My murdered son
What sort of hair would sing in the wind
Would every light try to tango in tune
To dance upon the strands within
And give back upon the moon
Would his eyes if ever reflect the glow
Held within his heart
The mirror of compassion's soul
Singing by his art
Would they also analyze
Scan, assess, and pierce
Every profound from truth to lies
And flare for justice true to fierce
Would passion flow from endless depth
Would his mind investigate create
And when true sorrow wounds his kept
Would he persist and elevate
Would his laugh always know kindness first
And sing of right to be
Blow true beautiful with a thirst
None could satis
Handlebars Geico Car Insurance by ErichZannIII, literature
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Handlebars Geico Car Insurance
If you ride your bike with no handlebars, you’ll end up keeping rhythm with no metronome.
If you keep rhythm with no metronome, you’ll lead a nation with a microphone.
If you lead a nation with a microphone, you’ll split the atom of a molecule.
If you split the atom of a molecule, you’ll guide a missile by satellite.
If you guide a missile by satellite, you’ll end the planet in a holocaust.
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Unchained Melody (Conor Maynard mpreg) by SonicScrewdriverDD3, literature
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Unchained Melody (Conor Maynard mpreg)
‘Don’t wait for your ship to come, swim for it.’
That’s what Conor remembers his father saying to him when he was young.
Despite the singing career, the small acting career and the many fans that cheer for him night after night, nothing was as scary as seeing blood in his underwear after filming with Joe. Having just gone home, sore after Joe had shocked his stomach several times for his childbirth video, the blood make him scream out, alerting Jack to his plight.
Busting in, Jack took one look at the blood and Conor’s face before scooping him up and holding him tight, calling Josh to ‘fucking get my bro
The Depth in a Drop of Starlight (Part 1) by Larathain, literature
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The Depth in a Drop of Starlight (Part 1)
The depth of a drop of starlight
Memory. A droplet falling through the void
Sparkles resonate upon the surface
Abrasion aft and oft avoid
Where seasons bereft, a dawnless solstice
Into the ever, a journey through
Tracks and railways into the dark
From the depths of you into
Manifest. Within a light's true spark
By the substance of tangible touch
By sight into the mind's might mold
The vault of virtue, the home of much
Where consciousness is only told
From the scales of density and thought
Into the pierce of concept born
An aspect of perception oft naught caught
Save for some that sue forlorn
Resonation regal as pure starlight
They dance across the page
as if they choreographed
the movements on their own.
Each position carefully calculated
to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic
for the faithful, patient patrons.
Every mark evoking expression
making all who hear feel -- react
to each phrase of lyrical melody.
Major joy, minor tragedy,
diminished terror, augmented intensity
concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.
These small black dots -- smudges
demand to be heard -- to be felt
Like the poet with her words -- confessions.
Hear me.
Understand me.
Accept me.
-- just listen
Echo
Another drop falls upon the floor
A ring that sings within
Opening through another door
A knock between and in
Within the fall the time goes slow
A pause in pain to stall
Fading is life's purest glow
Caught within the call
Another droplet falls away
Darker grows the soul
Somewhere lost between night and day
Shuddering to your whole
Cracks and cuts within your heart
The soul-shine mirror shatters
Where the lines due their depart
And sensibility scatters
A droplet into the puddle fore
Mutilations everywhere
Dripping from your hallow core
Falling from you to there
Absent comfort, absent solace
You begin to think
In a time of purest so
I don't love you
You don't love me
We're just here to hate ourselves
A little less, a little more,
Depending on the time of day.
I don't love you
You don't love me
We're just here to have some fun.
I'm just like you
Your just like me
We're like everybody here tonight
Why does this matter?
Why do we matter?
I don't love you.
I didn't live you
Enough to stay.
I just loved the way you danced
Dance.
Why we so afraid?
Why we so afraid?
Why we so afraid to be alone?
Alone. Alone.
Why we so afraid?
Why we so afraid?
Why we so afraid to be alone?
I don't love you
You don't love me
Enough to part
A white dress turns to black.
Death.
Got the whol
i named every star in the sky after you
but then the sun came up
and it was all blue
skies. baby you were the air i breathed
but some machines
run on oil, fire, sweet combustion
of the heart or mind
you destroyed me.
i was a wreck.
i am a wreck.
you lit the match i held in my mouth
then you watched it burn out.
i fell in love.
what else was there to do?
hey, you said it best yourself.
always the pacifist.
i was never cut out for you and baby,
i tried, i tried, i tried.
i am so resigned
to being nothing more than a glint in your eye
at the coffeeshop we both loved
i wrote poems for you there.
and in this very spot i am sitting
you wrapped your
Runaway (Dan Howell/Phil Lester)1: The Beginning by SonicScrewdriverDD3, literature
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Runaway (Dan Howell/Phil Lester)1: The Beginning
It was a cold brisk night in March when it happened. Nobody would have seen it coming. Nobody would have known. Nobody would have expected it, but it happened.
It was too late at night for strangers to be outside, except for may be the odd late worker or murderer, depending on what mindset you had. No one to see the dark figure lurking in the shadows, running quite quickly though the streets, quiet, fairly nimble and concealed.
It takes time for the figure to reach the light. When it does, people, if they existed here, would see a man. A young man. A young man who was very upset, very frightened and looked very desperate. He was only dresse