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Happy Father's DayI'll never tell you he was a monster
He was just a man
Who could fault him for that
He was never made to love
And he was never made to live long
Existing as an oppositional force
Pouring white salt on the wounds
And kicking dust in the eyes
Roaming late at night
And twisting in and out of memories
An apparition of a godlike figure
The man behind the curtain
Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmares
Getting sucked under trains and leaving everything behind
Mothers, daughters, friends
Your absence is relief and pain in one breath
Happy Father's Day
LETTING GOThere's a lot of pain being wrapped up in you
It stings deep and boils inside my chest
I remember you in those moments before sleep
Dreaming there would be better days
And that those days would be full of you
Yours eyes said you dreamed the same
even if your smoky words wouldn't admit it
That closeness we shared, nose to nose
Isn't an everyday sort of thing
I won't say I'm obsessed, distressed
But I will say that I kinda loved you
And so I'll let you go
I WANT TO HELP MY BABYPurple and pink bows hanging on my lymph nodes
I try to blow my nose
And all that comes out are freshly ironed clothes
Hazy daisies singing out the maybe's
Listening to the couch sing hymns about Tracy
Yes I got a fast car
So get us out of here
You said you had a plan, but first you gotta
Deal with your old man.
You're drinking for two
And you've got nothing to lose
Nothing to prove
Shapes of my face show how long I'll live-ia
According to an old lady from Bolivia
Turn me around and take me down town
I'll teach you some more trivia
Just get me some more tea
THE SEAWe can twist in the sea
Salt and foam mixing in our fears
The sun licking off our tears
Just you and me
Sailing for hours forever
Building an empire of awkward glances
Some quiet romances
Or I could find you on the pier
Counting down the years
When you and I first met
In your arms
Warming my bones
This is my home
Memories as precious as a pearl
Your heartbeat the waves crashing
Give me a distance smile
Hand in mine and so many things to say
My brain giving way
I forget, fragments of moments I wanted gone
I'll weave them into a song
And if you put your ear to the shell
You can hear it
The SquidThere was once this giant squid that lived in an old lady's aquarium for four years. He was dead inside because he had dreamed of becoming an actor at the age of 3. He was four then and felt like since he missed his chance, he'd never act again. He'd swim around and cry all day and night and eat snails straight from the garden because he had really long tentacles.
LISTEN TO THIS, after he ate a bunch of the snails, the old lady had had enough of the carnage since she was a vegetarian and only ate grass. She threw the squid out and told him to get a job by Monday or she wouldn't take him back. Well, what was he supposed to do? So he did the only thing a squid can do in a tight pickle. He ate her alive. That is just nature. He ate her whole, too, with no breaks. He had had enough also. The only thing he didn't eat were her shining pearls her grand-nephew had gotten her for her two-hundred and thirty-fourth birthday.
The squid was a monster but he wasn't a monster. Eating some
TREASUREI am golden starlight trapped under the skin
Hovering around the corners of your eyes
Seen the sun shimmering by and by
Twisting around your spine
I love the sound
Tinkling shining flying
Whispers and laughter
Dusting the outsides
And sinking into
Deeper and darker
With visions of treasures
Hidden and curling like smoke
ZIONHeading toward Zion I saw a man
Scraggly and old
An apparition of strength
A ghost of his youth
He called me over to the side of the road
His breath smelled like honey and mold
Toothless grin, he said he had a cure
For dust covered lungs and fissured skulls
For hopeless dreams and hearts caked in doubt
I didn't believe the airy way he talked
Every word a whisper, and every syllable dark
But I listened because I was headed toward Zion
Toward home and toward promise
He gave me three wishes trapped in three goats
I had to lead them to pasture he said
So that they would grow
I took the task gladly, seeing as I was a shepherd
For his own flock
He was tired then and died then
I covered him in silk and put stones on his eyes
So that in case he did rise
He wouldn't see he wasn't there
I led the goats behind me
On back toward Zion
They could pasture there
And give me my three wishes
When they were ready of course
These things take time
ODE TO BREADMy dearest bread
Thou art my life
Without thee a tear I shed
And I surely live in strife
Thou art the wind beneath mine wings
Thou art the reason the caged bird sings
Soft edges and brown crust
For thee is truly whom I lust
And wouldst the holy firmament crack
If it was thee I did lack?
