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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
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
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