the is of aa camera empties itselfof momentsas of facesthe implicatureis your facereflectedpastthe futureexi(s)tsin thatglancedeveloped
mask painted downi am not waitingfor hisor hisapprovalanymore(i was never waiting for a coffinprocession, as they awaitedcoffers opening, gleaming)i disregard my blood;imagine grimalkins warmingtheir crooked fingersover bubblesexplodingpunctuating their gripes:on breathing,on lifemy mother suffered.in turn, as iwhen the day comesthere will be no thanks;no Ihe will be happyto have lessshe will be happyto have her breath given backsay we carry our memories with usfind outtoo latemy suitcaseis just a largehandle on a holeexpressing your lovewith a store-boughtmask, with plasticpainted tears streakingdown does notendear me to you(your love is a fictional entity birthed into an effigyyou burn cigarette holes into)no, i willnot hugyoui feel my capacityfor stormsbattering my facesubsidinglike an unlikely predictionfor year-longgood weather***
lets goRelentless as an ocean erodingthe creases of my cliff facetidal waves of youcrash along my boundary stonesthe push and pull of blue:eddying thoughtsemotions white washi don't think the ground will keepbeneath me and i'll plungeheadfirst intothe push and pull of you(are you waiting)(are you waiting)(are you waiting for an sos on the sand?)let's go
arent said - WhenThere will not be any words when the time comes. Emotions will circle back on themselves like the snake eating its own tail: an endless cycle. Existing, not existing, consuming itself into oblivion, only to expel, excrete, create itself again. Constantly extinguishing, constantly setting alight.I let the ink melt away the words I write on my naked flesh. Lick my finger again, rub out my emotions. I wrote them; childishly hoping they would find you. Like the words I say quietly in empty rooms, in empty expanses on other continents, hoping the wind will carry my thoughts to you.I wanted to tell you, but being the coward I am, I don't know when I will. And if it will matter, then.Words lose their meaning when they aren't said. When the receiver, the reader, the listener is never in attendance. Having never been invited, they have never had a chance to RSVP the event, to ever be allowed to show up.(Meaningless: When not followed by action.)In time, you'll completely forget about me. M
daily - like waterI come back to you unwillingly it seems. Walk back down these streets I've forgotten to walk along. They say it is never easy going back. I don't agree so much; I think it's so easy that this is what makes it so hard.Where do you go on those days where all you need to do is walk? Hoping to find yourself in the brickwork of old stable buildings, do you ever look up just to see if the sky still exists, up there?Maybe it only happens to those who look too intently at their own shoes, mistaking this for politeness I wasted too many years staring at worn leather. Maybe it wasn't very polite of me to say goodbye as I did, but politenesses are always so easily forgotten, I think I just wanted to stand out a little this time.I assured you I would call every day, this became every week in practice it meant once a month if you were lucky and I remembered. I like that, luck and my memory being related. Maybe I should remember to be lucky next time.***This tea tastes the way you
home-boundi catch little insects with my fingersit makes me feel so powerfuland having become god in your eyes, also -i quit:take your sorrys with me,punch in,shuffle through turnstiles,take the line closest to the door.i speak erratic, tongue soreexplaining away thisknotted anchorhe said it was "very zen"to undo, unravel,unrelentingly -of course i cringed.having had your breath takenyou have the gallto ask forit back.
the city. Burnt outA violet tag catches my attention as the metal moves towards the city. Burnt out buildings sit comfortably silent in the fenced in wastes of grass; I wonder if anyone lives in there, knowing where all the holes are, sleeping between empty bottles and filth.People shuffle around inside themselves, volleying thoughts in tiny spaces; a child tells his mother he would rather stand. A forever exists when I close my eyes, pinch the space between my eyebrows; breathe in deep into a sigh. It's black there, confused and consoling, but then one speck appears, and another, conjuring coloured hallucinations to dance along my lids, telling me to open up again.Floodgates releasing, bodies sprawling, clustering in front of each booted step. I head for the stairs and take three each stride, hoping to exit quickly, escape the undertow. Advertising excrement greets me like a dementia patient, hoary, useless make-up, insisting I'm a naughty girl: I should visit more often. Bypassi
calypsowhite rock exploded into perfect formprimary colours washingbackthe need to stayin citiesnear peoplethe quiet is a heart beatmuted for a mother'sanguishthe skullsare notcrystalthe airis notnewbut everythingis newnow.
imagine my surpriseI canfeel myself pouring (itisn'tan excuse) anotherdoppelganger (yes,I exist everywhere) down the pipes(alltypes)again.
