I'm feeling lucky so take my hand.
Let's be slammed against the ground by the music
and the nervous beating of our teenage hearts.
EncounterI came home after a long long time and in the hallway
I bumped into a seventeen year old girl.
I said ‘it’s me’ but she shook her head like
there was water in her ears and salt in her eyes.
I said ‘it’s okay’ but she looked at me blankly.
I said ‘it won’t kill you’ but she hurried past
and turned that dark corner.
In the room I grew up in
I opened a wardrobe and an old friend fell out,
the yearbook photos where we sat side by side
staring the camera down. Arrogant and eagle-eyed.
That year it rained and I wore his jacket
until it smelt like him and me and his hair
and my smile and the wet grey roads
I walked every afternoon with it
heavy on my shoulders –
and only then did I give it back.
I do not know where he is now. It’s
* * *
It took me a while to figure out
what had been different about waking up
in the city. Not the cars. Not the new walls
I lived within. Nothing like that.
Eventually, I knew i
AlchemyI often think I left half of me
in my mother’s cupboard;
as a child I would inch open the ill-fitting
white-peeling wood and look at small dusty
bottles of coriander, vanilla extract,
dye. I believe I thought of it as
all the potential of life itself
trapped within sticky-
lidded glass. An apothecary,
profound and intricate and strange.
I was so excited
by the one that seemed to be a vial of blood,
at the thought of dropping it
and staining the floorboards red.
I wanted to put all of it
in one of our heavy saucepans
with the handle Dad made of old piping
and boil it till it stung my eyes,
till some grown up said to me:
‘what’s in that brew? I think you know things
that you shouldn’t,
PalmleafThere have always been hard, bright prophets
their words filling our mouths like
the tipping of sunlight
There have always been Christs
placing two fingers under our chins and smiling,
blinking dust from kind and distant eyes.
We have always asked questions of the sky.
Someone has always tipped our faces up, and said: ‘Look –
look. There it is.’
This is what we find.
LittleHis parents were shouting,
and hated each other,
flush-jawed and aching across
the cheap table, the cheap hot rash
of kitchen air all filled with meat and
3 veg and everything else,
so the boy went outside,
where it was a desolate and bitter July,
with the paddock grasses of frost-slick knives;
drew his knees up to his chest
like a foetus
in the black coiling
womb of sky.
A mad neighbour shouted – a cow
lowed, a soft sad call.
He stayed sitting
for a while
kept his blood cool
until he'd lined his lungs
with winter, bright.
KnittedThe men, they come into my home
loudly strung with all night’s stars,
all beer-glint, all roughly-bright;
they bring their heavy boots,
their boots and their heavy mud.
Their brassy, mirthful talk;
harvests and ale and golden things.
I have been in here alone,
excepting the dogs in their slumber,
and I have been spinning. And spinning,
spinning mice, and men,
and fates, and coarse
You clap each other’s backs,
the centre of your beings in the
largeness of your hands.
You bring the cold night’s mud
on to my floor.
I am the centre of your beings,
I link you. Like a spinning wheel
I pull all threads together.
Cat’s cradle. Cradling you
in my fingers and my hips.
My tongue is sharp
this coldly wintered night,
this mudded night. You are abashed
like little boys, unlooking
you mutter your apologies
to the hounds.
All talking's done.
PerthIn Western Australia, it’s likely
that we have no prophets,
we have no damned,
there’s probably no heaven to be found –
only this dry and aching span,
roads laid down on burnt red dirt like tar-crossed,
humming brands. Only construction sites
You know, this city, it doesn’t grow, it doesn’t burn,
it only stands.
It is all, and endlessly, and only,
the slam of car doors being shut, the tradie’s
first cigarette, the mother’s
harassed reply, the toddler’s sticky
grasping hand, the tight and cerulean sky.
The freeway, the peeling tunnel,
the sloping oases of white sand.
honeysucklei cant discard those sunsoaked flower petal days
the fragrance of the warmed rough sidewalk
and the air slipping past as soft as forgetting
honeysuckle bloom yields a small kiss of nectar
one that rolls and sings across the tongue in f major
and you would yield small kisses
and i would yield also
Chapter 1 Love is complicated (Cilan x Reader)Fanfic Cilan x Reader-Insert
First than everything this story is based about 90% on the Game Pokémon Black/White (I got the information from my game that is in Italian, I guess is almost the same, if something is wrong please let me know) You are like Touko/Hilda/White/However you call her. Please enjoy reading.
WARNING: It got a bit of Cheren x Bianca ,If you don't like it , don't read .
(y/n) = Your Name
(f/c) = Favorite Color
'' Blah '' = Text
' Blah' = Thougths
''Hey, Bianca, Don't you wanna enjoy the last day of vacations somewhere???'' You asked to Bianca, the next day all of you begin school, you where catching Pokémons with her, Bianca is your best friend since you two where kids, she was almost like your younger sister.
