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the trees are still green.
ive got a boy in each ear screaming in a strained falsetto, "find god, then fuck, rub war paint over your collar and choke those dreams of adolescent fancy!"
maybe not in that order.
i feel that those might be reasonable demands.
if not, ill stay a virgin forever and stop posting my barely lucid projections on cross walk buttons so the world can join me in confusion.
ive decided to marry myself to this moment, a rubber band ring on my finger and everything.
i cant tell if theyre asking for a fire or a union.
all i can hear is sex and murder, a whisper of masturbation.
the feral cry signifies a busted climax so maybe these boys are in love and the songs merely rut against each other.
its a valid enough theory.
a part of me hopes that they become beautiful monsters when the lights go out.
for them my heart goes.
today ive decided not to believe in love.
its a silly little thing, not suitable for children my age
"just jealous 'cause we're young and in love."
im jotting this down overlooking stairs to the concrete people playing evergreen games until the grass hits and feet sink against the movement.
my fear is the position to topple into bodily harm, she told me because my statements were laced, hardly contrary to the truth. and my knees are buckling, body sways forward and panic spray paints my senses 'til they're all bright yellow. i fall backwards on my ass, knees pressed tight to my chest so i can breathe normal again.
luckily no ones noticed that its happened for the third time tonight.
it might be a bit cliche to proclaim myself toeing the edges of our small existence 63 percent of the time.
eyes closed and learning how to meditate, recite the best poem ever written to the better half of my memory that sits in the dark until special moments when i wish to remember how to make decisions based on my mistakes.
this is different.
im listening to someone else's favorite song, strike to my ski
Sunglassesi look down and my hands are clasped, the light washing over them in broken stretches, intervals like broken clockwork. fingers interlocked atop the plaid fabric draped down and around my hips.
for the past hour or so ive been writing in my head.
about boys and girls.
those who i have, haven't, should've and desperately want to kiss. im 16, so honestly, theres nothing else for me to write about.
i wanted to start this with a sentence in my mental draft that would state, more or less, 'i tell him i love him but im not sure by what definition i hold it, perhaps whichever he feels it to be.'
something like that.
its about a boy who ive kissed despite knowing just how much i should not have. because my decision making skills are just about as flawed as my parents' are.
i guess i wouldve gotten all poetic about it too. about the songs hes sang to me and how hes just a stepping stone that i paused at, knowing it was merely 'til i truly get what i want (sniff, i say, 'what i had'), but no mat
Blackbirdthe sound of breathing over labored guitar chords.
he says 'rooftop', i think E minor, maybe binary code.
its just that simple.
with an arpeggio inhale and the positioning of awkward fingertips.
now hes humming something i cant discern and the song is supposed to be about lonliness, he says, a thin mouth tilted up in the corner.
'lovely melancholy' i say to myself.
but i hear moonlight and silver glinting off earlobes, hollowed in the dark.
dont believe theyre lonely, more but reaching out from the edges.
scribbles in the corner of papers with outstretched arms, to use figurative language.
a tendency to ask what i am writing, always thinking it be about himself (8th grade memories floating like notebook paper, i remember, small smile and bright eyes.)
right now the sound is repetition, shifting soft and to a feeling--green grass like comforters and arena seating.
and i can hear what this is asking for, a mirror imaged and a sideways glance through crowds.
to break his concentration, th
Counter Topi need to make that night seem more poetic when i write it down.
inject some sorry romanticism into those few moments.
felt like i had no face and even with the lilt of eyebrows, creases in the corners of my forced smile, the expression wouldnt have mattered anyway.
they dont explain it to you in those middle school classes.
the overwhelming sense of power found in sometimes hazel eyes, bright in dimly-lit rooms.
yet crippled in knowing how these things tend to mean nothing.
how my knees give out and quiver.
how in the minutes before, my lips mirrored the action, trying not to weep for the need of piteous decisions.
and voices are obsolete.
but breathing means everything.
i might actually call that my own, unless imagination runs wild and my skin goes blank for an open canvas---close your eyes and see anyone else you want to hold.
