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
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
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
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,
exhausted and frightened to be held
in the hands of dreamers and liars
have the tendency
to let slip the things
That’s why we’re fleeting.
Why poets call us clouds
with no real direction.
we’re both running away
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats
I need a piece of that kitkat
I need a break
It's a mistake
To do things for to-do-them's sake
And I'd live life-
Husband or wife
With obligations and strife
So turn away
While you may
If there's nothing to make you stay
Bring your phone,
The comforts you've known
And go find a new home
A safe place
An empty space
Vacant of life's bitter distastes
And I'll find what I lacked
Roll the cross of my back
Fuck, I want a kitkat.
lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise
A pale, pretty face
Surrounded by sandy dunes
Real and wild like a typhoon
Watch her hair
Carelessly roll down her back
Watch her skin
Like marble that wouldn't crack
See the graphite
Rubbed on the side of her wrist
See the pencil
Held firmly in her closed fist
Watch her draw
And capture what's actually there
Watch her DA
and Tumblr, if you've time to spare
azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life.
I'd seduce your pages
Make their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
RazorMidnight's tawdry pulse
is feeble under my fingertips,
and her long black dress
feels like August
slipping through my fingers.
I like how her bones complain
that I misuse them,
tender to my touch,
and how her jaw arches back
and the moon arcs like a razor
across the room.
We flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies