will anyone wish to share my heart
before the icy death of winter?
it is already late to wonder
it is autumn
and have i just felt
the first snowflakes
fall upon my brow?
The CityThe City
Elektra and time-twister, hear my distant cry
out of past beneath Apocalypse waste sand of a land which almost died
of spirit-traps and ancient vampires
transmogrifying life to bitterness.
Of a world where precious love
is sold for plastic and piss.
The streets flow with human flesh, churning in black ichor oil
drowning in sludge, choking on burning rags
Some of our brightest work in the streets
- paladins covered in filth, sifting through garbage
for lost love lights
- healers and caretakers of refugees cast as defects from
towering factory mechanical spires
The City burns a crown of a billion lights, each a brilliant star
of artificial bright
All we have here is this little lamp --
its cold outside beyond its pale glow
The City has heat without seeming end, boiling energy from the meat that
Thousands die in the City every night
- hearts gorged on young blood, spirits burnt with Hellfire,
drunk with the glory of impossible suicide
In vain they offer themselves a
untitled :-faith and love?-:searching is pointless
fate shall bequeth you true love
just open your eyes
cycleFox eyes shine
A glimpse into the dark
Pools reflect sparks unseen
of closeness and melding
Through the veil of time
Are you calling for me?
Wind rattles the leaves,
Pulls the dark cloak about the sky,
Stars and moon dissolve into black velvet.
Wet dew blankets the forest,
joining life with mist's night chill.
Lightning cracks the atmosphere
Awoken drenched in icy sweat
and saguine warmth.
A mirror shines amidst nothingness --
a window to the world outside,
or self-reflecting infinite oblivion?
Ensconced in darkness,
a pale flame smeared with ink.
Glass shattering on the floor,
falling deep in water,
in harsh white light.
Blazing corona burning high
cleansing all in fire.
Sparks escape into vacuum,
damping to ash as they're blown,
carried from the tempest
on currents like cold metal.
Floating in auroral ether
amongst prismatic thought
painted with brushes
immersed in every perfect moment.
half remembered...only nostalgi
House Vey~House Vey~
I was working as a tax agent for the British government in the Year of
Our Lord 1999. It was then that my supervisor approached
me regarding the matter of House Vey.
``It has come to my attention,'' he said, ``that there is a real estate that
has been evading tax law for centuries. It isn't on land-survey maps and
has only come to my attention due to its recent acquisition of
materials from certain sources.''
He handed me a file that described several transactions in metals
and rare minerals by a House of Vey, location given.
``I want you to go down there,'' he continued, ``And make the books
So I did what he told me. Not that it was easy. There was no road that
led to the House of Vey (a house left off of the British Royals' list).
Instead, I took my auto as far as dirt roads allowed. Then, equipped
with a hand-written map superimposed on the GPS grid, I wandered
through the British countryside in search of t
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
Zoro X Reader Greatest Fears
"EEEEEEEEEEK!" You screamed, jumping on to a chair, your nightgown wrapped tightly around your body. Upon hearing your scream, Zoro busted through your door, swords drawn and looking for intruders.
"(Name)! What's wrong?!" Zoro shouted, looking to you to make sure you weren't hurt. Your face was red from all the screaming you did, and you had tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. You were genuinely scared, you had just come into close contact with a monster!
"Sp-Sp..." you stuttered, Pointing to the underside of your bed. Zoro nodded and sliced up your bed into tiny pieces, exposing...a large spider?? A sweat drop appeared on Zoro's face as he stared at the eight-legged creature. You made another high pitched squeal as it began to move toward you.
"Kill it Zoro! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!" You screamed pointing at the ugly thing. Zoro stood and sheathed his swords one by one, not adhering to your pleas. He gave you a scowled look, but you continued to sniffle and whim
i deleted you from my
phone. so goodbye.
[i wont miss you]
no reply. because my
silence speaks more than
words ever could.
[even though you never
remember that time we
were tangled and drowning
so far in our own
thoughts and love?
no reply. because i
know you remember.
[but you're not smiling
i left something outside
[its your heart in
the shape of a book]
no reply. i ran outside
in shorts and socks
to grab it before
[at least you took care of it]
no reply. you always thought
i looked beautiful.
[but it doesnt matter]
no reply. i have a
First friend, first loveI’ve been sitting alone for so long
That I’ve forgotten the meaning of "friend"
But just when I started to think I don’t belong
You became a person that I could befriend
But as time passed along, you seemed like more to me
My heart would grow warm, every time we’d speak
But I just don’t know if we could ever be
But I’ll take the first step, to start something unique
Letter to a former loverI wrote you letters
of these hollow woods,
perhaps your tongue was tied
or planing out your teeth with supple motion
licking forth a better smile
a brighter future, at least
you never answered or gave word
that you had seen the fog riding
from beneath the trees on grey stallions
or that the woods themselves were
leaning out and giving way and
turning grey, mist breeding
hollow spines on brittle branches.
SMIH ONE PIECE ACE
You and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!
"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure...
"Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo
not what you wantedi wanted to tell you about
yesterday. and how i saw
a shooting star and a face
on the moon that reminds
me of my grandfather.
i wanted to tell you how
i fell on the grass at
sunset and it was poetically
beautiful. but you'd
only tell me that i was
beautiful and then let the wind
blow away what my eyes see.
i wish you loved looking
up at the fragments of
rocks scattered across
the sky. or loved to watch the
clouds go past for twelve hours
straight, but you'd get
bored after two.
i wish i had asked you
what your favourite number
is and what colour your
toothbrush was. my number
is 52. and now you can think
of me every time you see it.
i guess i was always selfish.
i wish you'd listen to
the wind as it growls
my name and moves my house.
i wish we'd fit together
like jam and peanut butter
but we match as much
as my socks do at the moment.
one's green, the other's
a stripy rainbow.
Who knewThe man you visited in a dream,
The one you re-traced a half-remembered
Path for, in the off-chance of
Surprising one another again -
Polychromatic flannel and subtle sighing
Through the teeth, gently
Warm eyes softly exotic
Slavic vodka on a late summer night -
Swept by today, wearing blinders of
Deep conversation, still
Smiling with an accent
His arm around a waist
I want to sit in my room, arms wrapped around
Knees against chest in the solace of the sun,
I want to watch the endless journeys of
Sidewalk strangers from the fire escape
But it's ten to four and
There's no time to cry anymore;
Only time to join the chattering
Choir girls practicing for
Holding Hands - ShadAmy Poetry
Like the first time their hands joined together,
Intertwined and gentle,
she felt the joy course through her body as though electricity itself.
Nothing like it compared to her dreams and fantasies about finding love.
Each time, her heart beat fast; racing with anticipation yet happiness that
She silently expressed to herself. Exchanging words was often unnecessary when they were
Somehow, Shadow could read her like a book. She longed to question how he grew to
Understand her so well but she reluctantly held back.
It felt like years since they openly confessed to loving each other.
Yet only two went by and their bond continued to grow stronger.
She leaned against the tree beside Shadow, reflecting on how far their trust
developed in such a shockingly short amount of time. Through the difficult times, she
found that it made them stronger.
No longer did she chase after hopeless dreams like a lost, young girl. Now fourteen,
she felt changed. Yet it was