theres nothing at all beautiful to see when i let myself be picked apart for the sake of wanting someone i cant have, even when hes looping his perfect finge
Criss-Cross Designthe light has then adjusted
some twenty times since
weve been staring
with hair caught behind cold ears
and the irises expanding
for there is no way
to go blind in these rooms
with white-washed vision
blotting out dark figures
as they might rise slowly
in some distance
but you might switch these lines
to different angles
looking out windows
see the dull drone
of brown eyes
against brick walls
im writing your movement
as i stare at this pen
conjuring some demon
kill you dead
with the unrelenting desire
of this swirling madness
out the tip and over the page
so i could draw the distance
of just where you migh
be looking and write
those lines back to my eyes
and my mouth
because they are both open, staring
as you look anywhere but for me
Adenei've got a safety pin fastened through a collar and a name i dont know fit under the swollen rasp of my dry tongue.
the name like peril, little girls in sunday dresses, celestial in the songs they sing.
as if i knew that definition.
maybe stringing descriptions along branches and stuck with metal points, rusting red through the sides.
spelling out letters with stick tips in teh dirt and memorizing lines on her knees, with her hands upon the ground.
with hair threaded through like loops about her fingertips, passed through pink tinged lips and breathin in her air through filters, left there speechless.
reflecting the sun and leaving their sketches on tree trunks.
the countours gold, eyes closed and blind to the moment.
spit at her feet and found mud squished through toes, causing dissension among the ranks.
and she speaks quietly to the pins in her shoulders that whatever youre seeing, its not happening.
i say Adene, you draw a picture and the lines overlap.
running like water.
We Can See Thisive found out that these lives are like movies and the voices set are scripted pieces of beauty.
my gaze, taciturn, green grass in graveyards.
lifting his chin with the tips of my fingers.
as if holding the pose, fighting breath under water.
and walking away, found an exit through hanging branches of willows wilting in the heat of some lost summer.
the glances then fashioned are disguised 'round my fingers in trying to remember why i could not look away as he tread over flowers, skipping over their stories held in the words chipped into cold stone.
unless laying on the park bench and closing my eyes, finding letters encrypted in the stones thrown at my feet.
if set to the chorus of the soundtracks so celluloid, you could find our names up in the lights of grocery store tabloids.
because we are stars.
pretending out way through the moment of fake love, shielding faces from sunlight in late afternoons.
Hair Clip in Those Bedroomsdarling
i can hear the quirk in your voice
so i know its not okay
and im not gonna tell you i approve
but hes gone on an ego trip
and it extends beyond the hours of jet lag
that pulls you into his arms
from whence he might throw you upon the ground
to hear his drunken hero stories
the fatigue breathes alcohol into his thoughts
and theres that girl that we know
the one that i love more than the world
who whispers two names into everyones ear
and plays off the repercussions as her innocence
so lets all nod and call this okay
i remember the summer
when we smiled
as they played out the night in the comfort of bedrooms
it was okay wasnt it
the dialogue of deception
and hes lining your ears with it
its not the soar of piano concertos
and sonnets spoken with the bow of stringed instruments
if he looks you in the eyes with sunflowers in your vision
know to stare away
because is it not preconceived in the hours that he travels back in time
back to you
to whisper that hes not sure of what you ar
Hanji's Potion - Levi x Kitty!Reader [Short]
"Come down now!"
"Brat, come down! You will fall!"
Levi was walking on the yard, trying to relax himself from the stress that Hanji's experiments gived to him. But in that moment... another problem that he have to deal with.
"What's happening?" Levi spoke to his squad, that was under a tree, looking up to a tree branch.
"It's (f/n)! Hanji was testing on me a potion, but (f/n) suddenly entered the room and poured over her the potion!" Eren explained, worried. Levi looked angrily at Hanji, who was apologizing herself.
"Well, you have to fix this inmediatly. In three days we will have a new expedition, so FIX IT!"
"O-okay, shorty!" Hanji smiled a little terrified. Eren sighed and looked again up. Petra and Auruo did the same, as Erd and Gunther ran to the castle, searching their 3DMG.
