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
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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
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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 NegativaMelke
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
The KnifeHold your knife, use it good,The Knife by DraganTheMighty
Don't be driven by your mood
Look the tree and watch the forest,
Watch the Red, she's going whorest!
Now hold your pen, use also good,
You can be a little rude
Look the tree and watch the forest,
Kill the Red! She's going whorest!!
"What's the pen and what's the knife?
Is this monster our life?
That's the pen, it's my knife,
Is this monster my life?"
You can use it, cut your bread
Or just grab it, kill your friend!
You may feel a little hungry,
But I'm here staring angry!
It's just poetry's damnation,
It is just exaggeration!
It is nothing, It's a hole!!
It is everything! It's all!!!
Lest We ForgetΔυστυχισμένε μου λαέLest We Forget by DraganTheMighty
καλέ και αγαπημένε
και πάντα προδομένε.
In a misery you are living
my people good, beloved,
Always easily believing,
always you're double-crossed.
Διονύσιος Σολωμός (1798-1857)
Dionysios Solomos (1798-1857)
Η ιστορία της ζωής μου είναι κομμάτι της ιστορίας τ
NeedA Boy and a GirlNeed by DraganTheMighty
Forgotten by FairyTales
With No Past
With No Moon
With No Kiss
With No Kiss
With No Moon
With No Past
Forgotten by FairyTales
A Boy and a Girl
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
He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mineIt's 12:50am and my dog just died.He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mine by streetcamera17
My dog just died and 13 hours ago I ignored him when I left the house because I was in a hurry and he was just curled up in the corner, silently watching me as I backed out the garage. That wasn't unusual. He was always a quiet, gentle dog. He rarely ever barked. He never bit, not even in jest.
He never caused a ruckus nor fought for attention. He loved you by randomly reaching out and putting a single, solitary paw on your arm or leg, staring up at you with big hazel brown eyes as he did so. Did you know that his eyes were my favourite feature of his? They were always so incredibly human. With most dogs, you can only see a hint of the sclera - the white part of the eyes. With most dogs, you usually only see the iris and pupil. With Spotty, you could see nearly the same balance of sclera, iris and pupil that you do with mine and yours and every other human being's out there.
Yes, his name was Spotty and it's one of the most unimaginative dog names out
Insensitive People Scare Me!On March 18, 2015, my co-worker walked into my office and announced, "I have a Spanish Question."Insensitive People Scare Me! by smurfboy21
This is an older lady. She is at least in her fifties and I was caught off guard and chuckled.
"Well, I might have a Spanish Answer."
She asked me the difference between bien, bueno, y buen. So, I gave her an improvised lesson from my past experiences with the Spanish language because unfortunately I was not taught Spanish in the classroom setting but picked it up on the street. Then after the improvised lesson I Googled for a concrete reference and quickly found an educational site that used great examples to explain in a great way what I was struggling to teach.
She was very pleased with the lesson; smiled and thanked me before leaving my office.
So, Today, I am busy at my desk and in walks my co-worker.
"Do you want to hear something funny?"
She looked at me with much anticipation, but I could feel my eyes get really big as I raised my ey
For a certain kind of peopleSometimes you just hurt. I can't understand that. But that's how it is. It just happens. You're going through life, living it, enjoying it, and you just hurt. Something in you feels like it broke open and never healed properly. Like there's an infection you can't get rid of. It doesn't make sense and you're just so incredibly lonely and deep inside, you're longing -desperate- for love, for affection. All those things you never had much of. You have so much love inside you but it doesn't know where to go or what to do because so far, everything you've loved in your life hurt you to the point of scar tissue. And yet you keep on loving them. You keep on giving what you yourself never had not just to them but to strangers as well because who knows what pains and troubles other people go through. You know how easy it is to hide behind a mask and put on a smile. You feel so frail but you push yourself so hard to be strong. You hang on to hope, to joy. Because no matter how bad and dark thingFor a certain kind of people by streetcamera17
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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