In Preparation for the Great Robot WarsThe sun which glints off steel and chrome
Refracted by the superdome
Constricts the pupils of professor
Who teaches bolts and volts and ohm
Through their masks the students wonder
of grassy knolls, ravines asunder
Geology’s of no import
While skies are loud with robot thunder
Gerund and interabang?
Of utile ore there lies the gangue
We learn the language of the drill
and iron claw with copper tang
We train our students by the score
to make scrap of the auto-corps
and extirpate our android fate
In measures for the robot war
A Poem Anent EvilTo balance such dissymmetry
Was fated here soliloquy
(as pigeon is by name a dove,
and philters that by altar wine )
His mingling with this verse, thereof
Makes dissonant polyphony.
Love-pinkened cheek and petal’d prose
(chemical by Bodenstein)
By bloom-robbed breast Hegemone’s
O, mercy for the compass rose !
For East of Here lies Valentine.
Shattered Stories: Lovesick On that fateful night, Fitzwilliam donned his hat of tinfoil, which threw a becoming shadow over his mild features; fixed it at a rakish angle, and stepped outside. Wheatley, the butler, opened a Chinese umbrella to shelter his master, though it was not raining. The waning sun, which stained the landscape port wine, was still quite in danger of ruining Fitzwilliam’s peaches-and-cream complexion. Fitzwilliam was led to his stallion by the butler, all parties presently looking blue as bottles cast beneath the tinted light of the parasol. Wheatley mounted the saddle with style and offered his unemployed hand to Fitzwilliam. The smartly-dressed youth squirmed his way up the horse’s great side, struggling not to get the horse’s horsiness all over his dinner jacket. Nothing spoiled a party quite like the perfume of topical flea medicine layered with laudanum, of which the latter Fitzwilliam dabbed behind his ears for special occasions.
As the noble
Ann Won't EatEmbracing your cello, you take up less space
Than the hollow-boned spruce, bow firm and melodic,
Your hair falling out
All over the strings.
Happy concertos hang on the rafters
Just as you yearned for yourself
A less-permanent proxy for you;
Watching and smiling,
The wooden beams modelling
What we pine for, and though you decline
A ticket to the theater,
Maybe it's possible you can
Find laughter here on the ground-
Because it's funny, like we say all the time
We can't even feed ourselves
How were you supposed to feed the baby?
And maybe it was rape,
But how pure were you to begin with?
You still love him, and
You can't undo that like
He undid you.
It's becoming clearer to me these days
That I won't see you again
Just as I said
Though you didn't really believe that,
It hurts when you're wrong.
So carve your arm up, I love you,
I dare you.
And callous your
Because maybe it's not so flawed
Because wrong can be measured in degrees
Like the cold of your
Winter SweetEyes aglaze; digits icing over
With death in the periphery
An avalanche of downy notes
Flutter by on paper motes
We make snow angels in the dusk
And cake ourselves with frosting coats
AnorexiaOpaque as ocean
Heavy as feather-
Tied to the tether.
Veins that chain
Rip at the wrist!
Bones that bind
Fingers in fist.
For what I can't be-
A soul that can love
What eyes cannot see!
Beast in the KingdomMy watch, a testament to Time, ticks tenaciously. The delicate click of teeth meeting tooth; the beat of a miniature heart. A resonance I recognize from elsewhere-
The mouse lay shivering in the warmth of my palm
The miniscule vessels, chambers, and veins; struggling to pump the precious fluid that slows with every life-shattering breath.
Yes, it is-undoubtedly-the insignificant vibrations of the mouse's beating heart that sound so alike to the timepiece that touches my very veins- both ticking down the time they have left; becoming unwound.
Finding"I wanted nothing more than to grab the envelope and tear it open violently. Nothing has been more excruciating, in my sixty-odd years of existence, than watching Irene unhurriedly study the translucent cerulean envelope, black ink penetrating the waxy paper in places, adorned with stamps of faces marred by the Postal Service. Upon opening the letter, we understand we'd been nothing more than naïve children. We were pawns, utterly disposable."
Helena"I used to wonder, with childlike curiosity, if her hair burned her ears and neck if it were to go unwashed too long. Only on Sunday night, when she bathed, I was convinced the fire was quenched. When she thought no-one was looking, she'd pull out her tortoiseshell hairpins and let her auburn hair flicker in the dimming summer light; we watched, fascinated, through the age-warped windowpanes as they silhouetted a widow aflame."
you're amazing! | nishinoya yuu
“I forgot what's it called,” Nishinoya mumbles as he ties the braclet around your wrist. You watch him silently as you sat down on the hard cement floor, your legs crossed. The boy upon you was struggling to tie the bracelet, and even though you offered your help, he shook his head and refused, and told you that it was his gift to you. Therefore, he was going to be the one to tie it. You weren't really sure why he was giving you a present, or what you did to receive a present, but you only kept quiet. “I think it was a promise bracelet or something. Friendship bracelet? Heh. I don't know.” He says, laughing a bit.
