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
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll do
when the first fistful
of dirt hits the bottom.
Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.
Or maybe I’ll pray
for a zombie apocalypse,
so we can dine on each
other’s brains one more time.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flame
And eagles, turning, turn to fire
Ash cold, alone I lie
And think of you.
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the Knight
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
and when we kiss,
he says it
leaves him breathless,
is just two awkward kids
reminding each other to breathe,
that's all you need.
A Somber NightA Somber Night 1/1/07
The times we spent together weigh
heavily on my mind.
Red was your flowing dress
on our second date.
Yellow, the tulips I gave
you on our six month anniversary.
Our life before the incident is a blur.
Green was the grass we laid in
as we gazed at the brilliant stars all night.
What are you thinking now?
Are you thinking at all?
We were as one, our bodies intertwined.
Remember how we would interpret
the shining ones as our imaginations wandered?
I stayed up all night when you got sick.
When I view the stars now...
I die a little inside.
Black is the color I wear.
Blue is the feeling I am fighting.
You were the one I wanted to
drink coffee with every morning.
You left without explanation.
You left too soon.
Orange shined down on your tousled
hair at dawn - the waves remind of pain.
Yellow is the sunrise we can't share anymore.
I envision your last breath.
Anger engulfs my eyes with
The Silver stars never lie,
their light continues to shine,
You can't have it allbut you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a broken
fire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keys
swinging from your hip with each stride.
You can have the tactility of leather and the graze of
bathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower pelting
bullets and when the water cuts off
you can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,
though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’s
wallet full of pictures of smiling children until you
return it to find that the couple is barren.
You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,
faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheets
in the sun, silhouettes but no details,
never revealing anything more than a fringe of hair
and frayed laces tripping over themselves.
You can drop obscenities like bombs until
they don’t mean anything anymore. You can pull out the Monopoly board
that broke your family. You can’t put it back together,
but you can pretend the thimble is your mother and the
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.(i know you're there before you do.)
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
(-- closer, find syllables strewn
in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-
ful of careless farewells, spin and sway
and beg you stay.)
time enough for a kiss-
and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltz
to the dissonance of crystal-shatter odes
to the summerlong i knew you --
we were(n't) meant for more than this.
morning goes right through you,
and breathes a thousand fortunes in-
to shards of (our) stranger starfall.