I just want perihelion, but my star, she shines from too far away. Now on this distant rock I've frozen over, left to drift in the beautiful waste.
Looking On Stars From A Dirty WorldIn some other time, in some other place,
in the vast reaches in the darkest space,
We've given it one more chance,
at undying romance.
At the melding of souls,
to coalesce like the elements,
binary stars around black holes,
Hot love that burns as coals,
along the night sky.
Subjective ObjectiveRiding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function. In between initial frames of reference, relative to the world at stand still. Becoming all possible states until no more are left to assume. Invincible, irreplicable, pushing off the earth as the earth pushes back. Neither either but both. Micro macro, negative positive, repel attract. Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function.
My Trip To The GroundI've been pushed from behind,
I don't know by who.
When I look I hope to find,
It was me and not you.
Because when push turns to shove,
I'll shove harder than you do.
When you pull hatred out of love,
Not much else is true.
Why am I being pushed anyways?
As I got close,
You should have warned me to stay away.
Now I'm upset as I contest why I feel this way:
You were my savior just yesterday.
As I trip on my feet,
I don't know what to think.
Where's your helping hand?
In black sand I've begun to sink.
You have a mighty smile,
Will you be here for awhile?
Gotta say I think not,
You look like you're lost.
Here And NowHere And Now
Here we are, in the here and now,
nowhere else we'd rather be.
Of all of time and space,
this is when I want to be.
We fly, the universe and I,
together in this place.
We'll lose each other soon enough,
though we're in no grand haste.
Death is the final moment, the clarifying breath,
every moment is that moment, only death has yet to join us.
Breath in the air, death will soon be here,
and now is all we have, for all we really care.
The World Without WordsThere is a world in which no one can say but one word. Any word. Their word. After that, they die. There is no warfare, no poverty, no suffering. Men are unable to explain away the cruelty of their actions, and so man toils under the weight of his actions. No lies spread by way of eager lips.
In this world, there is a man and a woman sitting together in a bar, having a comfortable silence between them.
He leans against the bar, an eyebrow quirked at her. She inspects him with pursed lips, taking him in without interruption. He is a tall man and a big guy. His hair is thick and invasive, and dyed green. She takes more time than he'd like her to, and so he gives her a clown face. She's beautiful. She chortles at him, and he lets his chest down and breath out; she's beautiful and he made her laugh. A wonderful start by most of society.
She tosses her long, luxurious, lengthy hair back over her shoulder and adjusts herself to face him. He straightens up and brushes a hand through his hair,
Man in Space and Time"What if I did do those big and important things?"
I thought to myself aloud.
"What if I stop being afraid of living?"
I swore then I'd instigate change in the universe.
On a tiny blue rock in nothing, I could change the world.
But when I was done, everything was in flames.
I frowned and thought long and hard about it,
sighing as the flames took all breaths away.
"I destroyed everything. I wanted to do good, not bad.
I'm not a bad person."
I stopped being selfish. In that moment I gave up the chains of consciousness
and let go of morality, the world, myself.
"This is the Universe. Flames have eaten my blue rock,
and now they dance in a new world just for them."
The fires raged to life and breathed and were powerful,
and they changed things and sometimes what they changed was beautiful
and sometimes what things became was beautiful. Ash rose in the violent winds,
embers hugged the earth.
"I did it. I lived and did big and important things, and everything I thought was
bad or ugly
An Affair on MyselfWake up early morning, it's time to be on my feet.
No time to eat something, I've got a place to be.
The sun beats on my head, I'm burnt like the sand.
The past whirls in my mind, I can hardly stand.
Time like water flows on by, currents in the sun.
Frozen feelings begin to melt, oh look how they run.
I don't feel the light burn, the peeling of my skin.
I only feel that urge to stop the loneliness within.
I could just scream! Unleash what's inside of me.
That is I would do that, if I wasn't so empty.
I can just shout! Let my heart sing.
That is I would do this, if the words weren't so heavy.
Vapid vixens vex me, fleeting like the wind.
Their faces come and go, stop before they begin.
I like to loose myself, to the bottom of the drink.
I'll think of you fondly, 'til next we meet.
Tender loving is all I really wanted.
Hard to love anyone, by the past you're still haunted.
I don't really like you all, just strangers in a mask.
But a touch is a touch, and there's peace of mind at last.
The MawThe Maw
An endless river barren black with souls,
the living wailing as they wait for Hope.
In all their minds they hear the chewing,
the bones crunching and the blood spewing.
Filled with dread they flail about,
they don't want to die, when will Hope pull them out?
Oh what a sight to see the hopeless hell of humanity,
The moaning corpses shoveled into the Maw,
Freedom to live forbade by law,
The fear of timeless prison,
bodies mulched by society's jaw,
consumed by social religion.
The young, the pure, the innocent.
They're stricken dumb, blind, and tainted.
Their youth is eaten by spirits malevolent.
They become old men with the same cruel intent.
Struggling and failing to escape the Maw,
Before death all are beaten raw.
I watch friends and loved ones sigh and ache in line.
They stumble on, deaf to my pleas for salvation.
Like a haunting their lives are stuck on a miserable repeat.