'' Sure, why don't we go to the beach?, We can invite Cheren, Chili, Cilan and Cress'' Bianca answered; Cheren, Chili, Cilan and Cress are your other best friends in all the world but not too much like Bian
UNTITLED Prussia X dying!blind!Reader
It was about 1:30 when he got the call no hello no goodbye just your friend is _____ dying. Gilbert’s phone fell from his pale hands.
“____...” he whispered to himself angry that he wasn’t there to protect her. ____ was blind, she counted on him! The one time he doesn’t come with her w=she was hit by a car?!
He looked at her laying there in that bed slowly dying.
“G-G-Gilbert?” she asked weakly.
“How did you know?” he asked sitting on the chair by her bedside.
She smiled “You’re the only person I’ve wanted to see…well hear…”
“Hey Gilbert?” she asked sleepily.
He tried to smile “Yes frau?”
“Come closer…” he did as he was told as her soft fingertips traced his face. “ You always had the softest skin!”
“Thanks frau.” He smiled as she pinched his cheek playfully.
“Hey Gilbert?” she asked curling some (h/
Zutara Unexpected_ part 1
Narrator(me):After Zuko was finally accepted, the banished prince was mostly left out by the gang. Everytime they have plans, he just sit's in the corner and would quietly wait for them to finish.
One night, while they were eating dinner, Toph, a young earthbender, felt Zuko's sorrow and decided to let Katara call him knowing that it was the last thing the young water tribe peasant would do.
Toph: Hey guys, don't you think we should invite Zuko over here. He can't be that dangerous anymore. I mean, he hasn't laid any finger on us all week. It's the least we could do.
Aang: I guess your right. He did teach me firebending. I guess having him for dinner won't hurt.
Sokka: Fine by me. Go get him, Toph.
Toph: Nah. Let sugar queen do it. She never talks to him at all.
Narrator(me): After Katara heard this, she accidentally spit out the food she was eating.
Sokka: Good idea. Hey sis! Fetch!!! hahaha!!!
Katara: Oh yeah ver
To My Future LoveHey Future Love,
I didnt know how to start this letter
Dear, or hello, couldnt decide which sound better.
I went for the informal because Im not trying to impress
Try to make it laid back so theres no need to stress.
I know I dont know your namebut someday I hope
Well meet on the street and no longer be alone.
Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be
Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me?
Will we discover the meaning of love at first sight?
Perhaps it will take one or two nights
Laying out under the stars and discovering the mysteries
Asking questions that have eluded the minds of many for centuries.
Maybe it will be our laughter that floats in the air
That makes us turn in the right direction, at that moment, right there.
Our eyes will meet, and it will be just like in a movie
Well smile at each other, and youll ask me out for a cup of coffee.
Oh the possibilitie
Super Mario World - ReunionAs he tossed the final Mecha Koopa, it crashed straight on to Bowser's large head. Lightning raging in the distance. Another hit to the head would've probably knocked him unconscious, due to having a large amount of bruises and lumps on his head already, but this attack was enough to make the Koopa King lose control of his Clown Car, where the poor, innocent Princess Toadstool was temporarily being held in captivity.
"ARRGH! Not again!! I'll get you for this, you stupid plumber!" Bowser furiously yelled, the Clown Car spinning out of control, "and your little princess too! "
With these final, smug words, the Car spun upside down. Peach let out a small shriek as she fell out, face first on the ground of the castle's dirty rooftop; where Mario battled Bowser for the 3rd time upon meeting. The two always seemed to find themselves duking it out in castles. All for one princess.
He didn't mind rescuing her though. Not one bit. He didn't do it for any reward, or popularity or by f
Someone like you Austria x Reader x Prussia
I heard that you're settled down
That you found a boy and you're married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess he gave you things I didn't give to you…
Roderich stared at ____ and Gilbert on the dance floor of their wedding. Tears fogging up his glasses as he walked out of the chapel and into his car, he’d never cried this hard in his 1000 years of existence. He sat in his front seat, hiccupping as he tried to erase the memory of losing ____ to Gilbert. He drove home, made tea, cried more and sighed to himself.
He sat at his piano…he was simply too sad to play. He thought of something writing ____ a letter. He got a pen, paper and sat at his desk and wrote.
I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it; I can’t believe I spent so long with Elizabeta, when it was you…you’re the one! This is going to sound really cheesy but I lived for 986 years before I met you but I never felt alive. I remember when we first
I'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreader
A/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!
So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight you were supposed to call me tonight...
Ivan picked a sunflower from his flourishing garden and slipped the engagement ring on the stem before tying a (f/c) ribbon on it.
He smiled and practiced his 'speech' to his scarecrow "____ ____, 2 years ago on Christmas eve we met. I've loved you ever since,nobody can make me feel like you do. You're my most beautiful,brightest sunflower! I Я буду любить тебя вечно и всегда!(1) So, I know what I'm asking is a lot, but become one with Motter Russia да(2)?" Natalya-who was hiding nearby-frowned upon hearing this so sad, she'd have to kill you now...you were so
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are red
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.