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
Sebastian x Neko Reader~You where currently living on the streets in an ally way, where you made sure no one knew about. You were searching through the trash bin at the moment your (f/c/c) tail swishing behind you, you ears were twitching in excitement. "Yes! someone throw away a fully wrapped sandwich this time!" you purr with excitement, little did you know that someone was watching you. "Hey!! you freak, get out of my trash you lazy scum!!" a man with a broom comes running at you, you don't have enough time to jump out of the trash in run before he swings the broom down and bashes it against your head. You crash to the bottom of the can hissing in pain. "no! please stop ill leave please!" He doesn't listen though and starts bashing you again with the broom. "That's what they all say! you filthy vermin!!" He continues to hit you ob-side the head, when you think your about to pass out the man is out of nowhere, thrown against the alley wall, he drops to the floor limp. Your vision starts to blur and the last
Silk RoadMy head alights upon your shoulder
As you enfold me in your arms.
An exhausted bird has regained his perch
Bringing his aimless flight to an end.
Sweet nightingale, your soothing tune
Echoes through my heart's mountain.
Matched only by your heart-song
In the valley of your breast.
My hands and eyes are caravans
That amble along your form.
And my cartographer mind charts your geography
A Silk Road I would tread a thousand times.
Laughing Jack x Reader
"Laughing Jack!! Get your ass back here!!"
You run after him at full speed almost grabbing the suspenders at his back. Maybe i should inform you of what's happening. Well being the perverted prankster he is, Laughing Jack thought id be funny to staple Jane's, Ms.P's and your undergarments around the house.....ON THE CEILING. You didn't figure it out until a pair of your (f/c) panties got lose of the staple tat was securing it to the ceiling and landed right on your head. Thats not even the worse part you didn't figure out they were on your head until recently, when L.J got home from a killing spree, he laughed so hard you though he would throw up the candy he most likely consumed earlier that day.
And thats what brings us to this situation right now, L.J has taken the underwear off your head and now is threatening to keep them for his personal use. Bull sh*it no way are you letting that happen. You tackle him to the ground straddling his hips. He grins up at you, rai
SMIH ONE PIECE MARCO
Just as you and the other girl were about to pick your sticks to draw form the bag, a strange presence approach the Thousand Sunny. You turned around to see a man dressed in purple. He appeared to be blind and used a stick to feel his way around the ship. You had no doubt in your mind that this newcomer was Fujitora.
"Excuse me, is it too late for me to join the game?" Fujitora asked, walking up to Sanji. He looked around and saw that since Marco was the only person left between you and this other girl, so mathematically, one of you weren't going to have a turn. To make it fair, Sanji would have no choice but to allow Fujitora to join.
"As long as you promise to not bring harm to the ladies..." Sanji warned holding up the bag to Fujitora. "Put an item in the bag that belongs to you. Don't let the girls see it."
Fujitora nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out his item. He kept it hidden within his fists as he placed it inside the bag.
"Alright ladies~! Now we have enoug
i want to meet youif ocean waves could take me to you
i'd become one billion grains of sand
in hopes that maybe just a piece of me will reach
the shoreline that you walk on
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
Heat AdvisoryWe are an air-mass thunderstorm at the height
of an Indian summer -- a cloudburst colliding
into a cyclone, raising the temperature of any
who wander through our sweaty inversion.
I soar above the earth buoyed on your thermals,
straight into a clap of thunder conceived by
lightning fever. A roiling heatwave travels
across our connection, evaporating the atmosphere
surrounding the eye of our storm. Your humid
breath wisps over the thermodynamics of my skin,
pushing cumulonimbus up the drought in my spine.
Muggy kisses trail down my body like volcanic ash,
a haze blurring the lines between our hurricanes.
And as the barometer spikes, my heartbeat quickens;
I am sucked into the vortex of your tropical storm.
It's Hard To Break Bad HabitsIf I allow my tongue to
touch the top of my teeth
to the bottom to utter a
"I Love you"
tonight, does it mean I
can't say it again?
I bite my nails
as I recoil, remembering
the bad habit, barely making
progress in this patience
plaguing, somber, far from serene
two minutes since we last
said our good-byes,
good-nights, good-wishes of
sleepfully peaceful mind shows.
Feels like an eternity since
we last spoke, while Eternity
waits by the door,
readying to again make my heart
long so long for you.
~she has always been
so successful in her