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.
TunnelIn several tiny ways
I put my head on the block:
his head is heavy,
thin limbs drooped with sleep, and I don’t move
away like I should – there is a bright, beating second of contact,
then the train jolts him awake
newly born and blinking.
This is one.
Tired, heart-dazed, amongst all the stars of the city
spinning in all their roaring dark, I readjust
so that our shoulders
do not touch.
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
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
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/
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
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
how I need you hereI can't stop thinking about you.
The more you're in my mind, the more I want you here,
by my side,
holding me so close,
feeling your breath on me.
What I'd do to be in the same room as you,
to a room connected to your's,
for being a fly on your wall,
to watch your lips move as you tell me the things I want to hear.
I need your touch,
the sweetest feeling known to all,
slowly and gracefully,
over my body.
I need your taste,
when our lips touch,
as the passionate kisses begin.
I need your scent,
the scent I could never forget,
as you hold me closely.
I need your voice,
to feel you close to me,
as you whisper in my ear.
I need your sight,
to see you in front of me,
to look into your beautifully colored eyes,
to break the evil curse that god has given us,
PoemsGone is what we used to be.
I regret it now; I finally see....
It's time to set these feelings free
That once almost destroyed me.
You probably don't think it's true,
But, yes, I was in love with you.
I just now realized that we're through,
And I think it's split my heart in two.
Even though I know we're over,
Sometimes I still look over my shoulder,
Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.
I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.
One day soon it will break,
But what difference does it make?
I have realized my mistake,
But, alas, it is too late.
To have ever loved in the first place
Was what brought me to such disgrace.
By staying here, I'm losing face.
By leaving, my hopes go to waste.
I won't try to get back together;
I don't think that would work, not ever,
But losing you's got me feeling rather
Not quite right....under the weather.
I know you may not get this letter;
That's probably for the better,
And while my rhyming scheme's not clever,
lady and the dark knightonce there was a girl named amy rose. amy was walking to her small house when a bear came out
[with the dark night]
shadowknown as the dark night was walking when he herd a scream he ran till he saw amy agenst the tree then he saw the bear with one quick slice with his sword he killed the bear
shadow: are you ok miss
amy looked up and saw shadow
amy: thank you
[later that day]
amy smiles and shadow smiles back
amy: i never heard of you around here before
shadow: hmmmm i thought everyone knew me.........all well
amy: well its getting dark do you want to stay here for tonight?
shadow:sure ands thanks
amy gets up and puts the plates away
amy: so what are you doing all the way out here?
shadow:i am trying to find princess sally she was kidnaped
amy: so you want to marry a squirel
shadow's eyes widened
shadow: what do you mean marry
amy: well the king said if anyone kidnaped and the one that saves her she will marry
shadow: thats not w
Zutara Unexpected_part 8
Narrator: Well, last time the gang was about to practice. Lets see how theyre doing.
Uncle: Alright. Let us start training. You will be split into two teams. You will fight each other. With this, you will be able to see your and your partners strengths and weaknesses. Do your best to protect each other.
Sokka: So, how do we split up?
Uncle: I will choose.
Sokka: Please say girls versus boys or or or siblings versus-
Uncle: You will be paired with the person you dont like most. This will help you know each other and if lucky get you closer. (ZUTARA!!!!)
Sokka: Well, thats easy. The person I dont like the most is . (looking)
Toph: Hello I dont like you! Were partners!!
Zuko: But Uncle-
Katara: So (coming closer to Zuko)
Uncle: Lets see Miss Toph is with Sokka and of course Lady Katara with Prince Zuko. Good. You know your hearts ( ;-l ). Lets start.
Toph: This is too easy!
i love you. more than i love my sanity.
sanity is overrated.
not to me.
sanity is what keeps me from crying all the time.
do i help keep you from crying?
and sometimes, you make me cry.
happy tears, love.
it's 11:11, make a wish.
well, what did you wish for?
i can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true.
oh. i guess that's true.
what did you wish for?
oh, i didn't make one.
well, my wish has already come true.
really now? what's that?
for you to love me.
wow, you made me chuckle in front of... people
that's my job as your
well, whatever i am to you.
does it really matter?
nope, just as long as i can embarrass you from ten hours away.
you made me smile in front of people again.
yeah, that's my job as your whatever. <3
all i can promise you is a <