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Little Brother Of Sin :iconnostalgicchills:NostalgicChills 901 83 irony :iconberkozturk:berkozturk 8,808 854
Kindness [AU] (Levi x Depressed!Reader)
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Often I'm told I need to clean up my act
although maturity is something I lack
"You're such a brat [Name]! You are so damn childish and ruin everything! Get out!" The angry voice scolded, his rage fuming from his body.
Her eyes widened and tears started to sting her [e/c] orbs. He never took his anger out on her knowing how sensitive she was, but her careless attitude cost him his patience. "I'm sorry Levi." She apologized, her lip quivering. 
Levi rolled his eyes at her, "I don't want your shitty apology. I want you to get out while I clean up your mess." He demanded, his finger pointing towards the front door of their apartment.
[Name]'s eyes fell at the broken vase on the floor. She knew how precious that was to Levi, it belonged to his late mother, the only piece
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Things That Make You Go Hmm... :iconjark:jark 1,014 1,581 irony :iconberkozturk:berkozturk 3,653 1,143 Bleach :iconmasterswordsmen1:MasterSwordsmen1 1,886 460 Comic: Better Late than Never :iconartwork-tee:artwork-tee 2,704 596 saint. :iconcristina-otero:cristina-otero 1,755 55 VOCALOID :iconfelis-m:Felis-M 1,457 238 I r o n y :iconstfamous:StFamous 429 95 Refuge from a Storm :iconpaperdreamerart:PaperDreamerArt 659 414 To Lose It All... :iconnostalgicchills:NostalgicChills 598 62 ulquiorra and orihime :iconupsman12344321:upsman12344321 2,189 280 A Childs Play :iconanacorreal:Anacorreal 344 89 Ironical locket :iconbeautyspotcrafts:BeautySpotCrafts 313 39 Irony in a pokeshell :iconbummerdude:Bummerdude 1,053 80
When it Rains - Chapter 1: Irony
The Joker staggered away from the bank slipping past the police that already surrounded the area. He managed to slink by unnoticed and bleeding profusely from a bullet wound near his abdomen. That’s what he gets for turning his back on old Gruesome Face. And this was certainly the last time he’d help him escape Arkham, that’s if he would ever live to see that dreadful place again. He silently cursed himself as he limped for agreeing to aid his escape and bank heist, but hell it’s not like he had any crazy schemes himself tonight. Maybe he was getting dare he say “soft” as the years past. HA! The notion made him almost trip as he began to smile. He chuckled softly remembering how exactly he got himself in this predicament in the first place. After the two escaped and gathered some thugs to help with the job, they all made quick work of the bank. The Joker would obviously get a cut; he never liked doing these sorts of things just for money though. But
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Happy Home
Broken Windows.
Rotted Floors.
painted eyes
that peek through
Look in cracks
of this perfect
and see the mess
you hide
with chrome.
It's Deathly still
in this house of ours.
Put up curtains
to kill the stars
the moon
with plaster walls.
our words
are lost
to empty halls.
Keep it
Keep it
One would think
our world's
but it's a
pull back
the sheet
and you'll find mold
beneath our feet.
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Suicide or Tea?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch – even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale – sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
My per
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The Couplet and the Villanelle
The Couplet and the Villanelle
Said the couplet to the villanelle
"You, for all of your complexity
really are a vacuum and a shell
overwrought and odd, compared to me.
You, for all your cunning and your craft
your metaphors and similes and signs
conjure awkward rhymes that make me laugh
strung together in repeating lines."
Said the villanelle to couplet small
"I know I can ramble on at times
but, you know, you are inside of me
and you are complicit in my rhymes.
What's ironic though, you know... doggonnit.
both of us are stuck within this sonnet."
