Could've Been Solved FasterThose hundreds of poems,
Millions of syllables,
Billions of characters,
And trillions of words are now shredded,
Because of your forgiveness.
And for that,
I thank you,
Since I wouldn't have to read every piece to you with the challenge of not breaking down.
LiteratureI don't understand how come I still feel surprised every time I hear the syllables spill out of your mouth;
Four individual letters forming into a singular noun,
Half being consonants whilst the latter are vowels.
I can't figure out why it isn't that hard to spell out 'love' to you anymore,
Almost as though it's carved into my throat & tongue,
Similar as to how your name was written across my left wrist.
Perhaps my mind can't adapt to when you use a language both you & I understand,
The fact that your voice can sound so different when cloaked with a culture
Or how come you can say such emotional verses that counter my own.
I haven't drenched myself in the thought of you refering to me as a form of English yet
The way that you ever so calmly stretch the characters
How you treat it as a common word.
Hopefully I'll learn to react to being called 'baby' by you once I get past extended language arts.
Let's Flutter Away Like MothsMaybe heaven could be ever so kind to let us in,
The golden gates hovering over clouds under our bare feet;
That gleam in your eyes melding with the ambience around us.
Perhaps God could be forgiving for my sins & your mistakes
Rings of brass straddled around our foreheads & a collection of feathers as our gift,
And eternal peace crafted with joy the king bed we lie in.
With our freedom & white linen draped over us in a divine sense,
We could become like dandelions, scattering across Earth with nothing to lose,
No chains or rules to be restricted by.
But of course, with our wings & purity, we could just flutter away like moths
Never to return home
Though with our fingers interlocked & my head rested on your shoulder
Perfectly timed to watch the sun skinny dip into the Atlantic.
The Ruinswalk with me in this crumbling chapel,
gold & stone lining every crevice,
as beams of sunlight illuminate the space.
the sound of our bare feet pressing against the floor fill the room;
emptiness flooding a place where sacrifice shall be made, no matter what the cost-
still, i wish to stay here until the moon flutters away with you.
and is it against your religion to trespass here?
to trek through this place with nothing but linen coating your skin?
would god dislike the fact that we sit & laugh where blood was spilled for idols to indulge in?
but this is freedom,
to no longer be restrained by common practice,
by what everyone else defines as 'normal'.
and if i take your hand,
would you teach me how to stop collapsing like the very structure we lay under?
Possessionsno matter how jokingly of a tone you could say
"i own you",
i will always take it seriously,
since you stole the words & ideas out of my mouth.
That Unfortunate Day In Octoberwhen i saw you
i mistook your face for a glimpse of heaven up above,
as an angel casually roaming this earth because he got cast away like the master of sin;
except you just happened to fall down the rabbit hole on pure accident.
and when you saw me
you thought i was about to kill myself
you thought i was going to end what my mother begun,
let it pour down the drain of wasted life.
but i don't blame you for your assumptions
since i'd given up on clinging onto someone for all eternity;
stopped loving a mortal like something i treasured as a worldly possession.
except the tables were turned,
since i didn't own you,
you took over me.
here comes the truth“Every day, I would try to make you happy, but then you’d just scratch me.”
I don’t even know how we’d get this far,
How come we’re talking about the past,
But since I want him to know,
“I wrote hundreds of poems saying ‘I’m sorry’.”
And then he breaks the silence,
“Well then, if there’s a hundred poems saying you’re sorry,
As he says those exact words,
Silent tears fail to roll down my cheeks as I whisper thank you.
Explanationsthe reason why i didn’t hug you tightly was because i was weak,
i lost my grip,
and i couldn’t bear the feeling of losing you,
not after what we’ve been through.
the reason why i didn’t make a choice when we all separated was because i didn’t want to seem dead to them,
yet i didn’t want to seem a traitor to you.
and the reason why i called you so late into the summer was because i didn’t want to have to start all over again & to have you try to remember who i am.
There Shall Be Boundaries No Longeri don't know what this love is called,
but it would be considered tainted at the seams.
but the way we look at it,
it's the same way everybody else loves;
the exact replica of normal,
masculine & feminine intertwined to create harmony
holding hands in a summer glaze whilst guns blaze on in the background,
creating an unusual silence as we both remember that desires cannot be fulfilled with his beliefs in our way.
