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My Boy...sadness engulfing
the waves slowly retreating
i see, in the far oceans
his back facing
the dark rocks
droplets running off
his young face
he tries to smile.
but the waves push him
towards the other end
he glances at me.
i try to move forward
but it seems
the waves are pushing me
further, further, further
and when i look again
my boy is gone
i miss him already, my boy
not a proper "goodbye"
i blink in disbelief
my boy wouldn't leave me like that
but he does
i wonder what he has done
to deserve such a treatment
my poor innocent boy
my boy is in pain
but no one understands
i saw it in his eyes
as he looked at me before
i whisper to the wind
i believe you will come back soon
Last FarewellShe waves hello
And I wonder if I should reply.
As if answering, she walks away,
And I see her bright smile slowly disappear
Into something else.
Nothingness fills the air,
And I find it harder to breathe
My brain motions my body to turn,
And as I move away from her,
I feel something wet on my cheeks.
Droplets of regret,
Warmly welcoming me in their embrace.
Goodbye, byeLook for Death,
see the Truth.
they cannot survive
Lies are Lost
never to be found
til' death knocks on the door.
Solutions poured into souls;
Hours are goodbye.
The MonsterThey were surrounded by a vast sea of red.
She was thrashing around wildly, her mouth, filled with salty, rusty tasting red water.
Moments of her young life flashed through her eyes as she felt her body being ripped apart by the heavy creature. She tried to waddle forward, but her movements were limited; she was defenceless. The creature gripped onto her legs, challenging her to move forward. The monster was thirsty, it wanted flesh.
She screamed once more, hoping for a response. Echoes of her shrieks were thrown back at her, leaving her defenceless. She could see her mother crying out her name, black tears streaming down her lined, worried face.
It was own fault for venturing in the vastness alone; she did not believe what the adults said.
As the last moments of her life flashed by, the huge monster threw her in the air, spraying bright red liquid all over. She gasped for another breath of air as she plunged into the deep, dark waters of the ocean, catching her last glimpse of the eve
proud of your loveBut look into my eyes, what is it telling you?
his eyes, were full of tears (why)
he was standing on a platform, 103479553 metres off the ground and he was terrified.
And all he could hear was the nuna saying "The members are cheering for you."
His mind went blank as the leaped towards the sky (flying)
and as he approached the ground, he could see them, shining. (SHINEE DAEBAK!)
They were dancing along to 누난 너무 예뻐 and he never felt so touched in his life. (moments)
As soon as he removed the safety harness, he ran towards the four of them who were waiting for him by the river.
Taemin spotted him first, but as soon as he fell into the arms of Jinki, tears just started flowing naturally. (family)
Kibum would do this a million times just to see those precious stars so proud of him.
always one.it was freezing cold; numbness.
like a timepiece, they moved rhythmically, taking off their old slippers, dipping their sore feet into the dark mysterious water(thoughts).
time is something that never stops; it flows.
both moved, strolling towards nowhere (endless).
minds connecting, interconnecting.
this special connection, one that allowed them to understand without a word, without a sound (look).
what happened today was something that shocked them; they were afraid of the future.
a grey cloud formed; a question appearing: what are going to do junsu/hyukjae?
both turned and hugged fiercely - bare feet digging into the wet sand. always one.
Sun and RainThe beginning of the Sun ; The ending of a shower.
The smell of fresh rain was comforting and vaguely familiar.
Suddenly, flashes of a young girl his age laughing appeared and his head started hurting again.
He saw himself pulling the girl towards him, and then proceeding to embrace her tightly.
They walked hand in hand, towards the playground swing and he pulled out a pen to write something on the beautiful swing. She seemed to be shining like the sun.
A rainbow pen?! the girl smiled, her eyes almost disappearing.
He sat on the wet grass and asked her not to look, grinning as he wrote on the swing.
She sneaked up behind him and hugged him.
Then everything went black.
His eyes glazed over as a hand waved over his face.
He remembered. He suddenly remembered everything.
He ran out of the room, out into the neighbourhood playground.
