Shadow, My shadowShadow,
Sometimes it is very long
and it towers over me.
Sometimes it is very small
and it at squatting behind me.
But it is always there.
Sometimes I can’t see it.
Like when it is so dark,
I can’t see anything.
But my shadow is still there.
It is all around me.
Sometimes my shadow
gives me a hug.
Sometimes when it is very hot
I like to hide inside my shadow,
because my shadow is very cool.
There are little buttons
at the bottom of my feet.
So when I get too hot,
I unhook my shadow
and step out from in front of it.
Then I just sit down in my shadow
And it cools me down very nicely.
And then when I’m through,
or when my shadow is getting tired,
and it’s becoming all speckled and weak,
I’ll pick myself up,
and button up my shadow.
Then we will go on you way.
We must go slowly at first,
because, you see, the shadow
gets very tired when I am not attatched,
because the shadow is not there without me.
But luckily it can give me
a little bit of shade f
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 10"Weren't you going to ask me somehting?" Vash called.
"I was. But I forgot. It wasn't that important." Lilli said from the living room. Even without seeing her face, Vash could tell she was lying but he couldn't dwell on it now. He had to leave.
"Bye Lilli." He called and walked out the door. He slid into his car and backed out of the driveway.
~~~TARDIS to an hour later~~~
Vash pulled into driveway and walked up to the door. He rubbed a hand over his face. That meeting went on for ever. He opened the door and pulled off his shoes and then froze. He frowned down at the the floor. There was a jumble of Lilli's shoes but that was usual. There was another pair of shoes. They were too big for Lilli. Vash placed his shoes on the rack and walked into the kitchen. Lilli was standing there, waiting for him. She was grinning.
"What happened?" Vash frowned. Lilli kept grinning. "Did you burn some down?" He asked. She shook her head. "Find a stray cat?" She shook her head. "Eat the
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 9(Name) stared at the phone. Vash. You let it ring. YOu wanted to pick up. But you didn't. It kept ringing. And ringing. and it stopped.
"Vash, come back...."
~~TARDIS skip to 2 months laters~~~
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure."
"But I can't--"
"Yes you can. Now make me proud"
~~~well wasn't that criptic~~
Vash didn't smile. He hadn't smiled in months. More often than not he was frowning.
Vash frowned at the paper in frustration. Couldn't the handwriting be just a bit neater? He could barely read it at all. He growled.
"Hey Vash?" Lilli walked into the kitchen with the phone in her hand. She looked surprised.
"Who was on the phone?"
"Huh? Oh, nobody." Lilli replied and Vash raised an eyebrow. Lilli looked at the paper in his hands.
"Directions. I have to leave in five minutes. Will you be ok?" Lilli nodded.
"When will you get back?"
"Not for another hour."
"Ok," Lilli turned and started to walk out of the kitchen.
"Weren't you going to ask me somehting?" Vas
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 8
"But that won't work for either of us, Vash. So let's not pretend it does." And she turned and left. Vash stood there, shocked, staring at the closed door. "that won't work for either of us". Vash back up and collapsed on the the stairs. She was right. Unfortunately. They had to go. Pleading wouldn't change that...
Vash knocked on the door and waited. Vash looked up as the door opened and saw (Name)'s father.
"Hello Vash." He greeted.
"Hello Mr. (Lastname). Can I speek to (Name)?" vash asked and Her father frowned slightly.
"I don't know. Wait here for a moment, please." Vash waited as (Name)'s father went upstairs and then came back down a little later.
"I'm sorry, but she says she won't see you." Vash sighed.
"Dang it." He muttered and turned to leave but her father stopped him.
"She said it would be easier this way." He said and Vash turned back around.
"Tell her that I'm leaving today and tell her that she is wrong."
~~TARDIS timeskip to a plane in the air~~~
My Sister's Tutor (Switzerland*Reader) part 7"Hey, (Name)--. Oh. Woops" Lilli had pranced back in and giggled. Vash and (Name) broke apart and looked at her.
"What, Lilli. (Name)'s sort of preoccupied at the moment." Vash commented cooly. Lilli giggled again.
"I was just wondering. Now (Name)'s your girlfriend, will she still be my tutor?" Vash looked at (Name) and bent to kiss her jaw.
"I don't know. I might steal her away entirely.... but I suppose I can share her with you once in a while." Vash said. (Name) laughed and nudged Vash.
"Yes, Lilli. I'll still be your tutor."
"Now Lilli. Shoo" Vash said before kissing his girlfriend again.
~~the end?~~~ ....apperently not
Last day of school~~
"Hey Vash!" (Name) ran up to Vash and flung her arms around his neck. Vash gave one of his rare smiles and hugged her back. "Can you believe it? The school year is OVER!"
"Yes (Name), I can." Vash pressed his lips to her's briefly before setting her down. (Name) put her arm though his and they started walking towards Vash's car. They go
So empty: One heartIt’s so empty,
There is nothing there,
nothing in my heart.
Why is it so empty?
I feel empty.
Could someone please
Could someone please
fill my heart?
I don’t know with what.
I can’t remember
what used to be there.
But can someone fill it?
I don’t know how to
fill it, or
what to fill it with.
Will you tell me?
And help me fill it?
I don’t know.
I just don’t know.
