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.
its true love
that i feel for you
everytime im near you
i swear my heart skips a beat
i want to spend
forever in your arms
i wouldnt rather be with anyone else
you help me when im down
your there no matter what
ive never felt this way before
i never want to loose what we have
i never knew what it was like to be in love and loved in return
until the day you walked in to my life
i love every moment i spend with you
i wish they'd last forever
your my speacial someone
and i'll always love you
you changed me for the best
i couldnt imagine being without you
your the best thing thats ever happened to me
never let me go
each and every day
i love you even more
your my everything
i cant stand being away from you
you mean everything to me
your my one true love
i think ive finally found
my mr. right
you have my heart
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
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
Love is...Love is like a flower,
Delicate, but strong.
Love is a power,
That can't be used wrong.
Love is what we wish,
and what we dream.
Love is that first true kiss,
It's everything we need.
Love is true,
A beautiful sight.
Love is you,
You are my light.
No longer a jokeI remember when I used to jokingly say
"Sorry, I'm only into girls"
Or when me and my best friends would pretend to be a couple
To steer away boys.
It never occurred to me that it could actually be true
I had female friends who liked girls
And male friends who liked guys
But still, It never occurred to me that I could be just like them.
I never really questioned my sexuality or why I still hadn't crushed on a boy
I figured I was just picky, nothing wrong with that.
Then she walked into my class her glittery green eyes catching my brilliant
Blue her voice felt like my personal song.
I ignored the inkling in my chest that maybe boys really weren't my taste
And continued my jokes.
One day a dear friend asked
"Do you like her?"
Aghast I denied while trying to ignore the obvious truth.
"Well, she likes you."
My heart beat fast my palms sweat I could have sworn I finally felt butterflies
My time with her became more frequent and my sexuality become more clear
And the next time I said
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/
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...
SasusakuSakura: Do i ever cross your mind?
Sakura: Do you like me?
Sasuke: Not really
Sakura: Do you want me?
Sakura: Would you cry if i left?
Sakura: Would you live for me?
Sakura: Would you do anything for me?
Sakura: Choose --Me or your life
Sasuke: My life
Sakura runs away in shock and pain and Sasuke runs after her and says....
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind. The reason why i don't like you is because i love you. The reason i don't want you is because i need you. The reason i wouldn't cry if you left is because i would die if you left. The reason i wouldn't live for you is because i would die for you. The reason why im not willing to do anything for you is becasuse i would do everything for you. The reason i chose my life is because you ARE my life!!