It is thee that keeps me whole
It is thee that I lay in my boot!
Bread! Thou art sweetest in a roll!
My love for thee, finest bread
Will stay with me until I am dead
Detective Le Cactus: IIDetective Le Cactus: II
There was an eerie feeling to the abandoned factory as Le Cactus pulled up in the cruiser, followed by the Grape squad in their wagon that was being pulled by Spinach.
Le Cactus looked over his sunglasses at the place, taking in the tulip-py aroma. "Let's do this " he whispered to no one in particular unless there was a ghost in the car and then it was to the ghost but since ghosts are usually invisible I'll say to no one in particular.
With the cruiser parked, Le Cactus slowly made his way toward the factory, followed by the Grape squad with weapons drawn as well. Spinach stayed by the cruiser in case back up was needed he could call for help on his plant cellphone.
Scanning the area, there was nothing seen but instead heard. Le Cactus heard a cruel laugh erupt from inside. Motioning for the Grape squad to hold position, Le Cactus crept closer, pressing himself against the wall by the opening.
"That dumb broad! Haha! The look on her face was pr
Happy Birthday John! (John x Reader)
“Wake up John~” You sang, jumping on his bed, shaking him awake. He groaned and slipped on his glasses.
“Good morning to you (y/n).” He yawned. You giggled and got close to his face. His face went red.
“Guess what today is?” You told him. He thought for a minute.
“I dunno, a day?” He asked. Ah, even so early in the morning, he was still sarcastic. You laughed and dragged him out of bed, laughing at his pajamas, which were currently ducks, and ran downstairs. He tried to keep up with you, and tried to look pessimistic about the whole ordeal, but ended up giving up, and a large smile was on his face by time you both got downstairs.
You stopped and turned around to face John, and pulled out a blindfold. Before he could object, you wrapped it around his head and made sure it was snug. You took his hand in yours and pulled him into the kitchen.
“I decided to make something for this special day~” You explained. “It took a whil
Mirror/rorriM [(2p)Italy x Reader]
(2p)Italy x Reader
MENTION OF BLOOD, YOU ARE WARNED
What if someone you cared about was fake? Would you still love them?
I was at my study. I had just finished my (writing/work) for the day, and could take a break for awhile. I look at the clock to see emerald green numbers saying 8:10. I sighed. I wasted the day looking at all my working, on the day that is suppose to mean relaxation, which was Saturday. I finally get up from my desk chair, then stretched out my tight muscles, I haven't been using for the past twelve hours. Suddenly, the house phone started to ring. I bolted towards my bedroom-which was across the hall- and picked up the phone.
"Hello," I asked, clearly showing I was tired.
"Hey bella! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight?" Italy cheered. I groaned for a second, while rubbing my neck.
"Well Feli, I'm sorry bu-" I started but
Prop hunt (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"No Evan! Noooooo! Evan you dick!" You said when one of your close friends blew you up with a rocket launcher.
"Whoops" Vanoss replied moving onto the next room to find the last remaining prop. You began spectating as MiniLaddd who was the last remaining prop alive.
"Mini where are you?" Wildcat asked keeping his gun raised encase Mini ran out in front of him.
"He's in my corpse! Get out of my ass Mini!" Delirious exclaimed laughing.
"Damn you Delirious!" Mini replied running for it only to get blown up by Nogla.
"Hahahaha!" Delirious laughed menacingly as the next round began. This time you were a hunter along with Lui, Mini and Delirious while Wildcat, Vanoss, Nogla and Basically we're props. Once the 24 seconds of blindness we're up you set off in search of the props.
"(Y/n)! Stop killing my brethren!!" Vanoss said when you started shooting oranges.
"So you're an orange eh?" Lui replied moving over to where you were.
"Nooooooo" Vanoss said innocently.
"Gotcha bitch!" Delirious
Seven Types of Readers I Hate.1. The Woman-Child.
