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Commitment at Last [Cecilos]Carlos held Cecil’s hand firmly in his, his other hand resting comfortably against the small of Cecil’s back. Cecil’s eyes were currently shut as he listened to the soft, sweet music playing. A smile was on his lips. Carlos smiled as well and looked at Cecil’s left hand, which was resting gently between his chest and shoulder. His smile widened when he looked, his joy caused by the rings adorning Cecil’s ring finger. The engagement ring had been there for a while, but it was recently accompanied by a wedding band, which made their commitment official. Carlos looked back at Cecil’s face to find Cecil’s deep blue eyes on him. In comparison with his gently tanned skin and long, flowing black hair, Cecil was the epitome of beauty, at least in Carlos’s eyes. Cecil smiled, his teeth showing faintly between his thin lips.
“Are you enjoying the dance?” Cecil asked softly as the two swayed with the music. Carlos wasn
wrote a sad thingHe lay staring up at the cloudy grey sky. He could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears as he slowly turned his head, his brain beginning to pulsate within his skull. The commotion around him was just a loud ringing as he saw the boots of his friends racing around him. It took him a second to remember where he was. Afghanistan, he believed. He couldn’t remember at that moment, his brain was mush from whatever had happened. His hearing began to come back to him, along with his other senses. He was cold. His feet were already numb. Oh, God, how he should have listened. How could he let it get to this? He had never been this reckless before. He couldn’t feel his right arm, how could he be sure it was still there, even?
He heard the barking of orders over his head and watched through hazy eyes as his friends rushed around him, cautious not to step on him as they hurried to do as they were told. He tasted iron in his mouth and felt a warmness dripping from his lips and dow
Apologize (Sad Batterie)Zacharie stood on the edge of the plastic lake and stared down at the thick, churning liquid. He had put his pack down to relax a little, but he found it hard to get him out of his head. He hadn't been around in a while, and he was starting to worry about him. Not so much from a business perspective, but something more...personal. More intimate. He felt tears well in his eyes as he considered the worst, and his vision went blurry. It wasn't even the fact that Batter wasn't showing up recently that worried him. It was the fact he wasn't there now. They had promised to be there at that precise time in that exact location, and he wasn't there.
Fashionably late, I guess... Zacharie thought to himself in an attempt to make himself a bit less worried. It didn't help much. He held tight to the bat he had been carrying in his hands. He meant to give it to Batter today as a thank you for being a loyal customer. It was also somewhat of an expression of his infatuation with the baseball pl
100 Themes Challenge: Give UpNykole’s hands shook as she stared at the building before her, illuminated candy red. She felt fresh tears in her eyes. It was finally going to end. The anarchy, the killing, it would be over. All she had to do was step through that door, throw it open and run out. She could save everyone. She could be the hero Seldon told her she would be.
He was gone. Nykole, realizing the colour of the final level, fell to her knees. Her best friend was gone. She couldn’t save him. He was lost. Their cause was of no significance anymore. Nykole clutched the handle of her alchemized hatchet tightly as she stared at the symbol on her bracelet. Seldon’s symbol. She wouldn’t let his death be the end of her. Not this time. Not this timeline. She pulled herself off her knees and headed for the building. That’s when she felt it.
A presence behind her.
She went to turn when she felt a hand creep into hers, holding it tight. She looked to her side. Ignama stood
100 Themes Challenge: DarkA young boy stood all alone, a frown upon his young features. He stared at the puddles of crimson reaching out to him, seeping into the cracks in the ground and slowly inching towards him. His face was cool and collected, only a single tear dripping down his cheek and mixing with the blood on his face. However, his legs shook; his hands trembled. He dropped the knife he was carrying. It splashed into a pool of red that was beside him. His midnight hair fluttered in the sudden breeze, breaking apart the twin eyes on either side of his bangs. He looked up slowly, his red eyes falling on the glowing sphere before him.
"Annabelle..." His voice was quiet as he reached out slowly, touching the little sphere before him. It twitched in midair and floated away slightly.
"Don't run away...now...now we can be together...forever..." His voice had become softer, but had a bit more of a creepiness in it. He plucked the soul out of the air and held it in front of his eyes. The soul shook and wiggled,
100 Themes Challenge: Hold My HandWinter let her eyes wander across the snowy land, her scarf whipping around her in the breeze of the desolate land. She felt nothing but snow and cold around her, before she heard the crunching of newly laid snow being compacted by heavy snow boots.
"Winter," a familiar and clearly male voice called Winter's name in such an enthusiastic way that it made Winter want to just curl into a ball on the floor and sigh. She wasn't used to so much happiness, even if it did come from the only survivor she knew. "Winter!"
"Hm?" Winter turned, her pale blue eyes resting on the familiar boy, Nathaniel, treading up to where she was standing over her old home town. His scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck and he stumbled in the nuclear snow on his way to meet his only friend. He blundered over to Winter, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep himself steady.
