the title leaned forward, off the cliff and-i did the same thing
a month ago
(or was it a few weeks?)
and now i step into the three foot mark of the public swimming pool,
strangled against chlorine as the water envelops around my pores-
"that’s cliché, sweetie; nobody cares about the girl who drowned in her own backyard."
taking a break from my gothic revolution,
i slip into a world of poetry and soft,
(somewhat) gritty silk posing as music;
death is nothing but a form of art,
as is life;
but we all love it
"applaud, dearie, the show’s almost over."
tell me how the world’s doing.
i’ve isolated myself from whatever form of humanity we have left.
has never tasted so
has never tasted so
when tossed into the chasm
when tossed into the chasm
i n s a n i t y;
o p u l e n c e;
a pleasure unlike anything you've ever seen-
a disatisfaction unlike anything you've ever seen-
trickery and treason is a path only the most evil shalt tread;
but it can feel ever so h-u-m-a-n,
the way in which we are all monsters,
no matter what path we choose.
we lived fast-
all with a summer blaze,
wasting life away with fields of grass
and streams of melted popsicles
running down my arms.
i wrote fallacies on her arms and wrists,
smiling as she desired to return the favor;
letting me use your pen is far enough.”
and so i ran outside, in the sweltering heat,
purple markings integrated with vividly crafted designs,
and everyone stared when they saw me;
i was pure,
cleansed of tattoos and alcohol;
of other’s dna engraved upon my tongue-
was i slowly becoming a martyr?
he grabbed me by the shoulders on a variety of different occasions;
but no matter what, he really cared.
he still does.
there was a performance by the popular cheerleaders nearing the end of school-
it was spewing heat and we’d already used up the sweets that we got from our teachers.
none of us could see because the sun was so bright
and there were two many fourth grade
Circle of Lifethe sun's limping over to the ocean, kissing her goodnight;
whispering 'i love you'
like he's going to lose her,
and he's right-
she's leaving him.
he shuts his eyes,
his hands caught around her frail phalanges;
and she stares up at the stars
is this the right choice?
could we go another day?
and with the tides, she pulls away-
i'm heading for the moon and the comets above;
tell me that you'll be okay,
please tell me that you'll last;
and i'm sorry.
the sky's a darker place,
but you make it feel like it's just beginning to blossom
like a groupie's eyes when she sees her favorite band member;
and there's something dauntingly,
about how venus pouts at me in d i s g u s t,
blending with the masquerade of clouds and
moons that she boasts about all the time.
nearly tumbling down the stairs,
i form an awkward smile;
i swear, i won't waste rose petals on that stupid game again.
Snowshoveleryou showed me white lights;
a symbol of divinity woven within temptation's soul;
and i will continue to search for it again,
in an attempt to escape these chains of rock & roll, even though the taste of defiance is delightful to the tongue.
you showed me freedom buried beneath profanity & snow-
italic beauty masked behind the difficulty of
acknowledging linguistics among faith,
strands of gold spooling in your palm even though i told you i don't want anything of monetary value.
you showed me how to dig up diamonds from soil plagued with the atmosphere of french catacombs;
"pretty baby, life isn't that hard,"
explosions in movies & sex on television try to show the youth that everything will be okay
but the meteor's already in range of earth.
i showed you that i cared,
that i believed that you could tell the sun to make summertime last forever;
everything is good when there's a band of gold nibbling at our fingers,
but one of us has to die first.
life's too short
Dulceti have recently failed to conduct a masterpiece, etched in the snow;
there's a strangling sensation inside my bones,
trying to kill me, for all i know-
and i wouldn't blame my body for shutting down.
lying on my couch with wires laced around every crevice of my skin,
the reddest creases you'd ever lay eyes upon form around my waist,
rolling up, higher & higher,
my neck looks like someone tried to suppress my life & quite frankly, it's disgusting.
standing in front of the mirror, i throw my hair behind my shoulders-
"you look pretty. i don't know what you're talking about."
and i pucker my lips, attempting to make them look like lana's,
but i guess i'll have to make do with what i have.
i whisper 'mr. sandman' as i bounce about the kitchen, tossing potato chips into my mouth,
pondering what i'll write about next, what insane predicaments i'll put us in
and whether i'll survive (or not).
hovering over the sink, i struggle to keep everything in;
i really nee
Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [3/10]
RULE NUMBER THREE:
"[Name]-chan, please calm down," he said to the little girl who held his hand and jumped excitedly beside him.
She giggled, untangling her small hands from his grip. "Hey! Where are we going, Tetsu-nii?"
"We're going to see my team-- [Name]-chan, don't climb that bench, please."
