I was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart o
Donatello's Duffel
Racing across rooftops during patrols, Don was always slightly hindered by the duffel bag strapped over his shoulder and more often than not he left it behind. Tonight for some reason it had seemed to beckon to him, insisting that Don take the bag despite the difficulties he knew it would cause him.
Sure enough, his brothers were outpacing him at every turn and Don ground his back teeth together. Even though they knew his bag weighed around forty pounds with all the things he carried in it, Raph and Mikey were not averse to teasing him about being slow. Leo never said a disparaging word; the Turtle leader understood the
That Certain Quality
“I seriously can’t thank you guys enough for helping me with this renovation,” April said, watching as her turtle friends set to work.
“We’re glad to do it,” Don replied while feeding new electrical wire through the exposed wall. “This is a very good cause.”
Mikey coughed and sat back on his heels, his hands and arms covered in soot. “When was the last time anyone cleaned this chimney?” he asked. “Turn of the century?”
“It’s a really old house, Mikey,” April told him. “The people who inherited it couldn’t afford t
the shit i learned in high school by TheAdequateGatsby, literature
Literature
the shit i learned in high school
1. help clean up the morning after the party.
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak al
Now I've Seen You Chapter 1 by ChakaTehMoogle, literature
Literature
Now I've Seen You Chapter 1
A shrill cry sliced through the air of Kelsi Nielson's bedroom like a knife, startling the teenaged girl out of her slumber.
Muzzily, the young composer reached for the ringing phone, groping around her bedside table until her hand found the accursed object. Sleepily, she raised the phone to the ear, speaking into it grumpily.
"What the hell?"
The voice on the other end caught her by surprise, "Whoa. Not a morning person, are you?"
Her eyes widened slightly as she responded, "I'm a morning person... not a two-in-the-morning person," she muttered darkly, "Now, please tell me what possessed Ryan Evans – of all people – to call me this lovel
‘Twere’nt long ago, when I started tumbling. Hot dry winds rose around me and the base of my stalk went snap and I began to roll. Finally free of my roots, ready to roam the deserts and plains. Catch a glimpse of the tall orange buttes in the northern plains, as they had been described to me by other holy rollers.
Maybe even catch a view of people. Heard lotsa stories ‘bout them people, even though I saw one on a horse when I were but a sprout. People were always in’eresting, usin’ us for shootin’ practice, something to kick, something innocuous and ubiquitous to say, “Yeah. You’re alone out h
Inspired by Old Hag by veprikov
http://veprikov.deviantart.com/art/Old-hag-376452475
Another day gone. There were only three customers to stop by her shop today. First was a flustered middle-aged woman, plump, with frazzled hair and too much makeup, asking frantically for another wrinkle removing potion, after insisting that the previous one she had gotten from a new young witch down on Porter's Street hadn't worked.
She liked that girl. Such promise and energy for one so young. Yes, that one deserved a bright future.
The next was a young man, wearing a disheveled sweater hanging off of one shoulder, wrinkled pants and tennis shoes. He i
Walk a Mile
April tried to hide her excitement as she walked downstairs with Casey. She was impressed with how nice he looked in his suit, his hair tied back and shoes polished; he appeared to be very refined.
Opening the apartment door to see him like that had put to rest April’s doubts about the elegant night out that he’d promised her. When he’d told her a week earlier that he’d gotten reservations at Le Bernadin, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, April had at first thought it was a joke. Casey had been completely serious when he had explained that he wanted to prove he could give her more than
Remembered Fear
It was always the same; every difficult fight brought it all back to him.
Leo broken, lying on the floor of April's apartment. Leo near death; bundled on a dilapidated couch in a too cold room inside Casey's farmhouse, battered, bruised and beaten.
Donny transformed, the soft brown eyes replaced by ones filled with rage and unrecognizable because of it. The genius they loved and counted on completely unreachable; so close to being lost to them for good.
Mikey trapped; a victim of jealousy and magic, being pummeled by a giant more than five times his size. Caught in a vicious gambit that was as much about politics as ab