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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
Spain X Reader- Avert Your Eyes
A Popsicle was hurled towards you at great speed, spinning as it neared closer to your slouched frame. You flinched as the cold, wrapped treat thumped into your arm and slid down your thighs to the sweltering cement floor.
“Nice catch, my friend!” Antonio threw his head back in laughter as he scrambled up the wall, taking a comfortable seat next to you. Without even a grumble you reached down and grabbed your cold treat, wanting nothing more but for it to be inside of you. The cheap wrapping was discarded immediately before your dry tongue slid over the flavoured ice, savouring the cooling treat.
Your teeth grazed over the frosty surface, the sweet flavour thrilling your taste buds as the cold treat gradually melted on your pink tongue. You breathed out with a delighted sigh, your eyelids sliding down over your vision as you sucked as much flavour from the luscious Popsicle, its colour staining your lips blue. The sweltering sun’s ray beamed on yo
Dark!Makoto X Chunky Reader- His
She was the ideal example of what perfection was. To him, she was everything and most importantly she was his. Seeing her interact with the rest of them made him sick, they weren't worthy enough to speak to her let alone look at her.
(Your name) was his and his alone.
Makoto continued to stare from his safe spot from behind the tree at you and Nagisa as you talked and laughed together. His once friendly eyes were now glazed over with another look, a look nobody would imagine him having.
His eyes were locked onto his target: Nagisa.
Hatred boiled in the seemingly nice young man as Nagisa's arms snaked around your large, soft waist squeezing you tightly. He should be the only one to touch and hold those generously soft curves of yours. Makoto punched the rough bark of the tree as Nagisa started to lightly stroke your tummy that stuck out a little bit against the fabric of the shirt. Seeing the blush appear on your adorable face angered Makoto even more.
Heart by Heart - HalfKitty!Eren x Reader
When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don't let go
Someone comes into your world
Suddenly your world has changed forever
The girl walked though the hallway, looking for Hanji, Levi and Erwin. And Eren.
Why? Just because she heared an explosion from Hanji's room.
'Just please don't kill anyone of them. Or Armin. Or Mikasa. Jean. Christa, Ymir, Reiner, THE WHOLE WORLD!'
Suddenly, she was running downstairs, her uniform was now a little sweaty because of her running. And then, she entered the room. There was three people, one mad woman and two men. One was tall and the other was tall.
"Okay, Hanji. Where's he?"
Hanji laughed a bit, before look at the (e/c) eyes of the girl with madness: "Who?"
"Hanji Zoe, where's Eren Jäger?"
"WHOOOO?!?!?" The mad woman teased the girl.
"E-r-e-n! Please, stop teasing me!!!"
The girl looked at Hanji's feet,
drunk!Eyeless Jack x drunk!Reader - Confessions
None of you both could feel alcohol anymore. Either you were so dizzy you couldn't feel it, or you got used to it. Despite being the middle of October, the night seemed warmer and once shiny, proud stars were replaced by unclear, blurred spinning vortex of white, blue and purple. You felt the warmth of the male next to you as you barely kept your head up straight. Jack and you were both sitting on the porch's stairs, him not having a mask on so you could perfectly see his face; ash grey, just like his hands were, with black eye sockets, a pitch black liquid hidden deep inside of them. His face expression was enough said in one word: dumb. He looked dumb and retarded. Hmpf! As if you were an exception! You barely kept your body from falling, let alone that you looked as equally retarded as him. But you didn't mind. You liked his presence. Yes, he knew to be freaky sometimes. A douche and a real dork, but you liked him anyways. Hell when he walked into that room all drunk and dizzy, you
Birthday Dilemma (Kasamatsu X Reader)
(A/N): Happy birthday to my dear Kasamatsu-senpai as well as myself!
(L/N) (F/N) had a problem.
She had been going out with a third year, Kasamatsu Yukio, for a few weeks now. It was a good relationship. And then it hit her. It was almost his birthday. On the 29th of July to be precise.