Death Battle: Naruto Uzumaki vs. Ryu HayabusaRay: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.Steel: It’s time for a NINJA DEATH BATTLE!!!--Vast Forest in the Land of Fire…Amidst the towering trees in the land of fire, there was only the green of leaves and the brown of bark to be seen for miles. That changed when something landed on the branches and sprang off, yet it was so fast that all to be seen as it landed was a blur that disappeared to the next branch just as swiftly.It raced through the treetops until it came to the edge of a vast clearing with a lone stone pillar right in the center before coming to a halt. By now, it was possible to make out just what this speeding object was: a teenage boy clad in a black-and-orange jacket and pants, traditional Konohagakure sandals, and a headband that bore a plate of metal with a leaf-shaped symbol carved into its surface. The most distinguishing features about
Selfish Desires: Sam DiscoversNina didn't come home one night. The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, and holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out."What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little t
V-Day Extensions: Goldie"That was great!" you giggle.Goldie smiles, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.""How did you even manage to get in there?" you ask, "I mean, that's probably the nicest restaurant in this country! You'd have to make reservations months ahead, and not to mention the cost!""The owner and I are good friends," Goldie says, "And as for money...The owner of the pizzeria makes enough to spare."You giggle and sigh contentedly, "I really did enjoy that. That's the best dinner I've ever been taken out to.""I try," he smiles playfully."It's only six PM," you note, checking your phone, "We still have plenty of time to spare.""And nowhere else to go," he sighs."We could always go back to my place," you say, "Curl up and watch a movie. You did promise me some snuggling with my teddy bear, after all."He grins, "If that's what you want.""Absolutely."~AND SO WE TELEPORT TO YOUR FLAT~"It's so sad!" you whimper as you watch the TV through your tears.Oh, of all things you'd picked, it was some rea
SupernaturalxReader - It Runs in the FamilySupernaturalxReader - It Runs in the FamilySetting: After Gabriel's 'death'Contains: You guys watch Supernatural, I think you got it.Oh right, this is based off an imagine from supernaturalimagine.tumblr.com "Imagine Sam and Dean finding out you're a nephilim and Gabriel is your father." There are some amazing writer's on there so you should go check it out~ and their imagines are pretty cool. X3I didn't really know much about my dad. All I knew was that he was an angel. Specifically an archangel, Gabriel. My mom didn't tell me much about him. Only that he was often like a trickster to other people but he had fallen in love with my mom. My mom died, cancer. Gabriel shouldn't of had known. How would he if he's dead? At least, that's what I heard from the demons.Alright, so basically after I turned 18 and learned how to use most of my powers properly that's when I start
V-Day Extensions: Toy BonnieYou and Toy Bonnie sat against the wall, bodies twined together cozily as you snuggled. It was about three AM now, and you were having a pretty good night. Anyone that dared to come near the office, Toy Bonnie chased away. Now the others didn't even bother, so the two of you were left in comfortable peace.So, you leaned against Toy Bonnie, resting your head on his shoulder, half-straddling him while his arms held you close and his hands ran through your hair soothingly.Ahhh...Peace and serenity."((Y/n))?""Yes?" you glance at him."Do you think I could take you on a date later today?" he asks."It's have to be sometime in the evening, since I sleep most of the day, but you absolutely can," you smile in that cute way he loved.Loved. Ugh. It even felt weird to think it to him. But...It also felt right, in a way.Toy Bonnie ignores the confusion in his mind and kisses your cheek, "Thank you, then."You blush shyly. ((Okay, maybe you'd secretly been crushing on him for a
Berrylicious Part 1 “I don’t really wanna be the queen, I really don’t want to live this…” With those final words, she strummed the last cord on her guitar as the music died down. She took a breath and said, “Thank you all.” There was applause in the room, even a few people stood up to do so. Babs smiled as she packed up her guitar in its case and strolled down the steps of the stage. The young woman, rather white and around 22 or so, returned to her seat in the restaurant, brushing her light blonde hair from her face. It was open mike night at one of favorite hangouts, where the owners let anyone up to sing and play for the customers. It cost a few bucks, but she didn’t mind. Babs loved to sing and play her guitar even though she wasn’t exactly great at singing in front of large
He loves meThe sun fell down on me like soft petals gracing the ground at your feet. Like that day I picked that flower from your garden, daring your eyes as I plucked our forever.He loves me not.