"Now, how is she supposed to be down here?" Petra whispered. Eren looked at Levi. Auruo 'tch-ed', and looked at Levi too. Hanji did the same, and hugged herself in search of protection. "She d
Latin ,eh? (LuciferxReader)Original Imagine: Look in the Description please.
Name: Latin, eh?
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing
(Y/N) ..First Name // (N/N) ..Nickname
You narrowed your eyes a bit, staring at the small laptop-monitor in front of you in displeasure. You made a quick glance on your watch before you let out a resigned sigh and tried to focus on your work again. It was already 11pm but you had to finish your homework until tomorrow in order not to fail Latin class.
You didn't even know why you had to learn Latin…it was a dead language after all. But your teacher insisted on getting three full translated pages of ancient texts until the following day. Not that you would've had time since three weeks and just waited until the last day...
However you tried to ignore the fact that it was your own fault that you had to work through the night now. You translated two and a half pages so far, so you were o
Rq: Sweetness - Vampire!Eren x Reader [Modern AU!]
I held the Hershey's bar, and left the groceries shop. It was a rainy and dark day, so I ran to the park, that was two blocks near to the shop. When I got in the park, I sat on the pale grass, and started to ate the Hershey's bar. It was delicious, like ever. Oh! I forgot! I'm a sweets addict, so anything that it's sweet, I love it.
And I loved the Hershey's bar.
However, the rain was getting harder, so I standed up and walked to my house. The twon were I live is really damn small, and it's near to a forest, so I walked fast as ever. Near to a alleyway, I stopped, because I started to run, and my legs hurted. My hed was exploding, and my eyes were closing because I was tired. And then, I looked at my right side.
An alleway. It was dark, like the park, and the rain didn't helped much the sense of horror that I felt when I saw that guy. That guy. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Let me explain: usually, in that alleyway, some of my nerd clas
Ticci Toby x Reader || Waffles vs. Ice Cream
___ ~ your name
You watched as the waffle lover gobbled up all the waffles in one bite.
“Fatass” you murmured under your breath.
Toby stopped eating and looked at you, managing to pull off a glare.
“Says the one who always eats ice cream in their room 24/7” he yelled.
“Hey ice cream is better than waffles!!”
“Did I just hear what I think you just said?”
You smirked at the thought of making him mad. Oh what fun could that be.
“You heard me boy, Ice Cream is better than waffles are you death or something!!?” you shouted.
Toby stood up and tackled you on the floor, managing to tickle you so you would say Waffles are better than Ice cream.
“Say it __ Say it”
“No please *laugh* I will *laugh* never”
“I guess you like it the hard way” he smirked.
He ran his fingers up to your neck and started tickling you their.
“You monster!!” you laughed.
“All you got to do is say Waffles is be
Ice Cream - Eren x Reader [PoleDancerAU!]
A.N.: People usually confuse the 'pole' like the... um... cabaret thing? But here is a sport. And it's real. There are real championships around all the world. The current Best Pole Dancer's name is Felipe Mendoza, SEARCH IT ON GOOGLE! Or in DuckDuckGo.com (?) However, enjoy the fanfiction thingy thing!
"HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" (f/n) yelled though the gym room. All the people there turned their heads around to see the (height) girl with her hands around her mouth, in a try to amplificate her shout to them:
"What happened?" Armin asked, with a worry tone. (f/n) grinned, and Connie gasped at the other side of the room: "It can't be good, man"
"NO! Connie, we have a new integrant here in the Studio!"
Gasps and emotioned dialogues started to sound all over the room. Like 'is a she or a he?', or 'in what level is that person?'
"Okay, questions can wait. Now, we have to celebrate this! He might be here in... twenty minutes? And I want to have a party here in the Studio!" (f/n) clapp
You promised.... *Child! Japan x Mom! Reader*
~3 years old~
I was looking all around the house.Once I got into the laundry room I started to hear giggling.I smile."Where,Oh where could Kiku be?"I heard that little giggle again."Im right here mama!!!!"I look down to see a little boy with a black bob haircut and the biggest brown eyes come out of the dryer.I smile and crouch down."There you are!!!"He jumps onto me and I hold him in a hug.I smile and kisses his forehead."I love you baby boy.~"I look down at him "I love you too mama"He snuggles into me and falls asleep.