They dress like government issue live stock,
branding themselves with different lies and false freedom,
A Practice in Freeflow.Set up: A man ought to have his own private room, i.e. a study. A place where can go to work and be left alone for however long he needs it. Even his loved ones are proscribed* from entry. But an artist seeks to express the life expressed within, and how can you refuse your lover from the one place you pay her highest tribute?
And so she enters...
Her presence was first an annoyance. I'm not annoyed with her, per se, but with a foreign presence in my most private of areas. In this small room, cramped with books and papers and drawings and music, lay the spirit of I. The mind's soul, which doesn't seek to know all things, but to experience all things. It is my time and place alone from the human race.
Here she is. I'm not speaking to her. I'm pretending to be slightly agitated and highly invested by my work. In truth, I can't put any productive words down to text. I try to look at her when she doesn't see me. I like to see her. Not in quick glances; those are saddening. I like to take h
rwby x male reader minethis is my FIRST (kinda since I was using kingtenderheart account which was a disaster) story I create on this account anyways guys lezz go
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You where walking around the halls of beacon academy minding your own business looking at dorms as you where walking you heard a familiar feminine voice
(M/n)~~ come to mama little kitty~~
You then looked backwards seeing yang running towards you you claws this isn't going to end well so you ran as well since this already happend long ago when you saved her from being a hostage of white fang after several sharp turns she finnaly caught up and taclked you down earning an a
Yang: nuaghty kitty very very naughty kitty trying to run away from mama guess little kitty should be punished
(M/n): u-um yang can we stop because WERE IN THE MESS HALL!!!
Everyone was eyeing you and yang some made wolf wistle and some made a murder looo but they shrug it
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
darling,you thanked me
for not caring
about your race-
I wanted to tell you
the only race
I ever cared about,
was my heart
Bill cipher x reader dancing with a demonBill cipher x reader : Dancing with a demon
Ok, soooo yeah... Um this is only my second bill x reader so if there's a problem or anything please let me know, ok? Thanks, hope the stories alright!
1: (h/c) =hair color
2G/B)=gender (this one is female, sorry)
You sighed, watching Mabel, Pacifica ,Grenada, and candy sort through the many dresses in the store. A town dance was coming up, and because a certain female (*cough cough* a old mean friend of Pacifica's) just had to say something about you not having a date, or wearing anything pretty, your girl-friends got riled up and decided to prove her wrong. "(Y/n)!! Try these!" Mabel tossed a couple of dresses at you, while Pacifica promptly shoved you in the dressing room. Sighing, you began your decent into the pile of dresses. Each one was either too tight for your taste or too showy. You'd finally gone through all of the
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
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
SMIH ONE PIECE LAW
Geeze, this game was running on for forever! How many people were left? Five? Six? You had no idea, for you had lost count several turns ago. You wanted to get back to the social aspect of this party, the food was what you loved the most. Damn, that blonde, curly brow man could cook! But oh well, the quicker everyone went, and granted there would be no more interruptions or 'wild cards' like Doflamingo and Lucci, you estimated that in about another hour would pass before the game would come to a conclusion.
Being the precise woman that you were, you decided to speed up the game by going next, you had no favoritism for the remaining male players to choose from, so it didn't matter which item you picked. You certainly weren't gonna give anything to anyone for some silly game. You were too mature for that.
You reached in to the bag Sanji held out for the remaining ladies, you shuffled the items around and felt something sharp pierce your skin. Slicing it open. You cried out in pain and re
SMIH ONE PIECE Zoro
"I think you should go next my dear~!" Sanji swooned as he pulled you to the middle of the crowd, shaking the velvet bag in front of you.
"Alright, alright, calm down before you have a kidney stone.." You found these kinds of games to be rather childish, and therefore, boring. You hated boring things. You wanted to get your turn over and done with quickly, knowing that you probably wouldn't get a partner that wasn't even the least bit interesting.
You reached into the velvet bag and without even shuffling its contents, picked up an item that felt cold and metallic. You pulled it out to find a gold dangle earring. There was no doubt as to whom this piece of jewelry belonged to. The infamous Pirate Hunter, Roronoa Zoro.
You sighed to yourself and walked up to the snoring swordsman and poked him in the temple until he woke up.
"What? What do you want?" He yawned stretching. You waved his earring in front of his droopy eyes and waited for him to register.
"Hey..that's mine!" He reach
SMIH ONE PIECE Shanks
"How about you?" Sanji strolled over to you and held out his hand. You shrugged and as you took a swig of your alcohol, a slight buzz taking over your mood.
"Sure, why the hell not?" You slurred your words as you walked up to the blond cook and put your hand into the bag, without even digging around, you wrapped your hand around something that felt like cloth. When you pulled it out, you unfolded it and revealed it to be a miniature Jolly Roger, the Red Hair Pirates' Jolly Roger. Shank's Jolly Roger. You turned around and waved the tiny flag in the air, signaling to the red haired pirate that his turn was up next.
Shanks looked up from his drink and chuckled. "What? My turn already?" His crew mates laughed and patted him on the back. He stood and took a hold of your hand with his one arm and led you to the closet. As Sanji closed the door behind you, he said to himself, "This should be interesting."
Once you two were engulfed in the darkness of the closet, you took a seat on the