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
spinning a body stretching up from
the heels of these clay feet.
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’s tears
my mother’s hair my
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
Secret CrushYou'll never see
the tears I cry
when you are away.
You'll never know how
much I feel about you.
I'll never know if you feel
the same way about me.
I'll never know your
tender touch upon my skin.
I'll never be able to hear
your sweet voice on the phone.
I'll always hold a special place
in my heart for you.
Yet you'll never be able to hug
me when I need someone to
You are always so sweet to me
and I love your gentle spirit.
Yet you'll still never know how
much seeing you gone makes
me ache inside.
How much all the words you say
to me were real. How each emotion
I wish were true.
I want you to be happy but I know deep
inside I'll never be happy with you.
Beth Akins 9:21 PM 2/10/2008
Count the WaysI wrote your name 1,003 times on multiple pieces of paper,
In books, on my desk, with broken hearts,
In print. In cursive. Smeared by tears,
On chalkboards, On posters,
Things I could burn, Things I could break,
Anything that said you existed but no more--
In hopes my hands would be utterly exhausted,
Would loathe the very thought of your name,
And I would no longer find it slipping into my poetry,
My stories, my dreams, my thoughtsMY HEAD.
I wrote my name by itself without yours 2,056 times
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/
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
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
todo por un beso... 9 finalmarie: que- que haces aquí?
thomas: aun sigues asiendo esas preguntas?...... olvidas que tengo llave
marie:... lo olvide
thomas: que te sorprende mas .... que aya escuchado toda la conversación... o que te sugiera que le contemos todo al tío phineas?
marie: mmm creo que ambas...
thomas: marie tarde o temprano se enterara.... y es mejor que lo sepa por nosotros
marie: pero exactamente que es lo que debemos decir .... si nosotros no tenemos nada
thomas: eso es verdad pero, podría pedirle permiso para poder estar con tigo
marie: tommy eso es una mala idea.... no croe que debamos contárselo a mi padre
phineaz: y por que no ?
en ese momento mi corazón se acelero mil por hora, pensé miles de escusas para el tio phineaz pero nada era creíble... aun que el phineaz era bastante crédulo.
este era mi fin .... de seguro no me dejara ver a marie jamas .
If I die young...If I die young, bury me in satin...
"C'mon ___-chan almost there stay with me!!"Kiku's voice melted into your mind as he sprinted in to camp.
Lay me down on a bed of roses...
"K-Kiku,i-it h-hurts e-everywhere"you whined in the man's strong arms, you felt yourself lose his smell, you opened your eyes your (e/c) orbs met his brown ones for seconds before he placed you on the stretcher..
"ちょっと待て！私はあなたを必要とする、あなたは、私が非常識じゃない唯一の理由です(1)！"he pleaded as he ran alongside the stretcher you laid in.
Sink me in the river at dawn...
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
todo por un beso... 3thomas-pov
creo que tarde o temprano debía pasar, pero me hubiese gustado que la iniciativa naciera de mi y de ella.... no digo que la ayuda de amigos es mala, pero no me gusta forzar las cosas, me tomo mi tiempo.... en cambio jazz y fred... pues, cuando una idea se les mete en la cabeza es difícil ir contra la corriente.
fred me arrastro hasta aquella bodega, con la escusa de prepararle un sorpresa a jazz, no me opuse a esa petición, es mi amigo debía ayudarle, pero cuando vi que jazz estaba fuera de la bodega esperándonos supe que era una trampa...y nada podría salir bien de esto....
trate de escapar pero entre ambos me sujetaron y me empujaron dentro de aquel cuarto, no tuve tiempo de reclamar, ya que su vos me dejo paralizado
marie: tu! que haces a aquí?
thomas: lo mismo digo!!
marie: pues pregunte primero.....
thomas: sabes mi respuesta, ya que es la misma por la tu estas aquí...
marie: jazz ¬¬
thomas: y....como has es