It was here, at the same spot he was sitting on. He bent down to see the spot that belonged to them, the spot that was proof of their love.
Christmas: ryeowook, OT13Christmas eve was a white, fluffy, snowy day.
Ryeowook was feeling small and forgotten because his parents were away in the sunny island of Singapore, escaping the freezing weather.
The other 12 members were getting ready to go back home, taking huge bags filled with various sorts of surprises for their family.
He wondered what the others got for him as snuggled into his bed, pretending to be sleeping as they left the apartment, one by one.
BYE, WOOKIE!~ hyukjae screamed into his ears and prodded his ribs.
Then he whispered into his ears: I know youre not sleeping! You cant trick me~ Ive got you something really special
When Ryeowook was sure that he heard all 12 goodbyes, he flicked his blanket away and proceeded to the kitchen.
Ice cream! Just what I needed. Ryeowook liked the numbness the dessert gave him; what more in this weather?
Then, as Wookie was about to put a big spoonful of creamy delight into his tiny mouth, a lar
MATH. : kyuhyun and changminChangmin looks down on this textbook.
-the intersection of two sets A and B is the set that contains all elements of A that also belong to B (or equivalently, all elements of B that also belong to A), but no other elements.
Min is bored out of his mind.
He looks out of the window and spots his best friend, on the grass, with a book.
He shouts for Kyuhyun and immediately, a reply slaps back.
go away! Im trying to get my concept right!
Kyuhyun sends him a picture of another maths problem, and Min replies with a protest.
Im having maths now and youre giving me stupid questions?! Kyuhyunnie ah, has your brain gone dumb?
Kyuhyun retorts by standing up and drawing a huge ∩ symbol.
And they both laugh, sunny faces lighting up.
His focus goes back to the ugly female teacher, and he finds her staring at him.
Crap. Changmin got weird looks from people every time he was talking to Kyuhyun through their minds. He stared back, mustering a
Levi x Reader |How To Be A Good Boyfriend|"I don't see (Name) anywhere, what's up?" Hanji's cheerful voice asks, her gaze moving towards the short male in front of her, who seems deep in thought. Hanji took it upon herself to poke his cheek, which immediately brought Levi out of his thoughts, as he hissed at the sudden contact.
"Oi, I don't want your filthy finger touching me." Levi growled lowly, his mood noticeably more sour than usual. Hanji seems to take no offense as she just gives him a cheeky grin.
"Someone's in a foul mood." No reply. Hanji started intently at Levi as he worked away at his paperwork, a scowl still hardened onto his face. With a sigh, she tones down her cheery mood, and gains a more calm look.
"You two fought again, didn't you?" Levi didn't reply once again to her question, but from the way his eyebrow's furrowed more, and he picked up his pace with his writing, she took it as a yes.
"Honestly, Levi. You're such a hardhead sometimes, just apologize." Hanji mumbled, and Levi shook his head, before finall
Practice (Instructor!Levi X Dancer!Reader) AU
The light sound of footsteps patted against the floor impatiently, soft hums heard from the corners of the room. You glanced around nervously, rubbing your bare arms. No one told you the attire was so revealing. Maybe to some it was fine, but you felt so exposed. Small straps covering a portion of your shoulders, tight black leotard with a silky raven tutu. One of the perks of being a dancer, the clothes.
Just taking a look around, you could tell you wouldn’t be the best. There were the girls that looked small and nimble, already stretching along the bars. Then there were the other females who looked strong enough to rip a blue whale in half. Your gaze wandered off to the boys. Some were scrawny, though flexible, as others arms rippled with muscles as the girls giggled in the sidelines.
What were you doing? The absolute opposite of everyone else. Just reading a lovely romance novel, like any other anti-social idiot. You weren’t here to make friends though, you were here to
Yes, I'm Haru || 50% OFF!Haru x Reader [1/10]
1. Inner conflict
For over 20 minutes now Haruka was simply standing beside you while he was spacing out, watching how you sat there on the couch with your lips moving with every single syllable you pronounced as you were reading a book by the way.