"You're going to get hurt. Get down now."
"Aw! You're no fun, Tetsu-nii!" she whined, climbing down from the park bench.
Kuroko sighed, holding out his hand for the sulking five year old to take, but she shook her head at him. Oh, man. Now he upset her, and didn't even know what to do. Get vanilla milkshakes together? No. He had to get to the school gymnasium for practice as soon as possible so he didn't have any time to waste. Okay, maybe he had a little time to waste. For his [Name]-chan.
"Did you want strawberry milk?" he asked, crouching down in front of her and pointing in the direction of a vending machine as they got on school grounds.
The Little Time TravellerIt all begins with a cardboard box; a simple cardboard box. There was nothing special about this brown box with its array of colored lines swirling in no particular direction across the sides; just a canvas for a little boy’s marker collection. In his arms he held Teddy, his protector from the evils in their adventures. Lively blue eyes – filled with a child’s wonder – glanced at his fuzzy friend, a big grin plastered on the young boy’s face.
“That oughta do it,” he said with a nod of his head.
Gathering himself up, he set Teddy down in a chair and made his way to his closet. While sifting through the shirts and trousers, he found his travel attire and presented it to Teddy; a brown newsboy cap, pants, and shoes with a plaid bowtie and suspenders. He also found Teddy’s matching plaid bowtie and a green tweed travelling jacket. Together, they got dressed and assessed their appearance in the mirror.
“We look good, Teddy. Good enough f
Not Full EnoughFull. Oh, so full. So completely overstuffed with pies, cakes, cookies, and ice cream. There's no room left, your stomach is so horribly packed tight you're surprised the skin hasn't torn. It itches, though, as if it's stretched to the limit. Maybe it is. The colossal balloon sticking out as much sideways as it bows out forwards. Pushing away from your pudgy body as though wanting to avoid another feast. Just like you do. And you would, too, if you could move anything but your mouth.
You aren't strapped to the leather arm chair, but you may as well be. Leaning back into the cushions, you're pinned under the hefty weight of your belly. After a whole day of endlessly shoving in dessert after cruelly delicious dessert, you're so engorged even breathing is difficult. Heaving that boulder up and down with every breath. It tires you out, so you quickly realise moving is impossible. At least not without help.
But he won't help you. The man in the kitchen, who currently cooks yet more food for
Ultimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth Control
"Sir it seems that our planning for this day was successful. We have identified enough candidates to save the nation."
"Thank you general. Now let's just hope we gain an advantage if China and India misunderstood the recent events."
Mindy had just come home from school and walked in the door with her focus being on her cellphone completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Mindy was really the typical high school student. She did decently in school have a boyfriend and was in the prime of her beauty. She wasn't a bombshell but wasn't far away from being considered one. Her c cup breasts and bubble butt gave her a very sensual look. This was topped off by rich brown hair that she seemed to be able to put into any style.
She looked up for a moment to see her mom standing in the kitchen waiting for her. Mindy had a wonderful relationship with her mom because she was lax and reall
Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [2/10]
RULE NUMBER TWO:
One would think Kuroko learned his lesson—but he didn't. [Name] was always running away or going all crazy-hyper on him. He wasn't doubting the little girl's love for her "Tetsu-nii", but he was certainly doubting if she actually enjoyed hanging out with him. Okay, maybe he was pretty boring, but he actually let her have some candy whenever she wanted (which was a really serious luxury for the five year old).
And, that's exactly what he did.
He was now carrying the little girl over his shoulder and patting her back. "[Name]-chan, I'll buy you ice-cream if you would please stop moving around," he said.
"But I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, Tetsu-nii!"
The blue haired high schooler found himself laughing at her cute proclamation. She was a ball of unexplainable energy and it always made Kuroko's heart clench, in a good kind of way. [Name] continued squirming around in his tight hold and flailing her arms around, hitting his back a few times on
Getting in Shape - TG, Preg "Hey, Nick! Where's the peanut butter?!" Milton called from the kitchen. He'd only been in the house for a couple of days and hadn't figured out all the little places that Nick kept his snack foods. As he turned again, the knife slipped out of his hand and fell clattering to the floor. Bending down to get it, he was reminded of the roll of fat around his mid-section. He didn't feel out of shape, but he didn't look in shape either. It was probably just another one of the many reasons Katherine had dumped him.
Straightening up with a sigh, he shook his head at the thought. Katherine was the past, and he had to move on. Maybe if he worked out a little, he could shape up and get a new girlfriend; a better one. But right now he wanted a peanut butter and salsa sandwich to wake him up and clear his sinuses.