“Oh.” After a few knots here and there, Nishinoya finally finished tying the bracelet around your wrist. You brought it near to your face, turning it around to observe it. He must have been very proud of himself considering the smile on his face wouldn't go away. Then again, Nishinoya was always energetic and smil
Memory Remember that day we sat in the open field? No? Well I must have been alone, thinking of you. I remember your presence there. The field went on for miles and miles, becoming a blur of brown, sienna, yellow ochre. When I stared at it for too long, I lost my balance in the waving grasses. I had to find the tree to right myself again. One lone stubby tree in a million miles of dreaming field.
I remember the light coming from the left somewhere, because it struck the tree in a most magnificent manner. Its shadow stretched long and thin, finally fading into blurry little fingers. I don’t know the brand of tree it was, it was unfamiliar to me. Short, stubby, gnarly trunked, with large bushy leaves over little pods. Well actually, the pods and everything else must have been bigger than I remember. I was a very long way from the tree.
The sky was malevolent blue that day, with long rust-and- grey clouds sweeping sideways across it. A thin strip of pink on the horizon ga
Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)It was amazing really, feeling close to him like you did. He was becoming a best friend to you and that was something you needed. What you didn’t need was to fall for him; a guy that you knew you couldn’t have. It wasn’t because you were insecure or having a lack of self-confidence, it was more along the lines of the fact that he was interested in your best girlfriend.
You couldn’t help but squirm when his lovely eyes left you for her as she came to sit down at the table. Couldn’t help but become sad when he would hug her and not you. You would never tell him though; especially how much you liked him and enjoyed the fact that he made you smile.
He wasn’t yours, no matter what you did: wear the prettiest clothes, the nicest makeup- it was all for him, but when she was around you were just another shadow. He still spoke to you, but his attention was on her, eyes watching to see if she enjoyed his jokes. Each time she mentioned a type of guy she was in
Bys: Gawk“That was a nice dip!” Lucy gushed as she walked barefoot out of the guild pool’s changing rooms for the ladies. Levy couldn’t have agreed more as she followed Lucy, Erza, Juvia and Cana down the hallway that separated the men’s changing rooms from the women’s before entering the pool area. It is the middle of summer which means blistering heat is everywhere. More shaved ice, almost frozen drinks and water is consumed to the point of inhalation.
Happy to have the sweat and grime washed away from her skin, Levy pressed the fluff of her damp towel against her cheek.
“Ladies,” greeted a deep, amused voice to their left. All the girls chimed a hello to Pantherlilly as he jogged by them with a towel and some hair ties in his arms. Since she is in the back of the pack, Levy glanced over her shoulder to smile at the Exceed.
Standing in the doorway of the men’s side stood an almost naked Gajeel. An innocent white towel hung lim
heavy chest. dying treasure.I found the place where she died the first time (they say we all die twice).
There were no ropes or razors or jewels of blood but I know she died there, because the apples were all mourning. I went to gather her belongings from the house and everything looked so normal at first. I don’t know what I expected. Suicide notes scrawled on the walls despite them saying she hadn’t left any, cracked light bulbs; the glass shattered like her heart, split-seamed cushions to match her broken veins, pools of tears in the ashtrays? I didn’t know this was what I expected until I noticed their glaring absence. My god someone had even bleached the toilet recently. Was it her? Did she look at the bleach and consider drinking it? I wanted to tell myself there was a smell of despair. That I found a single strand of her hair and cried over it. That the cushions still had the imprints of her elbows in them and the saucepan handles were still warm from her touch. But there was no sign of h
The First FeedingYou're going to burst.
Seated in the kitchen chair, hands tied tightly behind your back, you have no power to resist as I continued to shovel food down your mouth. You tried simply saying, "no!". You tried to closed your lips and turn your head away. Even resorted to straining against the ropes that bound your hands. In the end, you realised there was no escape. You were left with no choice to sit there like a good little piggy and eat.
It started with pizza, which has always been your favourite. One, two, three boxes down, and your belly was already beginning to strain against your work shirt. Swelling out, it pushed against your shirt buttons, showing slivers of skin in the thin gaps between.I couldn't wait to see those buttons pop.
You thought we were done with pizza. I scoffed at this. Next came the cheeseburgers, which I fed you slowly. I knew you loved them, and wanted you to enjoy them. The strong, meaty flavour, drowned in all that melted cheese and tangy sauce. A few crumbs cl
Georgia, 1946"Damp night air and hot summer fear. Looking through the crosshairs while my face caught fire. Flex, shudder, pull, fall. Dust, moonlight, blood. The walk home though the long grass is unbearably uneventful. No serpent to bite or scorpion to sting. Just guilt, silence, dread. Hiss, hiss, the grass screams and clings to your ankles."