Uncle Charlie's Got the Rots AgainUncle Charlies got the rots again, down with the disease again. They may have to take the other leg this time, at least the foot. He just lays there in bed most of the time, staring out at something only he sees. Grandma Carol tries not to cry when she goes in to tend to him, but he must hear her all the way from the kitchen as she sits there crying over the potatoes. Slice, slice, slice; a little more gone each time. I sit on the porch and think how we all die like that; piece by piece as the good things turn rancid and are cut away. I wonder if Uncle Charlie sees Aunt Martha, seven years gone now. I kind of bet he does.
Playing the Innocent (a tickle story)Please Note: This is my first story on dA, and it also contains tickling and bondage so if you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read it. Thank you!
Playing the Innocent
Her muffled, melodic laughter could just be heard as I stepped through the doorway.
Before me I saw a gorgeous blonde lying on the bed at the far end of the room, thrashing her head, pulling at her wrist restraints at the headboard and trying to kick her legs to break free of her ankle restraints.
I saw my colleague, Jamie, tickling her upper body quite frantically, and I saw him flitting his fingers around the girl's belly button, then he glided up her stomach and then he parted his hands to tickle both of her sides, and she was writhing ferociously.
I smiled and walked towards her, and she briefly turned her head as she heard my footsteps on the cold, concrete floor, but she quickly turned away again to resume her struggle.
I walked over to her bedside by her head and l
afternoon tea"Oh, I wish I were thinner."
"You're thin enough already."
"Don't say that! I mean, look at me!"
"You look slimmer than I do."
"Ugh, just a few pounds, that's all I'm asking."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"No, I'm serious. I'd do anything to lose all of this."
"…would you really?"
"Duh. Maybe I should just stop eating. I don't think it would be that difficult."
"Don't do that."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, that. Ha, ha! You can't think I was serious—"
"It's not fun."
"First your hair falls out. Then your skin turns yellow. And then you can't keep your balance on a perfectly level sidewalk."
"Yeah, okay, I get it—"
"Then your collarbones appear. And your ribs. You'll hide from your sister when you change so she doesn't ask questions about the space that's appeared between your thighs."
"Hey, what are you even talking about?"
"And then you lose your period. And your ability
A Blanket Statement -Toon-It was a cold autumn evening. If not for the science expo in town, Snapdragon wouldn't have ever ventured outside. His teeth chattered as he wrapped his tail around himself in a futile attempt to warm himself.
Snapdragon was a dark green alligator (or was he a crocodile? Even HE was never sure) with a light green underbelly that extended along his arms and legs. His snout was elongated, and his back bore two vertical columns of slightly longer, black scales. Most distinguishing was his scaly hide, which was incredibly coarse front and back; his scales were so rough they could be used to sand wood.
I'm so COLD! I'd better find some extra insulation before I retire to my hotel room.
Glancing up, Snapdragon noticed that he was passing by the expo grounds. Despite the expo not opening until the next day, he could see that one of the exhibits was open. The words "BLANKET MAKER" graced the top of a large, cubical thing the size of
Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-The alleyway was quiet, save for the hum of a few air conditioners. A black-and-white kitten by the name of Color wandered by himself along the alley; he'd never been to this alley before, and wanted to do some exploring. Occasionally he would pause and peek into a trash can in search of something shiny, but for some reason all the trash was dull and boring today.
As he passed by the back door of one building in particular, a scent coming from it made him stop in his tracks.
Color's nose hadn't betrayed him. That building was a bakery, the newly opened Sprocket Bros. Bakery to be more precise, and someone was baking cookies inside.
Discreetly the kitten pushed the door open, glancing back and forth. He'd definitely entered the kitchen, and it appeared to be vacant, not a butcher or baker or candlestick maker in sight. The scent of cookies was still strong, though.
Surely no one would notice if I pinched just one cookie. Maybe tw
It's CHRISSMSMHPPPHHHHH - part 1Robber Baby
Robber Baby, pull that rope around the arms Of me.
been an awful good girl, Robber baby,
so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber baby, Please use the scarf near you,
It’ll keep me nice and quiet, that’s true,
Robber baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Think of all the jewels you’ll find,
Think of the helpless girl you’ll have to bind,
Next year I can look just as good,
But I want you to come in and be so kind,
Robber baby, I wanna feel,
the tape from the red roll you peel,
Been an angel all year,
Robber baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber honey, there's something you need to stuff,
Into my little mouth,
Robber honey, so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber cutie, and pull the rope tight around my knees,
And pull my ankles right back,
Robber cutie, and hurry through the window tonight.
Come and tie me on the bed
Wrap one more big scarf around my head,
I really do want you to,