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.
RelocateAfter eight, the city is made
of some dark and arid crystal,
an amethyst drought to
dry your lips and tongue
and make a moonscape
of your eyes.
The sky’s too polluted for the stars –
we put them into the neon
and the broken glass.
I am not used to the heavens being
so close to hand or so cutting to my
soft bare skin.
I am used to skies like oceans,
and oceans as black and vast as night.
Sometimes, but not always,
for the sweet wet cold
of a harbour town,
where the silos range white and
ugly like whalebone against the
slap and sigh of sea,
where my father goes walking
by the train tracks, by the wild and
an old black dog for the shadow
at his feet.
The rain so soft and damp in the
rough curve of his collar,
the mud so thick on his heavy boots.
His eyes so clouded and so bright.
I would like to be recreated,
and made anew
by the tar black novae
and the Midas gold
of this urban night,
except that there is a little girl
who does not understand
I worked hard for this bodyI worked hard for this body
by which I mean I was carefully
threaded together into a slick and
the oldest Mother’s weave,
a frantic chemical web,
her fingers smelling of silt and the sea
pushing me together from the
very clay of me;
a most flickering and rapid creation of life
following the catastrophic split
and the terrible tear of cells,
the bursting and divine
I endured it all, before I knew
what it was to endure
or to have hands
I worked hard for this body
in the rich blood sea of my mother’s belly,
I grew my legs as the ancient seadwellers
grew theirs, and took my first
breath of air as they took
One day, my hands and eyes
were thrust into the light,
as were theirs.
On to the beach we crawl.
And now look what we bear.
I worked hard for this body,
by which I mean I am here now
breathing in the breath of the dune which
is made of light and of dinosaur’s bones
of white and of whiter stones
which is made of Hatshepsut
ArenaAny fright you may feel now
in the carbon drought, the sickly-winking
grid of city nights
is chemically aligned
with the gladiators in their ring
and the trembles of their muscled hearts;
sweating and naked in Rome’s filthy stinking bright,
bare-footed amongst the slaves, the honey
and the flies,
yawning and roaring in the light –
blooded tongues in ancient mouths,
bloody roses on ancient ground,
the blood cries from ancient crowds –
it's your blood,
in your little veins,
and so loud.
YardarmI'm sitting in an alpha male's
piece of shit old car. Lunch break,
30 degrees in the shade,
the sun's burning down our arms;
and he's right pleased with himself,
you can tell by the way his hands
are touching the wheel
and the way his mouth is touching
his hand-rolled cigarette.
Impassive jaw, he looks away.
Hand to mouth,
mouth to hand,
my fleeting gaze.
Bright, smoked and ugly
the bush is flashing by -
I'm all those things and more,
there's a wolf's curve to my spine.
PleiadesPushed into shape,
this little girl
that washed in
on the tide;
the mildly pallid clay of me,
formed and flowered in the
combined haloes of your minds
and your unforgiving noise,
my sisters –
how quickly I must have learnt
the trip of your names across my tongue,
seven stars spilling through my teeth,
the first song I ever sung.
You rainbows, you nimble-fingered
nimbuses of women,
you who saw me new and screaming,
you who saw me with my hair cut straight
across my forehead, six and lisping,
sixteen and listing,
Listening to you.
I was frightened by the art on your walls,
I loved the snarls in your hair.
Your sons and I, we pushed our hands
into the blackest dirt we could find.
Our nails became dark moons
ten small copies of the ink on Jo’s forearm.
We raked our fingers through the mud.
You put seeds beneath my skin,
and I did not know they were there,
until I grew,
and smelt the wild sage
amidst the copper of my blood.
I heard everything you s
ImmuneI do not pretend
the earth loves me.
Darwin breathes down my neck.
The ocean breathes down my bones.
I am a flute hollowed
by spittle and rain. And I am not
special, nor alone.
I had an ear infection when I was newborn. Two
hundred years ago I would have died from it. I
would have been cut short -
small and screaming.
Every time I step outside at night, the trees tell me:
you’re not safe. A thousand antibiotics
can’t make you safe.