"Why are you up on Melancholy Hill alone? I thought we said we would come here together." Nathaniel muttered over the whistling of the
historically inaccurate documents-i-
you were perfect.
i could not look directly
at your flare, your lace,
i learned to love and blush
in that moment.
there are eight planets
and each one orbits
i am the first person to name
this cluster of stars
for the handful of freckles
on your arm
that it mirrors.
and i am also
you are the gleaming envy
of every viewer. you stand
bathed in worship-worthy
nervous ticks that only i
not a single other being
in our plane
is made of matter.
you alone are real
and we are the shatters
of the echoes
your breathing makes.
cusped quasars sync
portals swarming out of
sinusoidal orders. ornate
soils storing digitized loyalties
of lovers purring potently.
potential switched kinetic
all times are ours
and all dimensions follow
all rhymes involve
and all tensions swallow
we're all right
in all beds
with all words
like the length
of our lives,
we are withou
Bitlets 158She can’t decide to ask him
picking the petals of forget-me-nots:
he likes me,
he forgives me not.
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
In TuneI breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest.
When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours.
You don't just finish my sentences
I swear you read my mind.
We're a well oiled machine.
Like the ebb and flow of the sea.
We're becoming one body, one soul.
You and me.
We're meant to be.
Our UniverseHere we are in our mundane universe.
We stand underneath the night sky
And gaze up at the stars.
We are two small specks of dust
Attached to each other by tangled fingers.
My toes wiggle deeper into the sand
As I watch you splash around in the warm water.
Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there.
But we'll see it someday.
Together, hand in hand,
We will explore this huge galaxy.
We will make our own discoveries.
We will search for adventure
All the while we hold tightly to each other.
Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart.
Because no matter how far we go
We'll still be two little dots
Lying on that beach
domain and range mean nothing before 10 amshe made worlds on tuesday mornings
not bothering to listen or take notes but instead
looking down onto the numbers and letters at her fingertips
and drawing the square roots and functions up in her mind
graphing virtual abstracts of you that
her unsteady hands lacked the deftness to create in her notebook.
she had tried a thousand times, though,
sharpening the pencil over and over
and adjusting this exponent and that denominator to get nearer to your curvature
in hopes of a more accurate depiction
in hopes of a smaller margin of error
but she ran out of lead faster than your face ran through her head
and erasers and echoed lines
are flimsy compensation for such an injustice to your irresponsible perfection.
so she forewent paper
instead latching tight onto the afterimage
which contained a calm, unstirred world
where the cream in her coffee spiraled into art and froze mid-oblivion
where the clicks of locks on doors meant
nothing more than solitude
with her thoughts
where your navy-and-
highschool heartsnew faces, old faces
faces we think we see
faces we wish we would never see again
laughs out loud
proclamation of feelings
sitting at the red table
coffee in hand
smiling so faintly
you joke so inappropriately
but not at that
how oblivious love is
how oblivious our lives are now
and pretty brown eyes
that glint in your eye when i blabber on
your pretty lips
i promised i'd stay on my studies
but i'd rather be studying chemistry
One nightOne night, I can be with you.
I don't have to look at the moon
anymore; hoping that you will be
looking too. The stars dance
around the moon like all those
other girls do, because they want
to be with you.
Envy begins to the poison that
sets into my veins; how any of
those girls could make you feel
like you've found the one but I'm
just going to be that girl that
sits on the side wishing that
you could love me.
You won't even know anything about
me but, I know so much about you,
my dear. The way that you smile the
definition of happiness, to the way
your voice plays a symphony that is
I begin to fall in love with you
all over again, like I did before.
Nothing could make me feel so safe
and warm in a cocoon except for you;
looking at me with those blue eyes
that are brighter then the ocean
itself making it jealous of you.
Aguila negra: preludioTres años atrás te vi por primera vez
pero era demasiado timida para hablarte
de modo que solo te contemplaba desde lejos
y te seguía a escondidas, no quería asustarte.
Al principio hablamos limitadas ocasiones
te veía muy poco pero en mi mente
siempre estabas presente,
a cada segundo
a cada instante,
era inevitable recordarte...
Hasta que un día, después de mucho esperar
me armé de valor y me acerqué a charlar,
no sabía si era una buena idea
pero ya no podía aguardar la espera
Tu mirada tan dulce
tu sonrisa angelical
hicieron que me derritiera
que se nuble mi pensar
Al día siguiente me escribiste,
me preguntaste si quería salir
yo muy emocionada
dije sin pensar "¡si!"
Disfrutamos de la danza
de un cielo estrellado
bebiendo te bajo el árbol
me estrechaste un abrazo
La miel es más dulce
cuando la pruebo de tus labios
las noches son más frías
cuando no estoy a tu lado
Intentamos tomarnos una foto
Lonely HeartsLonely hearts beat in a symphony
and blood shot eyes are astray.
gazes passing, never lingering,
and faces turn away.
Judging eyes, they're everywhere
As a forbidden love festers.
Scornful looks find every flaw,
But, to this love, they remain unaware.
Their bliss is born of others ignorance
and their joy is in their remarks,
for they know, secretly, what they have,
they can feel it in their lonely hearts.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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