'Geez, when will [Name] finally stop talking. Right, Haru?', one of the many Haru's in the boys mind spoke with a slight hint of annoyance wavering in his voice.
'Be quiet, Haru. [Name]'s pretty cool', another one replied this time with a more monotone tone.
'Shut up, Haru! No one asked after your opinion!', the Haru from before barked loudly in return.
'You actually just did. You said, I quote: 'Right, Haru?' Well, I am Haru', the calmer one spoke, riling up the more aggressive one without his knowing.
'Guys, let's all calm down, okay? The main Haru likes [Name] very much, so you shouldn't complain', a more motherly one spoke up and tried to end the small, onesided fight, which obviously wouldn't e
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
Hotaru (Child!Levi x Teen!Thug!Reader)
(A/N: Mild violence.)
The raindrops made the same disgusting sounds you wanted to forget. Every drip made a sickening "plip", the tempo increasing the faster and faster you ran. You hated the rain- although it was pure in colour, it's existence threatened to throw you back to those times. In fact, it wasn't even raining. Just a bunch of moisture lingering at the top of the underground.
But even if you did get to see the rain, the clouds would forever cry crimson.
Coupled with the sound of gunfire, rain reminded you of death. The death of your only family. Those ear-piercing screams, sounds of torture, human flesh being torn to bits. The worst part of it all? It was a sacrifice to protect you.
Something that could hurt you more than a thousand bitter cuts on your arm.
But it would be something you had to endure anyway; you promised him that you would be home. (f/n) (l/n) was no longer that innocent girl who stood and watched. You made a promise- a glimmer of hope that you would survive.
Russia x Reader: Father FrostYou hated your stepmother. You hated her to the point that if anything happened to her, you doubted you could even pretend to care. The same went for her daughter – your stepsister. How could your sweet, loving father have married such a witch? It had to be for beauty. There was no doubt that your stepmother was a very beautiful woman and her daughter was pretty as well. But what did it matter if someone could look like an angel and behave like a devil?
The feeling was mutual by the way. Every day you grew more beautiful and, despite your hatred, more virtuous. You were kind to all and respected everyone (unless they didn’t deserve it). Needless to say that the daughter hated you too. She grew prettier but remained as cruel as ever, showing kindness only when she desired something and contempt when she didn’t.
“Good morning, ______,” greeted your father as you entered the kitchen.
“Good morning to you as well, father,” you chirped as you placed
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Sebastian-x-Abused! Reader: Sunset
Sebastian-x-Abused! Reader: Sunset
She sat crying into her hands; invisible to those who surrounded her. She had been in the same spot for hours- unmoving and wretched, as the sun began to set in her blurred vision. With each fresh tear she shed- another person passed by.
No one saw the battered and broken young woman, because they didn’t wish to see something so awkward and ugly. They didn’t wish to be involved. So they willingly stayed blind.
The broken figure- a young girl on the cusp of womanhood- sat alone and abandoned, where someone could have helped her, but no one did. Hiding in plain sight, and shunned by all.
There was so much pain . . . broken and bloody and deranged. . . So much fear. . . More than she could take. . . More than she should have had to bear.
(F/n) breathed heavily-
The meaning of Five.To Junsu, Brazil was place he would keep in his memories.
It was somewhere where he finally understood the meaning of five.
The day before he was to leave for Brazil, Jaejoong was so anxious, he kept repacking Junsus luggage, adding things and then taking them out. Yunho was worse, he kept asking Changmin about the flight details; and Changmin would forget every single time. Yoochun kept disappearing into the washroom, reappearing ten minutes later, in fresh clothes.
The next morning, Junsu awoke to find himself on the sofa, the other four sleeping on the floor. He smiled at the sight, got ready, wrote a note, and left for the airport. The moment he reached the Brazilian airport, he was rushed to the filming site. A minute was given for introductions, and the work began. He didnt even have time to react; and suddenly he found himself on the roof of a building, trying to sing and strum a guitar.
The day ended late and the instant his phone was switched on, he found plenty of
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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