The FeelingLove is the feelingOf being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,A feeling as heavy and crushingAs earth thrown into a grave,And it could paveThe way to happinessOr lead us into Hell.Love is that feelingWhen nothing matters but then it doesIn high definitionAnd in your head is an endless repetitionOf every moment you’ve everSpent together.Love is that feelingWhen someone else is your oxygen;You need them to survive,And every time you touch,Even in your dreams,Is the only time you feel alive.Love is that feelingWhere everything is beautifulBecause your eyes have been stolenBy an angelBut everything is as secureAs it is fragile.Love is that feelingWhen you know it’s all overBut you can’t bring yourself to hateThem because you want them to be happy,Even if their happinessIsn’t you.
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe lilieson your porch step,petals open, smoothwith the sun's caress.You left me frost flowers.icy stems cracking withthe slightest touch.'But they are beautiful,'you pleaded as I pouredwater onto them, meltingtheir wintry exterior.'They are, but I despisewinter because you alwaysleave me icebound.'
BelovedThe aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –you float down like a feather, fleshly pluckedfrom the wings of a dove,the sweetest curves and effervescent beautyof your mouth remind me of home.Darling love, the harmony of touch iseverlasting – whenever Istar gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,and the crust of this gentle mothercan no longer proclaim me.Just as she could not have held you from themoment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,while caught between a ballad and a poem.The warmth of winterwould align their hearts again,two souls united together in twilight –surely nirvana has always meant to definethe quietest moments spent with you where nosyllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.A reunion, my beloved – tosimply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,as we reach the ultimate enlightenment inthe seraglio of each other's blinks, thumps,and sighs – these are my treasures divine.
Crocodile X reader: You're the only one for me.You were some what bummed that you didn't get the partner you wanted while the game played on. You even stayed behind to see if your secret crush even put in an item to play the game...but alas, he did not play. Whom was your secret crush? Well, that should be quite obvious...it was Crocodile!You didn't know what it was, whether it was his hook, the scar across his face, the cigar or his muscular body...but mmmmm! Damn! He was a nice piece of work! But...you'd never say such thoughts out loud, hell you'd probably walk up to him and say 'I like sand too.." and then walk off hurriedly so that the biggest reaction you would probably get out of the former warlord would be a raised eye brow.But seriously, he could have played and gotten seven minutes alone with any of the pretty ladies on that ship several years ago...but why didn't he? Well.. now was the time to ask him yourself. For there he was; sitting at a café, along with his blade-blade fruit partner. They were reading a newsp
November SkyThis is where we come to get lostWhere the horizon meets with suddenThe ease of orange marmalade and honeyBut passion strikes us in its reflectionCascading desire for the unattainableBurning blistering in our hands as weCatch stars like fallen embers which aroseFrom fires burning to challenge the coldIn nights bewitching the tempest of twilightThough silently soothing like cinnamon in fall
cedar lungsOctober heart; you fell out of a tree-house.Unaware and scared of not making itto the lake before it froze over,you rolled down the lane and ended upon my front lawn under the big oleanderwhere my dad serenaded my mom on theirfirst date almost twenty years ago today.Oh was it destiny?No, I don't think so..I don't believe in all thatpsychic garbage, anyway.Oh but I'd like to thinkwe'd had it coming whenwe subconsciously made wishes onfalling stars when we were kids.You wanted a friend, someonewho wouldn't run away whenyou told him the sad stuff;winter trauma, cars slidingdown Alberta highways.I just wanted a letter froma prison inmate; my brother,some recognition that I wasstill in his memory,locked away for somethinghe did his last year of high school;behind the sunflowers and the pines,behind the dried-up lakes and rockystate lines dividingour traditional homes.Oh where do we go whenthere's no one around to listento our angry murmurings,journal entries
Seven Kisseso 1 oTentative, one reaches out to carefully brush a lock of short hair out of a slim face, revealing a pair of sharp eagle eyes and a jagged scar. His eyes, however, take nothing into account but the slim lips where his thumb now rests. Slowly, moving as if trying not to spook a wild creature, he presses in close, hesitating at the last moment before contact is made, unsure.The moment is broken when she presses in herself, hooking a hand around his neck and kissing him deeply.o 2 oSoft, teasing murmurs and playful quips slip between a pair of lips held just barely apart, the two comfortable in their closeness. It's taken them a long time to reach this point, but now they are here it's as if they had been there forever. He reaches out and flicks teasingly at her nose, falling a little more in love as she scowls and wrinkles it cutely. In response, she calls him a disparaging name - though her bright, affectionate eyes soothe away all sting. With a smile, he closes his
My FlowerI am onewith specksof dustin the voidmeant to fallupon a fieldleft behindages agoand when we landthey will compose meas a live sculpturethe union of nothingand Allat lastI will searchfor my Flowerwith silver petalstheir numberunknownwhich adornits black stalkand my armswill reachfor a petalof silverto keep it closeto my heartalas, I fadeand my timecollapses into sandbut no traceof fearshivers my soulfor I shall returnever to lay eyesupon the shineof its silverand to takeone more petalfor anothereternity. ~NK
Arlong x Reader part 2 (sequel to the SMIH story)After the fun events of Luffy's party, you had taken a job as an ambassador for the humans with the fish-men. After your new job, the government had you relocated to Sabody Archipelago. Immediately, your face began to pop up in the daily newspaper; 'NEW AMBASSADOR BRINGS BIG CHANGE TO THE HUMAN-FISHMAN RELATIONS!' Yup, you had began the hard, lifelong task of bringing the hate to an end. As you yourself, had been rescued by a fish man from the slave trade, along with many others and his name rings eternal among the fish men community: Fisher Tiger.Now, on the island in which you now reside, allows fish man to roam freely and without fear. Occasionally, there were the rare occurrences in which an angry human would attack a fish man or vise versa. In those kinds of situations, you called your partner; a fish man by the name of Coral, would handle the fish man-instigators while you handled the human-instigators. This way, there was no way any hate groups could twist your good name into a