I don’t even know
if I care what you
put in it.
want something in there.
I want to get rid
of that awful
lonely empty feeling.
Help me get rid of it.
anything in my heart.
I don’t want to be empty.
I don’t want to be lonely
Anything would work,
since I don’t even remember
what used to be there
in the first place.
Or what should be there.
But all I know is,
I don’t want
to be empty any more.
There’s nothing there.
Not even a drop
of what used to be there.
Ludwig*Reader Of Pickles and ComputersI have now idea how this is going to start or end so here goes.
You lay on your couch with your head hanging off of it as you stared at the wall upside down. You wondered if the wall was upside down at all since it was exactly the same top and bottom. Maybe the wall was right side up either way and the ceiling and the floor were the ones that were upside down. Or maybe they weren't upside down and just switch. Maybe if the object on the ceiling/floor were switched then they would be upside down respectively to what they used to be.... oh the things that go on in your brain.
You were rather bored actually because you weren't really doing anything other than figuring out whether or how everything would be upside down in the room. Even though that was a very mind engaging topic, your mind had moved on a so now you needed something to do. You thought about crashing at someones house for a little bit. Though hopefully you would crash into/break anything while there. You were rather prone
Ludwig*Reader Dunno what to writeI'm mean seriously I don't but I want to write something so here goes...
You stared at the blank word document in frustration. You had had this wonderful, mindblowing idea so you went to the computer to type it up but as it is with mindblowing ideas, the idea blew right out of your mind and you were stuck staring at white. You remember the idea was brilliant for a short story but you couldn't remember what it was. You groaned and banged your head on the keyboard a couple times. When you looked at the screen, it looked something like this:
hjhjjkhgfdgvhjnkhghghujjkijhyug (actually typed by my head. It's actually rather fun)
Well that wasn't much help.
"Why can't I flipping write!!!!!!!" You shouted at your computer. As you were growling at the screen, the door opened behind you and someone walked in.
"______....?" You recognized Ludwig's voice and turned in your swivel chair.
"Hi, Luddy." You grinned up at him and he looked back disapprovingly.
"Two things. Don't. Call me that. An
I hate you. Say sorry and come homeWhy did you have to go and do that
Why would everyone ever be so stupid
After everything your father before him worked on
It's such a stupid decision
Why do you need more
Isn't what you have enough
You're so stupid
Don't you know what you have destroyed
Don't you know what you helped to create
Chaos and death
You helped start it
You helped start the war
Couldn't you see
Just a little
What that might do
You're so stupid
I hate you
I hate you
Don't you know how many
Deaths you helped create
Even of your own kin
I hate you
I wish you had never been born
You are so...
....I hate you....
There was all this hate
All this poison in the air
And that's what helped the war
There was to much hate
I guess... no one
Is all bad or all good
We all make mistakes
There is always something....
I guess... it might be ok
No matter how many deaths
You can always.....say sorry, I guess
No ones evil or bad
Just don't make some go
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desks
i don't think they liked the language i used
when i wrote how my heart was beating
like headboards against the walls of people fucking
at 3 am to the sounds of joy division
whenever you read me paintings at dawn.
they were going to send me to the counselor,
but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,
so they just let me go.
but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,
i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roof
and laughing when we argue about rimbaud
and sighing as we start to die.
ElenaElena followed me home
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
The Owl's RiddleYou come and ask me,
but you don't always understand my answers.
You meet me in the night,
but I'm not a bird of darkness.
Venom QuillVenom Quill 9/26/14
I'll tattoo you with a poison quill
all the venom I will spill
So all the misery you imbued
will permanently stick to you.
I cannot find any time
when you did not feed me lines.
So I will etch on you all the
pain inside my skin
until the message sinks right in.
WineHead on a patisserie table
with a wine-scented napkin
that I scrawled your name all over
in the hopes it might necromance
or just romance you
to this place, at this time,
so we could be together again
and although the guitarist knows
that I'm broken beyond blue
I keep reaching for the bottle
in the hopes it might recreate
or just replicate
short history of the universe(what it's like is anne sexton quoting van gogh about sometimes having a terrible need for religion)
A lake slams into a bus and a city is unborn.
Enter an ocean of fog and then desert after desert stacked above the hills.
Then you get drunk as fuck near the tumbling skyline,
and this god damned room burns like prayer in your chest.
Then many missing scientists reappear in your brittle beach,
and your satellites in relapse all bending,
and what it's like is some kind of disaster, honestly;
the arms and the aerosol and the linen and the light.
And the rumble forwarding the sovereign wreck saying
survive yourself like you've survived me;
saying the game-changing theory was that everything is always moving,
and same for the carousal shadow bleeding through the mountain in your dream,
same for your silence and the sudden red rain of witnesses.
And then what unconquerable continents,
what strange forecast occupied via gate via wind and wave-
multitudes of sick yellow branch
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,
or to have myself cradled
in the curve of a throat,
but to be broken,
to be diminished
by your lack of affection
& over indulgence of sexualization.
uneducated in your intent,
found myself left entirely whole
& incapable of the fury
i had sought to sow between the
ridges of my aching ribs.
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echo
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
furious with her insistence,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
a sneeze; i never have done well
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
& i am sorely tempted
i am not for the soil.
she becomes my inhale;
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i r