Al's birthday (2p America) by shadownelliel, literature
Literature
Al's birthday (2p America)
July fourth, it was Al’s birthday. Not that anyone remembered that of course, because everyone always seemed to forget that he was Alfred Jones twin brother and therefore shared the same birthdate. It’s happened every single year Al could remember, from the time he could first say the words “what about my present?” to the relatives who had only thought to buy Alfred one. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t bitter over it, because he was, very much so but Al never says anything about it because he knew how things worked. Alfred was the ever present sun and Al was just the shadow that followed him. No use in
I’ve swallowed precious silver knives.
I’ve killed those flattering strays.
Still, I’m crying those black tepid spiders.
And still I can’t find my charred little finger bones
2p! America x Kidnapped! Reader - Two-Sided by shadownelliel, literature
Literature
2p! America x Kidnapped! Reader - Two-Sided
You sprawled your legs across the dashboard as you turned the music up a bit louder; you never liked being left all alone in a car at nighttime, especially in an empty car lot. Sighing, you listened to the music resonate through the small car but soon lost interest to whatever was playing as you observed the sky outside your window. It was really beautiful tonight. The moon was nearly full and it cast down a pale blue light making it seem as if the entire world were underwater. You smiled faintly at the thought as you watched the clouds swirl around like fish in pond, how peaceful and quiet would it be the world was submerged far below the oc
I’m very sad.
I can’t convey just how much though. I’ve never been good with that.
People make it that much worse though; they keep cutting and slashing at my heels so I can’t run away. Stabbing my weak points until all I can smell is my own blood.
Humans are ugly that way however.
What I had is no longer. Time changes and leave’s such a devastating wake.
I knew that real heroes didn’t exist…
Skin and bones stretched across a canvas of something other than white,
Many crooked hands holding up a complete piece of broken parts,
A face of many things still staring at it’s unmoving throne,
Who would have thought that such a creature hadn’t picked the blade sooner…?
Sickness and virtue bide themselves deep in my blood,
Love is but my pawn in an unnecessary game I have come to find,
Yet all of my power has yet to squelch the burning poison Desire has planted in perfection.
How disgusting.
Hate,
Fear,
Love,
All dyed in a lucid red that pours from scars I had yet to bear
All held in me, all breaking me, all making me suffer in a blessed pain
I can’t help craving something more.
Monotone whispers on plain paper,
Whereas simplicity reigned over even “good” and “bad”
A wretched thing.
I sleep in the daylight hours and I wander in the night,
Dreams and Nightmares have all clo
Al's birthday (2p America) by shadownelliel, literature
Literature
Al's birthday (2p America)
July fourth, it was Al’s birthday. Not that anyone remembered that of course, because everyone always seemed to forget that he was Alfred Jones twin brother and therefore shared the same birthdate. It’s happened every single year Al could remember, from the time he could first say the words “what about my present?” to the relatives who had only thought to buy Alfred one. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t bitter over it, because he was, very much so but Al never says anything about it because he knew how things worked. Alfred was the ever present sun and Al was just the shadow that followed him. No use in
I’ve swallowed precious silver knives.
I’ve killed those flattering strays.
Still, I’m crying those black tepid spiders.
And still I can’t find my charred little finger bones
2p! America x Kidnapped! Reader - Two-Sided by shadownelliel, literature
Literature
2p! America x Kidnapped! Reader - Two-Sided
You sprawled your legs across the dashboard as you turned the music up a bit louder; you never liked being left all alone in a car at nighttime, especially in an empty car lot. Sighing, you listened to the music resonate through the small car but soon lost interest to whatever was playing as you observed the sky outside your window. It was really beautiful tonight. The moon was nearly full and it cast down a pale blue light making it seem as if the entire world were underwater. You smiled faintly at the thought as you watched the clouds swirl around like fish in pond, how peaceful and quiet would it be the world was submerged far below the oc
I’m very sad.
I can’t convey just how much though. I’ve never been good with that.
People make it that much worse though; they keep cutting and slashing at my heels so I can’t run away. Stabbing my weak points until all I can smell is my own blood.
Humans are ugly that way however.
What I had is no longer. Time changes and leave’s such a devastating wake.
I knew that real heroes didn’t exist…
Skin and bones stretched across a canvas of something other than white,
Many crooked hands holding up a complete piece of broken parts,
A face of many things still staring at it’s unmoving throne,
Who would have thought that such a creature hadn’t picked the blade sooner…?
Sickness and virtue bide themselves deep in my blood,
Love is but my pawn in an unnecessary game I have come to find,
Yet all of my power has yet to squelch the burning poison Desire has planted in perfection.
How disgusting.
Hate,
Fear,
Love,
All dyed in a lucid red that pours from scars I had yet to bear
All held in me, all breaking me, all making me suffer in a blessed pain
I can’t help craving something more.
Monotone whispers on plain paper,
Whereas simplicity reigned over even “good” and “bad”
A wretched thing.
I sleep in the daylight hours and I wander in the night,
Dreams and Nightmares have all clo
Coalescence in (and of) Poetry by Sammur-amat, literature
Literature
Coalescence in (and of) Poetry
Chatoyant stargazer, you with
skin as opulent as spring itself
hair a realm where fairies roam
limbs redolent of riverbed soil
lead me to the illusive seams
of this halcyon of gossamer dreams
over orion and past the eye of god
Grandiloquent desiderata, you are
absolutly adore shadow, ulquiorra and scourge!!! now that thats out of the way i also like multiple other things which i care not to mention i draw decently and i need to post more pictures on this