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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
Hating the Winter (Jean X Reader AU)“Oh come on Jean,” you said. “Lighten up.” Jean grumbled under his breath. “(F/N), it’s cold as fuck out here and I hate winter. Can we please go back inside?” You shook her head, and then grinned up at him, (E/C) eyes bright and (H/C) blowing around you, due to the wind. “Oh, come on Jean! Can we stay out here a little longer?” He sighed. He knew not to argue with you. Besides, you were being incredibly . . . cute, even though he would not admit it.
You ran ahead, looking around outside. The night before, it had snowed and now the trees, ground, and everything else was covered in snow. As the both of you walked, it was snowing as well. You stopped in tracks, turned around, and then puffed your cheeks out. “Come on Jean! You’re being a slow ass!” He trudged even faster. “I’m going, I’m going. Geez, damn woman.”
Suddenly, a snowball was thrown at him. He glared at the assailant . . . wh
Finland X Reader ~ Mestaripiirros
"Am I the only one who thinks that Tino has been acting in a pretty weird way lately?" Mathias wondered aloud. Emil rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and finally agreed:
"You're right. He hasn't even answered the phone, nor visited anyone’s place," the young but clinical Icelander pondered.
Lukas didn't bother repeating the same as his little brother, so he looked at the Swede sitting next to him. Berwald knew about Tino and his things, maybe better than the man himself would have expected.
Berwald gazed back to the trio like asking how he should know the answer. Finally he fixed the position of his glasses a bit before he said with his calm tone of voice:
"That's a good question... However, Tino hasn't said anything to me, either."
Mathias scratched his wildly growing hair while he pondered the mystery.
"On the other hand, his birthday is coming soon... Maybe the old scars are too painful for celebrating, and he backed up into his armor? His history is far from calm and boring..."
Texts and Notes [Prussia X Reader]
Sometimes, texting with Prussia can be a hassle. He would get braggy, and sometimes being bossy to you. You didn't mind, well maybe a bit, but nonetheless, not that much. You scrolled along, reading the old text messages, smiling at some of the conversations. Here and then, a smiley war appeared, and sometimes threats would follow. You sighed, closing the cellphone, and rolling on your bed.
You heard the silence, before you jumped in our bed, when your phone rang. You gasped, but then opened it, again. Seeing it was a message from 'The King Of Awesome', you read what he sent.
You smiled, and laughed.
West is being a clean freak again!
And that's a problem because?
He entered my room, and he's cleaning et!
You mean 'it', right?
-.- I can txt however I want, wman!
You sighed, rolling your eyes in the process.
So you texted because. . .
Oh yeah! Hm, I'm standing outside your hse.
You raised an eye
The Best Part of Winter (Marco X Reader AU)You shivered under your blankets, clearly not warm enough. You cuddled further into your blankets, at least attempting to get warm. That’s why you hated winter. It was way too cold outside and somehow the cold managed to slip into your house, trying to freeze you to death. Somehow, Marco—your boyfriend—managed to sleep through the night, not feeling the cold seep into his bones. Most of the time, you would be fine with the cold, but tonight was especially cold and it went through the blankets.
Suddenly you felt Marco’s hand on your arm. “(F/N), are you okay? You’re shivering.” Your teeth chattered loudly. “I-I-I’m fine!” “Are you sure, (F/N)?” He sounded genuinely concerned, but you wanted him to go back to sleep, so he wouldn’t be tired in the morning. You nodded. “Y-yeah! Peachy!”
Suddenly, he brought you into his arms, wrapping them tight around you. “Is this better?” The moonlight
One More Sleep ~ SonAmy Christmas SpecialWithin a matter of nanoseconds someone streaked down the stairs as speedily as a greyhound sprinting around a race track, yanking their arms through the gaps in their coat and jiggling around two pairs of socks onto their feet in the process. Unfortunately though just as they made their journey to the last two steps, one foot suddenly got caught with a loop of tinsel that was spiraled around the bars of the staircase. Amy Rose went on a crash landing road like a rocket ship down the last two steps, tumbling like a drunk completely flat on her face. Thankfully, she didn’t hurt herself badly thanks to her soft yellow carpet that was as cosy as a fluffy cloud.
