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.
Crabby Costumes ((Karkat x Reader))"Aww, c'mon, Kar-kitty, it'll be fun!" You called through the bathroom door, waiting for your matesprite to reveal himself. See, tonight was Halloween and you'd insisted on taking him out trick or treating with you. At first he had hesitantly agreed.... before he knew about dressing up. That disdain only grew when he seen the costume you had picked out for him.From beyond the door came disgruntled grumbles. "THERE IS NO WAY IN FUCKING HELL I'M COMING OUT IN THIS THING." Karkat said firmly, leaving you to pout. You had gone through all the trouble of finding him the perfect costume and this was how he repaid you? This just wasn't fair at all."Please, Karkat!" You pleaded, wanting to get outside and get some candy before dark fell. "You'll look so cute! I promise you'll be fine. Now pleeeaaassseee come out.""NO. I'LL GO AS MYSELF BUT I'M NOT WEARING THIS ATROCITY."You only continued to pout at his response. "You can't go as yourself! That defeats the purpose of dressing up!"Fo
Dead England X ReaderDead England X Reader"*sniff* Arthur, how could you *sob* How could you die on us"A girl is kneeling in front of a tombstone. Behind her standing are the rest of the Allies. On the stone is written.Arthur KirklandAge: 23He brought out the magic in all of usThe girl continued to cry. After a minute Yao stepped forward and knelt behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her from behind. It is silent as they mourned. Eventually the girl calmed herself enough to look at the stone."Hey Arthur, I know you would be mad at me for this *sniff* but I have been secretly practicing a spell, one that will allow us to see what you see, do you want to see it?"Silence"Well, here goes"She places a hand on the stone and concentrates. Her hand begins to glow green and spark of magic start flying around. Everyone looks around and their eyes widen as things begin to appear out of nowhere. Fairies, gnomes, elves, unicorns even the ones he has talked about before. They are all mourning
The Cave“Leave me alone!” I screamed and I hustled my little feet along the snow ridden field behind the school. I was quickly running out of breath. Running really was not an activity made for fat people.Alfred caught up to me and shoved me to the ground. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you kid?” He smirked. “Why do you have to be so mean to me? All I was asking for was a little peek on your test.”I sighed. “Sorry, I won’t do it again!” I begged. Alfred was taking his gloves off and standing over me.A sudden pain ran through my chest. He kicked me! I could barely hold back the tears of pain.“Make sure you don’t. Unless you’re going to run to your mommy and whine about a little poke to the ribs.” That hurt worse than the kick. He knew that my parents had died last year in that horrific car crash. But maybe I should just keep my mouth shut.My eyes grew hazy. The pain shouldn’t last this lon
Don't Sleep TonightThe farmhouse was eerily quiet at nighttime. No cars honking, no rumbling subways, no incessant dripping. Donnie found it unsettling.He had always been a bit of an insomniac. Staying up into all hours of the night working on inventions and experiments made it nearly impossible for Donatello to shut off his brain and get solid sleep, especially now that he was miles away from his own bed.And so he stared. He created shapes in the ceiling, cast by the shadows of his candle-lit lantern. But there always seemed to be a face stained there, staring straight back at him.April.She had kissed him earlier that evening, so near his mouth he could almost taste her. What he wouldn’t have done to turn slightly so their lips had met.Donatello could not help but feel like there was more intention behind that kiss than the others. Much more. But no, after the incident with Bigfoot, he could no longer give himself the false hope that April could ever love him.He mentally erased all the shape
Jealousy Part One [Nishinoya Yuu x Reader]The school bell rang, signalling the end of school. "Finally!" All of your classmates including you, groaned. You packed your things and stretched your body. Your last period just had to be [least favourite subject] and what's worse was the teacher gave you a suprise quiz the whole period!You chatted with your friends till the school's exit; where you guys seperate and head to your own directions. You were about to walk away when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you."Name!!" The voice called out. You turned around and saw Nishinoya, a member from Karasuno's Male Volleyball."Yes, Nishinoya-senpai?" You replied, tilting your head slightly.Nishinoya blushed slightly and grinned, "Are you going home already [name]-chan?""Yeah I was. Why?""If you're free then come watch our volleyball practice!!" He suggested."Hm..." You thought about his offer for awhile and then decided, "Sure!" You gave him a smile and he returned a grin and dragged you to the gym.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Dreamweaver 5 (Romano x Curvy!Reader) Dreamweaver 5(Romano x Curvy!Reader) Look who updated! After….a month….I hate how inactive I’ve been because I feel like I’m letting all you awesome peeps down. Anyways, while you’re reading this I’ve most likely posted JAOGWG along with Atomic Hearts. Recently I’ve become very aware of my writing style and tecniqe, since I want to improve with each pice that comes out it wakes much longer to proof read and edit things before finally presenting it to all you lovely people. I’ve also been trying to enter a bunch of contests to earn points. My last contest went very well and a lot of people liked it and those who didn’t make it in time wanted to try again so I’m in need of points to give away…So if I earn up enough I’ll host another one in the coming mont
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.