Day and NightDay is forever trying to keep night interested with her shimmering rays and luscious warmth.Day and Night by rociobelindamendez
Shining ever so brightly in hopes of piercing through the barrier that keeps them apart.
Night dreams of day, and spends his time carving holes into the sky so it can watch her.
He waits for the moment she sends her sun to his moon.
––They hold one another as an ode to their masters forbidden love.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
LayersThere are multiple versions of yourself living soundly inside.Layers by rociobelindamendez
A different psyche in altered perceptions, with rules you will abide.
Life somehow implies that we’re strangers; even to ourselves.
A visitor turned host –– they don’t tend to stay themselves.
We must choose adventure, and roam through surging worlds.
A journey to the unknown, where imagination unfurls.
We don’t know much for sure, why pretend we do?
Lying to ourselves to fill the void. Who’s really who?
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
PontificateWe live in reverse.Pontificate by rociobelindamendez
We’re born dead, and grow alive. Perhaps we don’t fear being gone, but instead we fear to start anew.
What’s scarier than something we don’t know? What’s scarier than jumping into it free of will?
To begin and to end, both equal in ambiguity; where does one start if not from itself?
Different words from the same proverbial tree
Too alike in discourse to negate;
life is but to pontificate.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
You're an ocean in one drop.You are not alone in this life. Take the time to realise those who may be counting on your strength, those whose heads fit perfectly on your shoulders, those who need your arms to hold them up.You're an ocean in one drop. by rociobelindamendez
You may be one person in the world, but you could mean the entire world to another, in many different forms. Company is what it comes down to; someone you can be alone with, someone you choose to spend your moments with, people who are more than a chapter in your story, those who are main characters, those who move you, those who linger on.
If you were really alone in this world, you wouldn’t feel alone; you’d feel complete, strong, immense. You would be everything you need, and you would stand tall without realising. You’re not alone, do you understand me? Do you hear me? Do you feel me? We’re both alive in this instant, isn’t that something?
What a crazy notion –– in these billions of years worth of existence, we’ve managed to stumble across each
PP: COTF File 3PP: COTF File 3 by JDMWanganPichu
Pokémon Petrolheads: Chronicles of the Fastest - File #3 : White Subaru joins the gang?
9th February 2014
It was two days before the National Foundation Day in Japan, but the day was still in winter. The speed legend continues, as more street racers are approaching into the Tokyo Metropolitan Area.
James Bernard was travelling in his Skull Bullet Camaro, and roaming around. Mitsuhashi Matsuda and Mizutani Akita weren't getting out. It was when the legendary "F1 Killer" was rumored to coming back to the streets, but unknown to others, it was running silently, smoothly and brightly, onto the wide expressways. The hashiriyas were soaked into the lights of expressways too.
At the junkyard, many forgotten legends were "cremated" into the metal scraps, or molten metals (at extreme temperature). These cremated legends were placed into an "urn" - a factory which recycle cars and metals. Others were exported to other countries. Because of this, lesser and lesser of legendary classics wou
PP: COTF File 1PP: COTF File 1 by JDMWanganPichu
Pokémon Petrolheads: Chronicles of the Fastest - File #1 : Skull Bullet Camaro
13th December 2013.
It was "Friday the 13th" before Christmas.
And, the rumoured "Shinden" returns again on Shuto Expressway, blazing around the Bayshore Route.
"Wasn't that Lexus LFA?"
"I don't know. A Corvette perhaps?"
The lies spreaded out throughout the whole Japan.
20th December 2013.
Still before the Christmas, and the Warriors of Kyushu region, Mitsuhashi "Shinden" Matsuda the Minun and Mizutani "Zero-Yon Champ" Akita the Mudkip were blasted through Bayshore Route. And there's a good news, David "Solid Snake" Billiard the Emolga was coming over the states to Japan, and another feared entity, called "Skull Bullet", also comes to Japan after seven years of leaving.
