The FeelingLove is the feeling
Of being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,
A feeling as heavy and crushing
As earth thrown into a grave,
And it could pave
The way to happiness
Or lead us into Hell.
Love is that feeling
When nothing matters but then it does
In high definition
And in your head is an endless repetition
Of every moment you’ve ever
Love is that feeling
When 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 feeling
Where everything is beautiful
Because your eyes have been stolen
By an angel
But everything is as secure
As it is fragile.
Love is that feeling
When you know it’s all over
But you can’t bring yourself to hate
Them because you want them to be happy,
Even if their happiness
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe lilies
on your porch step,
petals open, smooth
with the sun's caress.
You left me frost flowers.
icy stems cracking with
the slightest touch.
'But they are beautiful,'
you pleaded as I poured
water onto them, melting
their wintry exterior.
'They are, but I despise
winter because you always
leave me icebound.'
BelovedThe aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –
you float down like a feather, fleshly plucked
from the wings of a dove,
the sweetest curves and effervescent beauty
of your mouth remind me of home.
Darling love, the harmony of touch is
everlasting – whenever I
star gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,
and the crust of this gentle mother
can no longer proclaim me.
Just as she could not have held you from the
moment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,
while caught between a ballad and a poem.
The warmth of winter
would align their hearts again,
two souls united together in twilight –
surely nirvana has always meant to define
the quietest moments spent with you where no
syllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.
A reunion, my beloved – to
simply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,
as we reach the ultimate enlightenment in
the 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
cedar lungsOctober heart; you fell out of a tree-house.
Unaware and scared of not making it
to the lake before it froze over,
you rolled down the lane and ended up
on my front lawn under the big oleander
where my dad serenaded my mom on their
first date almost twenty years ago today.
Oh was it destiny?
No, I don't think so..
I don't believe in all that
psychic garbage, anyway.
Oh but I'd like to think
we'd had it coming when
we subconsciously made wishes on
falling stars when we were kids.
You wanted a friend, someone
who wouldn't run away when
you told him the sad stuff;
winter trauma, cars sliding
down Alberta highways.
I just wanted a letter from
a prison inmate; my brother,
some recognition that I was
still in his memory,
locked away for something
he did his last year of high school;
behind the sunflowers and the pines,
behind the dried-up lakes and rocky
state lines dividing
our traditional homes.
Oh where do we go when
there's no one around to listen
to our angry murmurings,
Seven Kisseso 1 o
Tentative, 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 o
Soft, 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
November SkyThis is where we come to get lost
Where the horizon meets with sudden
The ease of orange marmalade and honey
But passion strikes us in its reflection
Cascading desire for the unattainable
Burning blistering in our hands as we
Catch stars like fallen embers which arose
From fires burning to challenge the cold
In nights bewitching the tempest of twilight
Though silently soothing like cinnamon in fall
My FlowerI am one
in the void
meant to fall
upon a field
and when we land
they will compose me
as a live sculpture
the union of nothing
I will search
for my Flower
with silver petals
its black stalk
and my arms
for a petal
to keep it close
to my heart
alas, I fade
and my time
collapses into sand
but no trace
shivers my soul
for I shall return
ever to lay eyes
upon the shine
of its silver
and to take
one more petal
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