I’m not frightened.
I would lie myself down and wait for the tide.
I would do it any day.
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/
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
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
True LoveI want to feel you in my arms
You make my heart go off like car alarms
I think about you night and day
What can i say
I love you deep inside my heart
Where feelings cant be torn apart
I hope you feel the same for me
I just hope you see
The same as i do
The vision of loving you
Don't ever leave
Because,that would be the last time i breathe
I want to stare into your sparkling eyes
That never tell any lies
Please be by my side
So i don't have to hide
phinbella- distraccionaquella mañana desperté como todos los días, antes del ruido de mi despertador, con una gran sonrisa, pero aun así con ganas de quedarme 5 minutos mas en la cama, contemple el techo durante largo rato, calculo que fueron unos 20 minutos, pensando, no mas que pensando era.... no lose en realidad tengo una teoría cuando uno tiene la mente en blanco y no piensa en nada, si esta pensando, y si esta pensando no tiene la mente en blanco, por mas que lo intentes nunca lograras vaciar la mente de alguien ya que todo lo que ves incluso la oscuridad produce imágenes y voces en tu cabeza, pero bueno..... esa es mi teoría, en resumen no hacia nada solo miraba el techo,incluso podía ver las pequeñas partículas de polvo que cruzaban por sobre mi cabeza, luego de un largo rato mi despertador sonó,marcaban las 7 am, decidí levantarme para tomar un baño, es increíble lo mucho que se piensa cuando un se ducha , pero en f
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 sweet to
TnM-juguemos a ser novios-es realmente asqueroso!
-eso!....lo que ellos hacen
- ...sentarse en la banca?
- no!....besarse en publico....es repulsivo..
-marie no digas eso....no es repulsivo
- bueno, repulsivo no, vergonzoso..... acaso no notan que estamos en un parque?!!
-maire, has visto a muchas personas besarse antes, tus padres, los mios la tía candace y el tío jeremy... en fin, por que es diferente?
- por que ellos se besan en casa, donde nadie puede verlos, aquí hay mucha gente, no hay privacidad
-algún día seras igual a ellos
- no!, jamas lo seré, creare un invento para no crecer jamas, no ser adolescente y no enamorarme
-marie, no seas ridícula, debes crecer en algún momento..... ademas quien dice que solo los adolescentes se enamoran
- pues nosotros somos niños y no veo que ninguno este enamorado
-ademas, en caso de crecer, jamas tendré novio, me asegurare de que así sea
-y como lo aras, podr
mas que amigosthomas muy agitado de tanto correr, casi sin aliento, tomo un gran respiro y toco el timbre de la residencia flynn, pasaron solo un par de segundo antes de que la puerta se abriera, una chica de cabellos rojizos y con la vista perdida en el muchacho solo puedo reaccionar a una cosa... jalar lo de la camisa para que entrara rápidamente.
marie se dirigió a su habitación, aun tomando la camisa de thomas, entro ala habitación y cerro la puerta tras ella, se apollo en ella y contemplo a aquel chico frente a ella que parecía confundido y muy cansado.
thomas- ma...marie...a.. aque...se ...de... debió... tu .... llamada? * recuperando de apoco el aliento*
marie-.....* aun perdida en la vista de thomas*
thomas-* acercándose a ella y tomandola de los brazos* te encuentras bien?
marie en un movimiento extraordinariamente rápido, abrazo a thomas dejándolo completamente confundido, pero luego correspondió el abrazo mientras le
haemoglobin-sewn capa de bregai wish i could summon
partly because flattery is unflattering,
partly because your ego is a vampire,
and partly because it would be easier
to steal your attention like a matador:
the red cape threaded from the
blood running down my cheeks,
it won't taunt a colorblind boar.
i wish i was metrophobic
in its cruelest definition.
partly because i don't know what it means,
partly because i act so terribly pretentious,
and partly because i fucked your dictionary
while you were sleeping with thesauruses:
(i read each word in a fake spanish accent)
i wish i was a bull(shit)fighter,
but i can't control my epistaxis