The Skull Bullet, driving an insanely new Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, burning deeply and sleekly, on the Bayshore Route. Mizutani and Mitsuhashi looked at the back, and the Camaro approaches. The yellow LFA and the green sleeper Gallardo throws in
PP: COTF ProloguePP: COTF Prologue by JDMWanganPichu
Pokémon Petrolheads: Chronicles of the Fastest - Prologue
30 November 2011
On the streets of Japan, from the Number 3 Shibuya Line all the way to Ariake, from Inner Circular Route to Bayshore Route, street racers roam around the paved roads, living in the underground life. All of the racers in the cities are varied from specific types or highly trained race teams.
There used to be a rumor or the fastest street racer on the Shuto Expressway, by the name of Magnificent Lightning. His highly powerful Lexus LFA would smoke anything put in its path.
One night, as Magnificent Lightning was racing against a Jaguar XJ220, he vanished, never to be found again. Now, the lies start spreaded through whole Japan.
"Hey, do you happen to know what happened to Magnificent Lightning?"
"Rumor has it he was racing Lionel and had him by a couple of links, but then Lionel has tried to catch up and then... 'BOOM'! Magnificent Lightning was gone. But thats what I've heard. You should ask some of the r
ORACLE: Avenger Of Darkness Chapter 2 The cold night’s downfall soon lightened up and so did the sky. Night has passed, bringing forth the promised day. The clouds had floated along and showing a clear azure sky with the glowing sun; the remains of the earlier rain were the morning dew still resting peacefully on the leaves; the moist air everywhere; lastly, the damp and slippery grass.ORACLE: Avenger Of Darkness Chapter 2 by J-Starlight
After sleeping through the night due to the tranquilizer, the mysterious Eevee shivered and slowly woke up; she took a while to realize where she was and what had happened when she fainted. She was covered with mud and some leaves and twigs as she crept out of the den she was in.
I guess I managed to lose them... those bastards. I doubt that HE will stop hunting for me. Is... the world usually so blurry?
The strange Eevee suddenly gave a huge sneeze then she felt feverish. She was awfully cold and fell ill; she managed to get herself off the damp grass and br
REAL-I'VE NEVER BEEN TO MERealREAL-I'VE NEVER BEEN TO ME by SueJOwen
Passion flows from her
intending no seduction
it's just how she is.
Loyal to herself
her heart opens to trust.
Does it draw people
cause them to fear her?
The look in her eyes,
words she dares put to the page,
willingness to be genuine,
speaking truth as she sees it.
Is she worth the trouble?
does she make the world richer?
Is she an enigma to others?
Is she afraid of herself?
Longing for acceptance,
she's not a facade, but true.
Take the time to know,
learning the sincerity,
will end all useless doubt.
Susan Johnston Owen © 2015
The Warrior and The Priest The Warrior And The PriestThe Warrior and The Priest by DraganTheMighty
He was a warrior,
but since that day
he had never touched his sword.
They had told him that after the mountain
there was a church and a priest
that might help him.
The priest was praying.
His life, now, was more a monk's life,
rather a priest's, as after the earthquakes
all the villages around had been abandoned.
It was over eight years since the last time
someone had entered the church.
He was praying and asking for a sign.
What to do?
He had faith, but he never wanted to be so alone!
The warrior opened the door and he entered in.
- Hi, I'm looking for God. Does he live here?
I've searched in many places, but I can't find Him.
- You know... God...
- Do you know where I can find Him?
- But you know... God...
- No, I don't know.
- What will you do now?
- I'll keep on seaching.
- Can I follow you, I may help.
- But... How can you help?
As OneAs One by DraganTheMighty
United, As One
We can both be angels,
As One we'll have two wings,
You and Me As One;
Embrace me to fly.
HER BEAUTY WAS HER SPIRITHER BEAUTY WAS HER SPIRIT by SueJOwen
Her Beauty Was Her Spirit
Please let me journey to a place that will thwart
my contemptuous feelings which will not go gently
from my aching spirit into the darkest of nights.
Thievery has destroyed the measure of a being
who wished only good towards the living force.
My mind and guts have lost the fortitude to move.
Limply passing through life wishing for the mettle
to face the true aching which is hindering this mind.
You did not kill a huge piece of me that was mine.
Yet, each time your face crosses my path I twinge.
This is a peace which must come as it is allowed,
as the throbbing of my entire body wants revenge.