Peeling her face off the floor like peeling off a sticker on a purchased item, she turned her head over her right shoulder to glare evilly back up the stairs, she noticed that bit of tinsel that stuck out of place like a bump on a perfectly smooth road, if Cream’s mother was here and she saw that tinsel out of place, she
Even A Cagna Has Feelings [Nyo!RomanoXMale!Reader]
I Thought I Could Trust You...I Guess I was Wrong
“I can’t-a believe you, _____!” Roma shrieked at you angrily. “I trusted you-a! I told you everything and you went off and told Antonio!” She punched the wall as hard as she could, while refraining from taking her gun out of the holster and aiming it at you. “Damn you! My life may as-a well be ruined! My sorella (Sister) hasn’t even looked at-a me in a week and now I know-a why.” A tear traced her cheek as she punched the wall again and the red liquid began to drip from her knuckles.
“Roma, I-” You tried but she cut you off with a murderous glare.
Her voice broke, “I trusted you…” she punched the wall yet again despite how painful it must have been, “I should have-a known better than to trust a bastardo like you!”
“Roma, listen! I am s
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 8You were smacked awake. Letting out an unintelligible noise, you rolled onto your back and covered your face with your arms. The next attack didn’t come, and you risked looking up to see who had left the stinging pain on your cheek. You had no idea where you were. Last time, you checked, you were outside, and not on a carpet.
To your surprise, you saw an angry China glaring down at you. Scrambling onto your butt, you crawled backwards away from him, before running into someone’s legs. Looking up, you saw Japan, who appeared equally as pissed as China. In fact, as you looked around, you were surrounded by angry nations, with the exception of England, who wasn’t there. Something was obviously wrong, and you appeared to be the center of it. You shakily stood up and put some distance between yourself and Japan.
You were in a room you didn’t really recall- the library of England’s house. Books upon books were stacked among shelves that reached to the ceiling. M
Pirate England X Pirate Reader - Shipwrecked pt. 1
I woke up on a beach. My first thought was why a beach and how did I get here. I started to look around and I saw footprints that went to where I was to the woods behind it. Someone else was here with me. Who? Did I know them? Maybe they knew how I . . . or rather we got here.
I saw in the cove there was a ship that crashed and bodies floating in the water. I was mortified to see that. Guess the other person and I were lucky to be alive. I made a prayer and then went to find this mysterious person.
The woods were dense and amazing the way the sunlight came in. There was wildlife everywhere. Exotic animals, plants, and trees. It was so colorful and beautiful unlike anything I’ve ever seen. With the scenery I had no idea where I was either. All I knew right now would be a deserted island. It would be good to get away from the city life for once. So instead of being depressing and scared I should treat this like a vacation.
My stomach growled and I stopped. I didn’t notice how
Eusine x Reader - A New Quest
I hated this. I hated it so much. Those crystal blue eyes always got to me. He saw right threw me at some point. He didn’t know it but I could melt every time he looked at me. He was so sweet, kind and caring. He always made sure girls weren’t in harms way but it seemed for me and my friend Crystal even more. At this point I think it was obvious to tell that I had a huge crush on him.
Eusine only seemed to like two things on this world. Those things were Crystal and Suicune. I thought Crystal liked him but she only likes Silver. So I guess I was in a love triangle well rather square is one way. It was either Eusine, Suicune, and me or Crystal, Silver, Eusine and me. I hated it and I wanted it to change but I didn’t want to capture Suicune for that to happen.
If I went searching for Suicune I’d find Eusine. Maybe that’s what I had to do now. Like I said I didn’t want to capture Suicune because Suicune was meant to be free not captured. It was a rare a
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.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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