How to spot them: This is pretty obvious by the name- they are the Reader that acts like a child, usually when they're supposed to be at least in their teens or sometimes even vague "young adult" age. They typically have a really child-like way of speaking, usually making up really lame insults that the male they're paired up with will chuckle indulgently at. They tend to whine like a child, pout, stick out their tongue to signify annoyance, and generally play up the "cutesy" factor for all it's worth. They also can't seem to go two minutes without giggling, yelling or crying- and if they do cry, it usually is to make the male character cave in and do whatever she wants, after which she will miraculously stop crying.
Why they are annoying: Look, I'm not saying there aren't childish people out there, or even simply people who have bouts of acting like a child...but this Reader basically shouldn't be allowed out on their own. They act in a manner that would be irritat
Templejack GiftA week after her whole escapade at the fair, Applejack made good on Rainbow’s promise to let her eat first when her meals were served. Being the gluttonous mini pony she was, she made every crumb count; stuffing herself with every last morsel she could fit in her stomach, or what was wholly available in excess, so the farmers wouldn’t recognize any weight loss with Rainbow Dash. The weight she had put on during the first week was more than she had ever put on during her time on the farm, but couldn’t compare to the lush fairgrounds she prowled, funneling every last bit of food down her maw and ballooning up phenomenally only to cause a dent in the riches the fair had to offer.
A couple months later, she hauled herself up to the trough, contending with her round portly stomach which extended to the size of a small fishbowl. Rounded and cushioned with the fat of many meals during the autumn it may have been, it fell short of the swollen wobbling orb she’d
Mouse And Brains Slip Up“I’m driving real careful, Brains,” Mouse said with childlike pride. “I ain’t run no red lights or stop signs neither.”
Mouse was hardly mousy in appearance, being tall and bulky, while his partner, Brains was much smaller all around. Perhaps it would help to imagine an elephant and a ferret with human features.
“You’re doing good, Mouse,” said Brains as his partner turned the van left after carefully checking for oncoming traffic, something he normally never bothered doing. “We don’t want the cops should take no interest in our cargo.”
“Mpfff,” said the cargo, who was lying in the back of the van, covered by a thin blanket. Her name, unfortunately, was Enid Grudgings. Mouse and Brains had her looped up in ropes all around her body, with a tape gag keeping her quiet. She squirmed, wondering what would happen next. Earlier she had been on her way to her awful job
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Die Probleme der NSA(Basierend auf einen wahren Artikel)
»Wir befinden uns heute in der Basis 51 irgendwo in Deutschland. Wo wir mit den deutschen Leiter der hieransässigen NSA reden Mister Ben Smith, dessen Namen wir aus Datenschutzgründen im Interview nicht nennen werden, stattdessen stellen wir ihn einfach als Mister Secret vor.
Herr Secret, vor welchen Herausforderungen wird die NSA gestellt?«
»Nun, als wir hier anfingen, wussten wir noch nicht wie viele Terroristen und Deutsche ihre Nachrichten codieren. Wir brauchen dafür extra ausgebildete Fachkräfte, die der amerikanischen Wirtschaft ein Vermögen kosten.«
»Können sie uns da einige Codierungen zeigen?«
»Natürlich. Hier sieh dir das an: „Bis später, Süße. LG“, wobei „LG“ für Lagerterroristenbombengarage steht.«
»Es könnte jedoch auch „liebe Grüße“ bedeuten.«
»Bist du etwa auch einer dieser H
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Dear Adventurer or To Skyrim with LoveDear Adventurer,
If you are reading this then that means you are alive unless you are a ghost and I assume that you are not unlike me in the ways of adventuring and taking spoils for yourself. You have come upon me at a most indecent time. For I am dead, or I believe I am by the time anyone reaches me. If you can save me, though, that would be most helpful to me. There is a lot of blood.
Anyhow, I am writing this to warn you of the trials ahead in this horrible dungeon. I understand that there is something of great value at the end but the path there will not be an easy one. For I know this myself as I tried to reach the end myself but then decided against it and tried to turn back.
That was my undoing or is my undoing. I'm not dead yet. Or am I? Well, if I am indecent when you arrive, will you at least make me presentable? I don't mean touch up my war paint or anything but you could wipe my mouth of any blood or vomit? I would greatly appreciate such a notion of camaraderie.
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