Burnished head consecrating
tarnished thighs in the hot tongues of unborn
sighs candle-fingered, the light is bleeding into
Prince of stares in the semi-seeing night,
when you are certain as arrows
you will never catch me.
Cold at FourIs there a technical term for a harp maker?
If there isn't, it's you, as a body, that canine
Your name doesn't
ring right but it's what you do with it that counts:
I tumbled around it and never said it at the correct second, like the
cuboid-skulled choirgirl a note behind, loud and disgusting. A faulty
The banal usurping of my bookish tongue
came on quick.
I'm very sorry.
Everything scratched backwards and now my spine streams
from my throat, cursive handwriting.
Scored in your scalp:
the clicking of toes, falling asleep in the hands of metal men,
forgotten criminality, barbed wire telephones -.
you look like so many faces -
for all I know you don't exist except in broken chairs.
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenched
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will fall out of love,
the spiders we are.
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep waits, never speaking, never turning. The children fall into the grim peace and no one can follow their red toes into the shroud.
Vulva SongThe curtains are never drawn in the spare room.
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you sitting on the edge of the bath keeping watch right through me?
I feel the carpet and soak up every silent look, store them under my toenails, and I miss you. You exploded,
the bees in the lavender bush are all that's left of you.
Articulated PointsOne year after I met you -
Ill, stricken, your chocolate orange lies
castling across my joints,
I break concave dandelion, seeds
splashing under my gambling shoes.
One year, one month -
They may lay their hides over your favourite
city garden walks, might leave hopeful lip prints
on the glass in your sturdy museum holidays, spit
love-letter typefaces down their ankles or hum in the grey
cold to stay awake for surgery,
and I will coagulate with my dresses,
Pregnant TGPregnant TG
I was browsing the sex toy store online, when I saw a female lingerie set "Feminine Fantasy" on sale, with a free complementary maternity edition. Huh. I figured I'd try it out as any horny college guy would. It shipped to my apartment a few days later. That evening, I went to my bedroom and tried on the panties and bra. It felt smooth, almost tingly, when all of a sudden, I looked down to see that my penis had transformed into a vagina! I looked into the bathroom mirror, and noticed that wasn't all. My chest was filling out to a pair of C cups, and my hair was growing longer. My body thinned out, my adam's apple disappeared, and my jawline smoothed. My nose became smaller, and my eyebrows thinned out. I had become a woman!
I looked over at the packaging, desparate for some sort of explanation. I found nothing until I saw a small note in the bottom corner saying "Effects Temporary." Relieved, I went back over to the mirror to admire my new figure. I noticed that the bra str
Honied Words- Weight Gain in Poetry
The Queen of Bees was greatly shocked
When she rose that morn
she just looked out her window
and was, right there, filled with scorn
Amidst the Butterscotch Path
Where the sane would flee
Stood a chubby Saccharin
Eating honey fruit from her tree
“Such ignorance and gluttony”
Rage filled the Queen's mind
Not for the honey she was losing
But instead, the girl's bust line
Try as she might, the Queen was in peril
Her chest forever flat
But here was a trespassing dullard
Upon her chest, two orbs of fat
White knuckles clenched the window
And in an instant eyes turned green
And whilst the girl continually fed
Twas revenge, that sought the Queen.
To punish this girl was all too easy
She would not settle for pain
No, she wished for far much more
So instead, she settled for 'gain'!
The Queen grinned wickedly,
Running down her tower.
She would hold the girl prisoner
Such things were in her power!
Those rolling hips taunted her
As did those pillowed thighs
And it seemed the more
Us... SasorixSakura One-shot.~Us (SasorixSakura)
Autora: Aika Yami.
*Letra de la canción correspondiente.
Aviso: los personajes no me pertenecen sino a Masashi Kishimoto. La historia me pertenece a mí.
La canción "Time is running out" no me pertenece sino a MUSE. Yo solo utilicé sus lindas estrofas para inspirarme en el One-shot.
*Sakura en este one-shot tiene el cabello largo.
Advertencia: Este one-shot tiene contenido erótico (+18); los menores de edad, leen bajo su propio riesgo.
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El ruido que ocasionaban las personas retumbaba en los oídos de cierto pelirrojo. Simplemente escuchaba el sonido de las copas chocar entre sí una y otra vez; ocasionando un molesto ruido que lograba i
The Reunion, Chapter two.Chapter Two, The Reunion Jake
~Time skip 2 years~
Hello, My name is Jake and I'm 18 years old and 8'11 tall. Yes, I am tall. Everyone is like midgets to me. It's pretty funny. Well, Ever since that day two years ago, I haven't been able to stop dreaming about the small petite blond boy who stole the diamond two years ago. Well, sure I helped and I lost my job, but heck. He was cute. As if a fan girl might say 'Kawaii' He sets my heart fluttering when ever I think about him.
Sure, I've had other boyfriends but none of them set my heart fluttering and made my stomach clench. Oh. Did I forget to mention I'm Gay? And my nick-name is Man-Child which is irritating.
Heh! Listen to me blab! We don't even know each other and I feel like this! But I'd still give anything to see him. Well. Now I'm in a weird place called 'Darkened Dawn' and the people here are even weirder.
I doubt fate would play into my hands.
I'm just an ordinary human, he could be one
Chapter one of The Diamond Thief. Chapter one: The first time I saw him. Milo
Hello, my name is Agent D. 'Big D'. Haha I'm only kidding. Well, I can't give away much about my self apart from that I'm 12 years old, Have no parents, and Have pretty much no memories of when I was little.
When I was 8, someone caught me picking the pockets of some Rich Snob Unnoticed. Instead of ratting me out to the police, he took me here, The U.G.A. That stands for Underground Agency. They thought I didn't have potential apart from the person who brought me here. Well, I proved them wrong. By the age of 10 I was taking Master classes with people aged 18-20.
At the age of 12, I went on my first Mission. What I had to do? Steal a Diamond. Well, This diamond was around 3 Inches Wide and 3 Inches Tall, If you played enough Sonic waves into it, it would make a high pitched noise. While the older people went ahead to disarm the guards, using my small frame I climbed in through a window into the basement, where t
The Diamond Thief Chapter 3. He Remembers? Chapter 3, He remembers? Milo.
I just stared at the mask. That's him? No way. Is it? Well... His eyes are beautiful, just like I remembered, but his hair looks a little bit too long. And he has grew. Much taller. Much.
I got sent here to forget him and now I can't even stop thinking about him! They must of set me up.
Why him of all people? I stole glances when ever he wasn't looking... Sure..He was Attractive. "I better not be in love." I muttered. "Or have a crush.." I down the cold coffee, and put the mask in my pocket. I stand up, and walk out of the bar weaving through drunken people, as I sprint to the hospital as soon as I stood outside.
Someone from the Agency was working here, to make sure I don't step out of line. I caught her as she was finishing her lunch break, as I grabbed her shoulders, looking up at her. 'Why is everyone so tall?' "He's here!"I shouted at Agent C, Ignoring the looks from her co-workers. "What do I do!?"