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Despair :icon6vcr:6VCR 191 33 Drama of an emo life :iconevelin-novemberdusk:Evelin-Novemberdusk 782 224
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girls
I told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings

And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations

Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
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manipulating woman :iconxmisstake:xMissTake 415 36 nu? :iconshe-is-weird:she-is-weird 406 67 Flavor of the Week: Blueberry! :iconluvemripe:luvemripe 324 44
        Emma moaned and struggled against her binds. She was in her desk chair, her hands on its arms whether she liked them to be or not. Emma's wrists were tied down by her own socks. It was only a matter of time before this happened ... again. Emma never cleaned her room and she owned a lot of things that could be used to tie her down or up as the situation allowed.
           Emma sniffled and moaned into her gag. She had a clean pair of her panties stuffed into her mouth and tied in place with a pair of stockings which made a nice, though big, cleave gag. She struggled against her improvised binds but couldn't even move her chair as her legs, ankles and even her feet were bound together with yet more socks. A rather large pair of socks were forced over both of her feet so they could be tied together more easily.
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Sunset :icondecadia:Decadia 1,432 296 Perfectionist :iconjohnsu:JohnSu 939 456 Insufferable Prick :iconfalseregards:FalseRegards 1,074 140 Turnpike Ln Fox :iconwhoam-irony:WhoAm-Irony 2,500 104 The Prejudice + Power Irony :iconbrentcherry:brentcherry 374 300
Chalk Man 4 The Cliff :iconzapamation:Zapamation 355 205
Playground... :iconsaurabh682:Saurabh682 581 148 Sincere Irony - fullviewplz :iconakirakirai:akirakirai 1,365 150 Stargate Irony :icontimekeeperxx:Timekeeperxx 531 241 Alice - in Sunderland :iconwhoam-irony:WhoAm-Irony 375 35
This is Irony
I count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,
and stillness in the words of dead poets.
We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.
I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.
A waltz  away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
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Today is my Lucky Day :iconbenheine:BenHeine 479 56
No-one forgets a good teacher
"Listen to me or I'll break your legs"
                                               - Steve Thompson
Dear Sir. Not sir. It's automatic.
Sorry Steve. Dear Steve. I'm fed
On seven years of autocratic
Tiffinisms: "genuflect
to teachers." Seven years' emphatic
Faire-sans-dire still in my head.
Dear Steve. Your style was more dramatic
you taught life and art instead:
Stoppard, condoms, mathematics,
goatee beards and Berthold Brecht
and Bigmouth Strikes Again, such is
what you gave us, plus the threat
of a half a term on crutches
for ignoring you. Dear Steve - respect.
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John: Be Dave Strider :iconkheisa:Kheisa 1,614 100 '10,000...' :iconwynter333a:wynter333A 230 63 The irony :iconar-ka:aR-Ka 211 101
if irony was a color.
at first there was a boy who had chocolate eyes hidden behind two rectangular pieces of glass.
and he would lead me through fields covered with snow when i couldn't sleep and hold my icy hands which couldn't warm up.
and then he tells me he loves me and that is okay.
and then i fall in love with him and that is okay.
snows melted and the fireplace went silent.
one evening under the shower of raindrops, he tells me he is leaving.
i lower my eyes and fixate them on a nail i'd broken while trying to wrap a present for him just right.
and that is okay.
if i ask him why, he tells me i'm hurting him.
my mind shouts that it's wrong, but on the outside, that is just okay.
and then there is a boy who wraps his hand around my shoulders and lets me rest my head on his.
he makes my coffee with more cocoa because i don't like coffee but am too tired.
and he knows i love it when he holds my wrists tight until the blood in my hands gets slow.
and he knows i don't love him.
but he says that it's okay.
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Open Your Eyes :iconoo-rein-oo:oO-Rein-Oo 215 68
Insert creative title here.
sometimes I hate the idea
of talking
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
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Oh the irony! :iconrocker2point0:Rocker2point0 252 38 DISCONNECTED :iconraindropmemory:Raindropmemory 346 102 Voiceless Mime :icontwiggyteeluck:TwiggyTeeluck 235 19