You were a hapless entity, thrown towards affection
which was true, solid, whole; never a second thought.
Why when in the center of love, did tenderness wane?
No one may tell me to comprehend your feelings now,
you have moved past this, as te
The RiverThe RiverThe River by NinjaWithCheese
A hand reaches out of the dark, grabs you by the wrist drawing you into shadows, disappearing quickly as it came.
“Don’t go by the river, they told you. Don’t go by the river if you love your wife. You’ll leave that girl a widow, cause her pain and strife.” Says a voice from the darkness. “Don’t go by the river you’ll be sorry if you do. They told you.”
“Yes they did.” You reply nervously.
“And yet here you are.” Bright white teeth appear in the darkness as something cracks a devilish smile. “Do you know why they told you not to go by that riverside?”
“What do you want?” You ask, staring at those teeth glinting in the moonlight.
“It’s not about what I want,” The voice tells you, “It’s about what you want.”
“Who are you?” You ask.
“Oh I have many names, I am all the things from these swampy black lagoons. Some
BandiCrazy-Ch. 1 Part. 3BandiCrazy-Ch. 1 Part. 3 by GirlCrash97
Crash heard a strange sound, a kind of alarm and the cages were opened.
"What's up? There free at last? " asked Coco.
Suddenly arrived two henchmen holding bifurcates sticks that emit electricity.
"Take it as a no," added Crash browsing through the two figures who approached.
"It's time the Outdoors" added Rex.
All animals were forced to come out and taken to a gigantic Garden on a huge terrace.
Crash and Coco were surprised to see a place like this.
"Each evening bring us out here, I don't know why, but at least we can breathe fresh air," said Rex.
Suddenly a female raccoon that arrived with all his euphoria greeted. "HI GUYS!"
Crash and Coco looked her so strange.
"She's Ginny" explained Rex "Was a pet to Cortex's niece, then was brought here and the nephew were cut their hands"
Crash was shocked by the story enough to move away to reach peaceful Tawna that he was on an artificial mound.
"Ginny, you got scared," said Rex at the female racoon.
"I? But it is you who tell ev
LifeLife.Life by THFan259
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.An Apple A Day (Warning: Death) by tophtheblindbandit
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
Inspired ProseWe all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –– whether that be a soul, a spirit or an energy.Inspired Prose by rociobelindamendez
To some this may be exhausting to think about, and to read about –– to me it’s exhausting to be surrounded by those that don’t think this on a regular basis, as they’ve already been poisoned by something; by the media, by experience, by the government, by societ
Wicked WomanWicked woman.Wicked Woman by rociobelindamendez
Luscious tinted lips, long black nails, legs for days.
Small waist, an ass you could grope, hips you could slide off, tits you could nuzzle.
Thigh high stockings, black lingerie, pale skin; except for the love bruises.
She smokes as though she’s flirting with death.
She stares as though she holds all your secrets.
She folds her legs as though they hold bliss between them.
Her silence speaks volumes –– her presence is loud.
Her long hair swinging over her delicious curves, as she walks away with your heart in her hands; still beating.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Of Innocence and Greyscale DreamsI can hear the air con engine above everything else. Its voice living louder than my professor's who is three feet away from me in this tiny plot of 23 students. If I let myself drift I can hear the video documentary playing in the next room. It plays like an old radio and images flicker in my mind in black and white. Like in a 50s era flashback, I can see bored students in starched shirts and pressed dresses, staring without seeing at the antique light box. Cartoons weren't mindless enough yet to capture anyone above one. They dreamt of other things. They dreamt of running through grimy city streets with kites and strung-together old cans. They dreamt of the noise of their laughter with the click-clack of shoes against pavement. Candy was the currency and kids could be cruel without actually causing any harm. Damage was a thing that could be fixed and light shows were all it took to feel eternity.Of Innocence and Greyscale Dreams by streetcamera17
They were innocent and innocence is in not knowing that the world can hurt you. No one h
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1 by dragonofbrainstorms
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!
*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*
Sora: I wonder where we are now?
Donald: I don't know.
Goofy: Gawrsh me either.
?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!
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