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
LOVEOne word that contains an entire universe. A single word that contains many meanings for us. The combination of your name and mine, the perfect union between two equal parts ... converted into one.
I was thinking about how many people are to be loved. But in reality is that there is just one…a first lover forever.
I've always wondered if the destiny is a matter of chance or if due to forces unknown ... Yes, the fantasy is as real as us.
Bits and pieces of dreams. Ideas, desires, fears, memories ... a living history ...
The way we'd found each other from the beginning, the way we always find the path for our particular universe.
It's the truth, or as close to the truth than I can say, certain things are beyond any understanding. Two creatures working as one unified body.
We were meant to be. Like two flames unite and blend into one.
Something so big that never get fully describe, at least not in my lifetime, nor in eternity.
Someone who shares my dreams, more importantly, my feeli
The ConstantEveryone pretend to be kind to others, they speak of peace and love, they wish you the best, when in fact, in the depths of their hearts, they remain insidious.
There are always variables, things that may you like it or not, but I'm here today to tell you about the only constant I know: you.
What I am sure in this life, is that I did not come to this place just to see you, as our meeting was a happy coincidence, but to achieve a dream that will put us away from life itself, to achieve a life after death at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that the blindness in your eyes can't last forever, you will have to open them one day and realize that in your whole life, I've been at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that you should not worry, because once we dream together, not even your demons will find us.
What I am sure in this life, is that I can continue with my empty heart, or a life full of your love.
What I am sure in this life, is that being by your side the sky has a
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
Look into my eyes,
see my mind is like space and
my thoughts are like a Galaxy
Traverse my universe & see,
you are my gravity
even in every matter
made of stars that burn
for time indefinite even forever
And you remind me of Aphrodite,
when she was born from the sea,
waiting for me,everyone wanted
to see the amulet of Aphrodite.
like a white shark with a cold
grin I came to you and sat you
down on an Einstein Rosen bridge,
and then I said; my love for you
is still burning despite my treason.
Is my love forbidden? You've looked
at me like a bee. But despite my
sting you've over looked my being.
I'm sorry. Here's the necklace that
I have taken, please, wear it like
a bracelet an anklet or even a ring.
and may you glow like the sun over
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
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 Dracule Mihawk
"Do we have volunteers?" Sanji wondered about the crowd of lovely young ladies as you shakily stepped forward, nervous as hell, so nervous in fact that a running leaf could startle you. "I-I'd like to g-go, S-sanji-kun..." you whispered, raising a shaky hand not too high above your head. However, you had hoped that the love cook didn't hear you, but alas, he did and before you could protest, he nearly dragged you into the spotlight. "Good luck!" He winked, causing you to blush as he handed you the velvet bag.
You nodded slightly and reached your hand into the bag. After several seconds on trying to decide on an item, your hands fell on something rather large and with sharp corners. You pulled out your item, it was a crucifix hanging on a necklace, its top part had slipped off, revealing a small blade within. You held the tiny blade in your flattened palm, not wanting to cut yourself. "W-who's is this..?" you asked quietly.
There came a sudden boast of laughter from the crowd as it was
La copa AmericaMartín caminaba en un callejón oscuro, con las manos en los bolsillos, cuando de pronto escuchó unos pasos a su espalda. Dio un respingo y miró de reojo, pero lo único que lo iba siguiendo era su propia sombra. Soltó un suspiro, sintiéndose de pronto agobiado y continuó su marcha sin rumbo fijo.
Cruzando una esquina, volvió a escuchar los pasos y se escondió enseguida tras miles de abarrotes que la gente iba a tirar, como si la calle fuese el mismo basurero. Su corazón lo sentía agitado como nunca y de pronto empezó a temblar.
Cuando iba a sacar la cabeza de su escondite, sintió una mano muy helada en su hombro y su sangre dejó de correr. Volteó la cabeza lentamente, oyendo el sonido de unas cadenas, hasta que escuchó esa voz...
-¿Estás listo, hueón?
-¡LA PUTA MADRE!
Martín saltó en la cama y tomó asiento, viendo que a su lado Manuel se movía en sueños, con
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