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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
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
F.A.C.ExReader Randy Jackson!
You were bored so bored and didn't know what to do
You can't watch T.V. There was nothing interesting showing so you couldn't watch anything
You couldn't play any games because you felt like playing horror games but you knew you were gonna have nightmares and stuff
So since you couldn't do anything you were just walking around while wearing a long brown coat
"What am I gonna do? It's 5:00pm and I already ate dinner early...hmm maybe I should buy some Manga?" You suggested to yourself then you remembered , "I don't have enough money..." You then grumbled ,"Wait, Maybe I can call Eliza and maybe hang out with her!" Then you pulled out your phone and called her , "Hey El--" You were cut off by hearing the message thingy , "Tsk She's not available "
"Hmm " You said and remembered you actually had a boyfriend , And it was Alfred . F Jones!~ , "I should call him and play horror games with him!" Then you dialed his number on the phone you still had in your hand , "Hey
Taco Trama (TonyXreader oneshot)"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
Star Trek Prank Week II (Reader x Chekov X Sulu)
You hummed to yourself happily as you almost skipped onto the Bridge.
Jim turned when he heard humming then paled when he saw you. "Mr. Spock, take the conn."
"Um, Keptin...Mr. Spock just left ze Bridge." Chekov told him.
"Damn you, Spock." Jim seethed. "Then, Mr. Chekov. You have the conn." he told him before he ran to the turbo lift.
You smirked to yourself, proud that the Captain was afraid of you. But he wasn't the target for Prank Week. Oh, no the target was Chekov. "Hey, Pavel." you said sweetly as you slipped into the helm section. "Did you hear about Sulu?"
"No. Vhat is vrong vith him?" Chekov asked with a confused expression on his face.
"He's really sick. So, sick he can't get out of bed. I asked him what would make him feel better and he said that he wanted his fencing equipment brought to the Med Bay so Bones could give it to him once he's out of isolation." you lied smoothly.
"Sulu eez in isolation?!" Chekov asked, shocked.
You nodded. "I'd bring the equipment but Bones ba
Bremon's Fruit Bowl BlunderOlivia is a medium for the gods in human form. She uses her powers to predict the future of mortals on earth by posing herself as a fortune teller. Being part of Olympus really has its advantages, especially when all of her predictions came true for every human she talked to.
Bremon is a Succubus, a female demon who seduces men. Not only does she have the right body for the job, she's also a trickster to boot as well. She plays tricks on humans and even the Gods themselves.
However, one day, one of her pranks gets the better of her.
Olivia was predicting her fortunes to humans, while Bremon was planning another prank in her realm.
Bremon: *walking back and forth* "What to do, what to do on this particular day?"
She noticed her sister, Demonia, who was listening to death metal.
Bremon gives her sister a wedgie to notice her and, hopefully, stop the music.
Demonia: *fixing her underwear* "What the hell, sis?! Why did you do that for?!"
Bremon: "Because I'm trying to think of a way t
The Gilded Age- Part One“That was a really fun day, Ferb.” Phineas said. “What should we build tomorrow?”
“Perhaps a stable.” Ferb said.
“That could be fun.” Phineas said. “We could invent a robot horse to live in the stable.”
“And my cow.” Ferb said.
Phineas pushed open the kitchen door and the two of them went inside.
“Wow, it’s already almost one in the morning.” Phineas said. “I had no idea we stayed out that long.”
“It’s easy to forget how much time has passed when you’re playing giant pool.” Ferb said.
“Ferb, that’s it!” Phineas said. “Tomorrow, we should build a-”
“WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO TURN ME INTO AN ICE CUBE?” Someone yelled.
“Uh oh.” Phineas said.
The boys ran upstairs and skidded to a stop in front of the upstairs bathroom door. Perry was standing in the doorframe with a towel wrapped tightly around his middl
Lia: TUA (Ch. 6, The Labyrinth Part 2)The flattened Rinko pushed the equally flat Lia away from her. Lia landed face down into a neatly folded heap. As Rinko was about to lift herself up, a curious-looking tube popped out from behind one of the nearby wall's stone bricks. The tube extended, placing itself over Rinko's mouth. A sudden blast of air escaped the tube and found its way inside Rinko. The continuous flow of air began to puff her up back to normal.
Unfortunately, Rinko couldn't seem to remove the tube from her mouth. As she pulled relentlessly at the tube, the air began to swell her up to gigantic proportions to the point where she resembled an airship's balloon floating over the Labyrinth. After a good five minutes of this, Rinko finally managed to pull the tube from her lips; she was surprised she hadn't burst at this point. The air quickly began to escape her body, blowing her in every possible direction as she slowly deflated. Before long, she landed elsewhere in the Labyrinth with an unspectacular *THUD*.
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.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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