Fur for All OccasionsFur for All OccasionsFur for All Occasions9 years ago in Fantasy
If I were given the same choice that had changed my life for good... I'd have to turn it down. I've grown too used to my new life to consider taking it back. The people who once made my life hell have paid their price and the benefits of my new life outweigh my old life.
I can finally say that I am happy for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I am with people that actually understand me and don't mind talking about their past lives – as if it could ever harm them now.
I also don't mind sharing my story. It reeked of injustice and unfairness, but I'm not bothered by telling it anymore. I seem to get a warm and furry feeling whenever I think about that one day that everything turned upside down...
I absolutely hated going to school nowadays. I was a freshman in high school, and like most freshmen, I had to deal with the constant onslaught of bullies. I was teased whenever the opportunity presented itself to them, tattled on because they
OccasionLaughter with sunshine,Occasion4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
Vitality, hope, promise.
This Occasion of Four DimensionsSleep deprivationThis Occasion of Four Dimensions1 year ago in Free Verse
wraps her warm embrace
arms passing under mine
connecting in a series of fingers.
Upon each nail a number,
Twelve digits just beneath my heart
catching the rhythm of hope,
that each second struggled into the night
is a second closer to you.
The ticking countdown a lullaby
to pacify my eyes
with weighty realism
slowing my mistimed brain to a crawl,
but every inch writhing on my belly
is spent groveling at the idea
of a tesseract.
Three winks between
awake and sleep
where I can touch
a world away.
On OccasionOn Occasion6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
An empty man will walk up to you
With a red umbrella in tow,
And demand change for a twenty
The gray bus stop will remind him
That, like the rest of us,
He is but a stranger
In a world of concrete
To look into his eyes,
To see the heart that left long ago,
To almost taste his desperation,
Will nearly break you
But we all turn away in time
And shake away despondently
His pleading cries
To return to the rain
An empty stranger will walk away from you
Arms crossed, head turned down against the rain
To offer them your umbrella, though, is foolish-
The raindrops fall far deeper than the skin in a cold and deserted city.
For Every Occasion -- GerIta"Ludwig, Ludwig! Give me a "good-morning" kiss!"For Every Occasion -- GerIta5 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Ciao~ Kiss me, kiss me!"
"Look, look, Ludwig! I cleaned up, just like you asked! Aren't you proud? Give me a "good job" kiss!"
"Veee! T-the kitty s-scratched me, Ludwiiiig! K-Kiss it better, per favore?"
"Buona notte, Ludwig! Can I have a "good-night" kiss~?"
The German couldn't help but let out a sigh, his arms lazily around Feliciano's waist as the two lay in bed after a long day. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Italian's sweet scent as he mused to himself. "There really isn't anything that you won't ask a kiss for, is there "
"Hm? What do you mean, Ludwig~?" The man wiggled in his arms, breath tickling against the blond's neck.
Ludwig just shook his head; it wouldn't do much good to try to reason with his slightly-airheaded lover. "Nothing, never mind. A "good-night" kiss, then?" His lips brushed against the other's forehead, bringing forth a river of bubbly giggles from the Italian.
"Per favore, per favore! And that one do
Thnks for staying till the endIn this race of life, I see you smile,Thnks for staying till the end5 years ago in Free Verse
As you walk always one step behind,
In order to catch me, if I falter.
When I start to run, you do too,
But at the same time, whisper,
Words of caution in my ears.
On every turn, and every twist,
You are there by my side,
You prod me on when I slow down,
Push me harder on the steep slopes,
You never tire, never breathe fire,
You always speak as for the first time.
On this day, all I have to say is,
Thank you, my dearest friend,
For staying with me till the end.