She didn't know what to get him. She didn't want to get him a horrible present. She asked her childhood friend and fellow first year, Kise Ryouta for his opinion. He would know what his senpai wants right?
Kise's suggestion to his (H/C) friend was to put on some sexy lingerie and just surprise him like that.
In return, Kise got a kick to the leg.
So (F/N) decided she would figure this out herself.
She sat in her class, not paying attention to the teacher's lesson and tapped her pencil on her desk. 'He likes music,' she thought. 'And he plays the guitar. I don't have enough money for a guitar so maybe a guitar pick? No, that's too simple. A CD of a band he likes? Not bad. New socks?"
[Red x Reader] It only took one snowball
It only took one snowball
“Hey Red have you ever felt lonely?”
You held onto the fence like divider that separated the snowy forest and the cave. Some ice type pokémon were wandering around and others were scaring some trainers passing by. You smiled at their attempts to “play” with the trainers. The unsuspecting trainer didn’t expect a pokémon to walk right up to them. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand rest on yours.
“No I haven’t” he whispered.
You looked up at him surprisingly before looking back at the forest. The last time he spoke to you was last week.
‘It’s rare to hear his voice’ you mused.
You took one more glance at the forest before turning to face Red. He was still looking at the snow covered trees, lost in thought. He was thinking about the past.
His proud eleven year old self stepped out of the cozy small house to begin a journey to become a pokémon master. I
Jean X Reader AU! Mr.Right
"Jean, you really should get a job soon." You say, stuffing your chemistry book into your shoulder bag before slamming your locker shut and turning to your boyfriend.
"And why is that, (Y/N)?" Jean asks you, his golden eyes creasing at the edges as he smirks at you.
"Sasha's boyfriend has a job and he pays for their apartment, and Mikasa's boyfriend uses his paycheck to take her out on dates. Plus," you say, starting to walk down the hall, Jean in tow. "You're 17. You don't make a dime all day, if I may say."
Jean laughs. "I guess you're right. But I'm so busy studying!" You raise your eyebrow at him, giving a small chuckle.
"Oh, really now? Your grades say otherwise, Mister. I swear, you've never made it through a day of school!" You wave a one handed bye to Jean as you enter your class.
As Jean turns, walkin
A Tricksters Tale (LevixDemon!ReaderxEren)
Levi was running as fast as he could to get away from the titan. His gear was completely broken, he was out of blades and gas, he had gotten split up from the rest of his squad, and to top it off he didn't know where the hell he was. All this because of the expedition.
"Tch." he said as he ran faster the ever but he didn't notice the rock on the ground making him trip and skid on the dirty ground.
The titan smiled and reached down and picked Levi up by the back of his cloak. Levi squirmed to try to get out of the beasts grasps but it was no use. Humanities strongest was pleading in his head for anybody. With one final plea he was then in a dark room.
"What the hell?" He though as he looked around the empty room. He heard a small laugh and then there was a shadow in front of him. He stopped and looked up to see piercing red eyes with black slits in the center.
"You rang?" you said in a velvety voice. He got to his fee
Birthday- Japan x reader x China (REQUEST)
Birthday-Japan x reader x china (REQUEST)
You were at your homeroom class, lazily daydreaming, looking at the window next to you.
Tomorrow is your birthday. You can't wait for your friends to say happy birthday and give
you presents. You sighed at the thought, usually your birthday was forgotten by many of
your friends, they never even bother to say happy birthday. Even if the bad touch trio
remembered it, you might be drenched in egg yolks and flour in your hair. Just like your 14th
birthday. "Perfect" you unconsciously said quite loud for the teacher to hear. "Is there
something to say, Miss (last name)." Mr.Beilschmidt asked. "Err... Nothing, sir." You
stuttered. your thoughts popped out. "Good." Everyone in the class laughed at you except
Mr.Beilschmidt as he sighed. 'Nice going, (name). You Embarrassed yourself in the
~TIMESKIP lunch time~
You sat on one of the cafeteria's tables (not literally). "Hi kiku."
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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