~4 years old~
Me and kiku went out in the park.I kept a sharp eye on him.We played tag."Mommy watch!!!"I heard my little boy yell."I am."I yell back.One of the moms asked a quick question.I looked away for not even a sec.When I look up at the slide He was gone.I looked all around.Out of know where I heard a scream.I ran towards the sound
RQ #3: Gold X Bullied Reader-His Beauty
A girl wearing big black framed glasses walked down the halls tying to ignore peoples remarks.
The girl's name was (name). Under the glasses and her clothing she was the most prettiest girl in the whole school. All the girls in the school were jealous of her beauty. They bullied her out of jealousy. After a month everyone in the school started to bully her.
(name) ignored all the remarks. She walked to her first period which was art. She was the best artist in class and the teacher loved her. Her bullies started to throw paper at her while Ms. Firestone (i don't know) was teaching everyone how to shade and crap.
Once the bell rang she ran out of class to go eat lunch until she crashed into someone which caused her fake glasses to come off and her hair to come out of the weak ponytail.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Nah it's okay," the boy replied.
The girl examined the boy. He had raven black hair and beautiful golden eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-His Fangirls
"KYAAAAAA!!! IT'S REEEEEED!" The fangirls screamed.
You and Red were just walking around the mall food court eating some french fries and tacos. All of a sudden you guys heard a loud screech only to see Red's fangirls. They rushed over to you trying to grab red while you just sat there taking a bite of your taco.
"STAP!" I yelled.
"Hana???" you and Red looked confused at why I was here.
"Fangirls! Red is taken by this fabulous lady," I said while pointing at you.
“NO!!!! RED IS OURS!” they hissed at me.
“I got pictures to prove Red is taken! Here’s one where they shared their first kiss~ Here’s another where they are holding hands, and here’s them feeding each other!” I screamed at them while having a nosebleed. “SPARKS USE THUNDER ON THE FANGIRLS!”
They ran away scared.
“Hana why are you here??” Red asked.
I looked at Red for a minute and wiped up my nosebleed with a napkin. “Mom told me to giv
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Island Trapped - 3
Chapter 3 – ...and reigns this ship.“
I've been awoken by sharp, irritating noise. Squeezing my eyes, I covered my head with a pillow. It didn't help. Groaning in annoyance, I sat up, narrowing my eyes. Jera was sitting on her bed, holding a katana and sharping it with a whetstone.
„What are y— no, no, no“, I rose my finger, „We'll go like this-- First: .... what time is it?“
„12:07“, Jera said, not rising her gaze from the long sword. At first I was amazed at how long I managed to sleep, but then frowned. Hm.... strange. Usually she'd say something stupid along with it, like: 'You missed the breakfast, but don't worry. I ate it for you.' And then laugh afterwards, but she was perfectly serious right now.
„Oookay...? So what's going on? Why are you sharping the sword?“
She didn't answer right away. It was like she didn't hear me at all. Just as I was about to ask her again, she did something scary; in on
UNTITLEDWhen leaning over the cool metal of a barrier, into dark trees and darker water, things seem dismal.
In looking down an expanse of disconnection, being stranded, everything seems hopeful.
People standing in their groups while I stood in isolation.
Cool air nipping at my naked heels, up my exposed legs. Shivering slightly in a well-fitting sweater and perfectly worn down skirt.
My face bright yet downtrodden by fatigue.
With warm ears and a cold nose.
Something I never cared to take note of before.
Sounds like being alone, over an ocean, walking out to sea or such.
And singing througn the darkness.
Wandering under street lamps and waiting for a savior that was coming through the night.
Broken vehicles and yawning companions.
But feeling like in one moment, the cold pavement could take anyone anywhere.
And that I needed to pay more attention to the things surrounding.
Everything so beautiful, a great pair of eyes in the sky.
For once wanting to feel the same.
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