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.
Merry Christmas, Darling - Loki x Reader It was a nice evening beside the Christmas tree with its flickering lights. Flashes of red, green, yellow, and blue made its way across your vision.Putting your hands together you causally leaned beside the fireplace taking in the sounds of the crackling wood. Its warmth radiated outward to your body but you were far enough away from the all-encompassing heat to not grow uncomfortable.Off to the side was your lover Loki who was wrapped up in one of your Santa Claus blankets with what looked like a smirk on his face. You wondered what he was dreaming about but then disregarded it. Last time Loki told you one of his dreams it made you blush profusely and become shy for a week.Shaking your head, you glanced up to the Christmas tree and couldn’t help but smile.Yesterday was the best day of your life.You had always loved Christmas for reasons you had not yet told Loki but now the feeling of loving the holiday grew more intense; it marked the beginning of your engagement.S
Annoyance (Karkat x Reader)100 prompts challengeTheme: Annoyance-------------"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STARHOW I WONDER WHAT YOU AREUP ABOVE THE WORLD SO HIGHLIKE A DIAMOND IN THE- UMPH!""SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY OH MY GOG!"Your latest performance of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" was abruptly cut off by a pillow thrown at your face by the one and only Karkat Vantas.It was 1:50am and the party going on in your neighbor's house was still going strong, and seeing as the walls in your house were quite thin, you knew that there was no hope of you getting any sleep. Since you had invited your best friend, Karkat, to your house for a sleepover, you knew that he would have to suffer the same fate as you. Seeing as it was past midnight, the sleep deprivation had gotten to you, leading to you randomly singing songs and asking Karkat stupid questions like "Do you think cows have feelings?", to which he would reply with a "Shut up and let me sleep already."It seemed like he had had enough of your
| Eye-Catching Display | Uta x ReaderOnce again, it was that time of the year. Colorful assortments of lights decorated the outside of homes and businesses. Children chased each other, screaming and launching snowballs through the air. The streets were overcrowded with shoppers looking for the perfect last-minute gifts at the best prices possible. Cheerful holiday-themed music played throughout almost every store.Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the holidays. You always thought the idea of gift-giving and being festive was highly overrated.But this year was different. This year, you would be celebrating Christmas for the very first time with the one person in your life who meant the most to you.After making one final stop to pick up a 'gift' you had ordered several days earlier from a local caf&
Shard 1 - AwakeningI stumbled through the cold dark woods. I must have been a moron to think this was a shortcut… I should’ve just walked down the road from school just like everyone else. But, seriously, were the woods this deep? I had already lost my sense of direction hours ago, so I just picked a random direction and walked. I know from the town map that the deepest part of these woods shouldn’t be more than a mile wide, so why have I been walking for so long?A branch snapped, whipping me on the face. “Ow!” I shouted, reaching my hand up on the new wound. I had plenty more like this from this journey. My jeans had ripped along with my shirt, and I probably had a few blood stains from it. And god, I was hungry. Maybe my mom was making meatloaf tonight?Ahead, the trees seemed to get thinner. Desperately, I ran ahead, hoping for light. As the trees did thin out until finally I stumbled into sunlight.But, instead of reaching a familiar part of town, I reach an open field.
Babysitter “Dear Jenny, These are just a few rules, I am sorry I could’t be there to greet when you get there, but these are just a few rules/pointers I have for caring Samantha tonight. 1. She enjoys listening to classical musical so I made a playlist for you on the computer. If she gets a little too rowdy this should calm her down.2. Do not go too heavy on the sugary treats. She will be up all night otherwise. 3. She usually goes to bed around ten but she might wake up once or twice during the night. Other than that have a great night and I will see you and Samantha tomorrow morning! Thank you for doing this on such short notice and have a great night. Sincerely,
Shard 2 - In Her ShoesMy alarm rung out after a peaceful slumber. Why does morning have to come every day? I opened my eyes up to my usual surroundings – black walls, a messy room, and a musty smell.I flipped on the light and sat down on my bed as my consciousness returned to me. I was going to do something today, wasn’t I? A small glisten from the nightstand reminded me of exactly what.I looked at the crystal and laughed. Oh, this was going to be a fun day. I took the crystal and turned it over once.Just like yesterday, I felt that changes happening to me while I couldn’t actually move myself. But instead of watching myself this time, I watched the room around me. It was hilarious how the walls just seemed to flash through colors before settling on the sky blue of yesterday. It was even better watching my clothing just rearrange itself into different shapes. Shorts merged together to become skirts, shirts shrunk in size and the collars dipped down to show the cleavage I know I didn
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.