I spent a lifetime
Once, trying to love you right
Didn't work, sorry
SunrisesI want to fall asleep with you
and run my hand up and down your spine
counting the ridges as I go
I want to feel your breath on mine
from shallow to deep with aching sleep
and barely brushing my eyelashes
I want to place my hand on your hip
and run my thumb over it, softly
just to watch your eyes flutter
I want to push your hair out of my face
when you turn and nudge into my neck
and your nose presses to my cheek
I want to fall in love with you
as the sun rises early morning
and casts an orange glow around the room
UntitledI am the wind howling in the eaves
pacing the trails of your dragging knees
I watch as you mourn, gaze as
your darkened eyes hollow out
little by little, day by day
You do not see me and I, not you
I gather the clues you leave behind
I piece them together in my mind
with the string unraveled from your guise
But when I find you, when I see you
I do not expect your forlorn figure, lined
in moonlight, crumpled between
I acknowledge you will have faded
your drawling footsteps will have ended there
And I may whistle around the spot you have been
but I will not see you; you have not lived
So close and
I'm so very different than you
I cannot win you dearly pallid
Ivory sullen and ghastly
Face sunken in your love in me
Your cheekbones are visibly silver
I only wish
I could lose you
My transparency child
BlackYour fingers drape on porcelain skin
They blind me in the blacklight
Ebony and pale and all inbetween
Who could love another but you?
For you are the one of the eclipse
UV rays on sunlit days
The satellite to my star
And D, all of the above
I only wish
I could hold you
A Cliche Killjoy FanFic Chapter 2ZERO HERO'S P.O.V.
Done and done, I thought as I strolled out of the back door to the BL/ind hospital, pushing a cart of oxygen tanks in front of me. I was a drac, nobody cared. I grinned under my drac mask as I loaded the oxygen tanks, one by one, into the back of the car. Thirty tanks were loaded, and Neg and I were ready to go. I pushed the cart away from me, and climbed in the front seat.
It took my a second to realize there was no Negative Grenade. "Negative?!" I called frantically, twisting around in my seat. "Neegaative?" There was no answer, of course, just an eerie silence and an empty space where Negative should have been. "Negative, don't kid!" Stumbling out of my car, I saw there was a troupe of draculoids heading towards me. By now I had taken off my mask. There was nowhere to hide.
Instead, I jumped back in the car and pressed. It sped forward; this was my only desperate attempt to get away. The bulle
A Cliche Killjoy FanFic Chapter 1ZERO HERO'S P.O.V.
It's almost been a year out here in the desert. A year since I pulled the IV line out of Negative Grenade and wheeled his gurney out of the hospital, boxes and boxes of medication beside him. A year since the second trip back to retrieve the carts of oxygen tanks needed for Neg's survival. Two years since Neg himself was diagnosed with lung cancer - the specific name unknown.
Neg and I haven't even met the Fabulous Killjoys yet. At least, not the main four. We've definitely met several out here in the zones, people like House Rules and Atomic Nucleus(she really liked science, by the way). Mostly I've been keeping myself away from them, though, hiding myself and Negative Grenade in an abandoned shed along the road. We meet the 'Joys to stock up on food and catch up on news around the zones. But still, most of our information comes from Dr. Death Defying's radio station.
Today was oxygen day
My First KissWalked right into the room
and saw her standing there.
Her face filled with gloom,
touching her lovely hair.
Not wanting to be distant,
I asked if she was fine
and right there, in an instant,
she put her lips on mine.
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB Community
I don't know what to say, or how to put it.
But the statement above holds powerful meaning.
A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.
And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.
Then take it from the boy,
who felt love for males, but at the same time,
felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.
Or take it from the girl,
who loved the touch of her same sex,
but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.
And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”
who are shunned or looked down upon,
by those they believed they could rely on.
And those who raise an eyebrow, who are against
LGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,
who practically scream “get away from me”.
So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?
Does their sexual preface offend you that much,
to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.
If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
Golden AfternoonI long to go back to the days
When all was not stained these muted grays,
But shaded hues of golden afternoon;
I feel like everything ended too soon...
Wishing I could return to the place
Where you always had a smiling face,
With fallen leaves stuck in our hair,
And dirt that seemed to cling everywhere...
Leaving trails through the empty forest wood,
Racing to catch up, if only I could...
Lost out in the middle of nowhere,
When my heart is gone, you can find it there...
Everything was shiny and gold,
Never thinking that we would grow old,
I'd take a nap and dream of bees,
Lurking there, safari through the trees...
The jungle cat would lie in the shade,
Watching, as my dreams slowly fade...
This place only exists within my memory,
Yet no one can wake me from this reverie...
It's my sacred secret place,
Where I vanish, without a trace...
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck
[A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.]
Every single fucking day.
You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it