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Yautja hunt P1Silence
In the heat of the day
A slow lope to a rapid dash
Leaves scarce gazed in passing
Wrist blades unsheathing in a flash
Primed and poised for slashing
From tree to tree I leap
Muscles tensed and slim
Seamlessly traversing, lunar jungles deep
Sunlight coloured and dim
The princess of this world
Of creatures so close yet queer
Luminescent skin of deep sea blue
Even women, warriors too
And thus I await her fall
The decent from the sky
Upon her winged beast
It's letting her fly
Escape the attempted feast..
Holly and EmmaSo I see
A simple void of this
Has presented me
A body, riddled with scars and stitches
Too many to count
But some more memorable
This one from when her best friend betrayed
A razors edge left my shoulder frayed
Over here, along my thigh
She needed to be strong, she'd never cry
And my eye
She thought she'd try
But gave me instead, a button
Though it can't near as well see sun
But, she loves me
No matter what she always sews me back
She keeps me in the closet
When she doesn't want to play
It's dark in here
I hardly ever come out in the day
But it keeps me safe she says
There are bad kids, worse kids
Ones that won't let me stay...
So I wait
In my shoebox bed
Patient and quiet
Loosing feeling in my head
Holly is home now
And I'm slowly filling with dread
A differant perspectiveSet like precious stones in the lifeless mask of his face, each hair so carfully strewn to the cheeks yet so chaotic, a smile factured by stiched scars, to which split the lip asunder, twice over, acrack so deep it wedges the nose, causeing a painfull lean, a gleaning wash of bronze sits atop his head, each curl, every wire, iterlocking, entwineing, inverted and restored to amass the scalp
storms in black and white
past these monoliths lie the tarnished soul, a sheet of silver eaten away by the trials of human life and blacked by fleshed sins to rise from the historics of birth to presant life and rent from withn the wretched heart of beating obsidain pulp
The True Nature Of The Mad CatThe True Nature Of The Mad Catter
(You've Been Warned)
You hurt a friend once before
Benevolent seething whore
You soon will pay
Befriend you I shall
Slide in close a deep set pal
Only to vanish like a ghost
Doing as I do best
Feeding from your life
(Never seeking to nest)
Before stabbing your heart with a knife
And as you lay there
Weeping and shattered
I'll have a moment to share
To explain I feel mildly battered
Eight left in the wake
All victims of this method
Such a stupid face
As you stand there slack jawed
To them I seem so perfect
False promises and open lies
I am of my own unique sect
Not like the other guys
Though once I get bored
I'll make my swift leave
A quick severance by sword
Going home to silently grieve
What kind of man am I to hold the hearts I've broken?
Fleeting darkened memories are all that's left in token
Above all else rests the shattered stone of polished obsidian sheen
Though it should be of no surprise these foggy veins of broken rock
Are stained with toxic green
The beast of jealousy rears a face of mottled sin
Amid the relics of what once was a heart
To map the swells and divides of a story too long to tell this misery has surely become an art.
I Met A GirlI Met A Girl
I met a girl
It was epic
But then the sun came up
And reality set in
Truth is her group wont accept me
I just dont fit in
Too shy too seclusive
And for the larger part
My parents dont hate me
Nor I them in turn
Never severed my skin
Never felt that burn
Its painfull you see
Each day shes so close
But she dosent love me back
I have nowere to go
I want to tell her all of this
My emotion at its peak
But it cant I just cant
It would make me far too weak
But like a stupid dog
Im stuck, tied by the heart
through collar of courage and leash of loyalty
Sits the obediant mutt
Why beaten over and over
Do I come back the next day to repeat it, still sober?
Taking it and the burden of your personal pains too?
Because self sacrifice is another way of saying I love you...
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
BoysContains: Gas fetishism. Female.
Liliana awoke to rain pattering against her apartment's window. She felt mild discontent.
She could see the overcast through the glass sliding door that lead to her balcony, moody gray light bleeding in at an angle. Liliana groaned.
Oh, the woman wished she could've gotten a few more moments of sleep, dozing off to the soft dripping of gloomy precipitation, but a hand trailing along her side alerted her-- no, reminded her of last night's events.
Calloused fingertips ran against her silky, tan skin, the palm cupping the fat of her hips before moving towards her inner thigh. She lay in the nude under the sheets, not a single garment or accessory on her besides the piercings in her navel.
A masculine grunt came from behind her as the rough hand attempted to make its way between her thighs, only for Liliana to growl and snatch his wrist. "You've overstayed your welcome," She muttered, narrowing her eyes. It was way too early for her to deal wi
Spring Has Held Life in Her HandsSunlight is pouring past her lips as she cradles newborn fawns. Vines twist and spiral into a calligraphy of green memories; she bats her eyes causing petals to glide on softened breezes. As she hangs leaflets on branches and tucks in tree roots with blankets of moss she smiles. Mountains cry, with snow trickling down their peeks. She places circlets of white flowers at their feet; her hands brush the sliding snow away.
She builds a castle of iris and lilies over the world with purples, pinks, and reds dotting the horizon. The people look up and shudder as a sudden peace engulfs them. Spring digs moats of morning dew beneath drawbridges of grass. Placing a tiara of clovers against the sides of dead trees, grass spurting forth from their wounds she sings. Birds flit between the branches of her hair, chirping a song of return into her ear.
The clouds stretch awake at the sound of Spring, chuckling hello with a wave of white. Forests clamor for her touch and she obliges, unfu
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Lord Of SnakesLORD OF SNAKES
Cunning and malicious
Like a coiled viper he poises
To strike at his unfortunate prey
Wide yellow penitrating orbs
Pupils not but narrowed slits
Splitting the hypnotic orbs with a strand of black
Gleaming in the pale light
Twin ivorys bristling with the liquid death within
Contracted around and all too flexable skeleton
Like an arrow he launches freely into an effortless arch
The soundless motion
Broken by a brief, sharp squeal
Piercing the hollow blackness before
The satisfied hiss of a serpent rises and falls
The lord seeking out new prey
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