Procrastinating Any Actual Work

They/Them, being needlessly dramatic is my greatest joy in life

[charliedzilla]

Zombie vermin

[fallingfo]

What you should do

When I am dead,

Do not bury me here

Not in soil or sand

Not far not near.

I will not be held

Not by a coffin so costly

So set me alight

And one last time watch me

Cary me close,

And pick a good spot

Somewhere green

Where you'll forget-me-not

Open my lid, and pour out my ash

Watch me take flight

On borrowed wings

Feathers faded by light

And as you release me

In body and soul

Remember me right

Do not embellish my role

I was not your gravity

So lose not your way

But don't reduce me to tragedy

Nor stack me to weigh

Be kind in my name,

Throw seeds to a crow

Pick up the litter

The world had to throw

And know that no ending

No matter its rhyme

Will come and be painless

So its ok to cry

[fallingfo]

If pain is beauty

Then these wounds you left me

Are finer than the brushstrokes

Left by da Vinci

[fallingfo]

Unlearned

You decided you knew me

And wrote that in stone

Now every choice I make

Is breaking that mould

You resist what I tell you

You diminish my size

You refuse to learn me

You ignore and breed lies

I am alike a light,

Set me up and burn bright

Un-contained by your holder

My wax will flow over

I do not open like a book

Pages and mind laid bare

You may not peruse or take a look

You will not find me in there

[fallingfo]

Grieving

Emotions are a time capsule,

Buried deep inside.

They hold the secrets to our hearts

And befuddle all our minds

Trauma is the shovel

We use to find our cracks

Each and every dig

Pulls us close to going back

Sitting on our beds

Is the twisting of the valve

pandoras box is open

Palitudes are not a salve

Softly gently smashed

Edges jagged and raw

Burry us alive

Our wounds are once more torn

[fallingfo]

Unheard, unspoken

The words are buried,

Unmarked in their grave

My tongue lies heavy

Unlifted unswayed.

They've forgotten to dance

Lost in frustration

Where are my words?

Why have they been taken?

My throat is a gate

Fast closed, key turned

My mind is racing

But my intention is spurned

I have something

But my words are lost

Fighting the air

My throat burns with thought

But there are no words

No way

My hearts in my throat

And its there to stay

[writing-prompt-s]

You were once the most powerful villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor super hero who isn’t aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes..but you step in.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

 She asks him why maybe a dozen times before they decide to get married. It’s not hard to figure out where he goes in the little hours of the morning, not hard to follow him to the edges of forests and abandoned towns and deserts, not hard to smell the spandex, blood and sweat that he wears home. He’s always got bags under his eyes and dirt under his nails and the blood that stains their welcome mat is more often his than not.

So she asks him why before they decide to get married because for all her mysteries, she can’t have him be one.

(Hypocrite isn’t the worst name she’s ever been called.)

He hardly looks surprised at the question, lips quirking as his fingers find the condensation on the glass in front of him. He runs his forefinger up the side, the move thoughtlessly seductive, before drawing it away. The water follows, a thin stream of twisting molecules for a long moment before the tension snaps and it forms a circle hovering above the pad of his finger.

“I may not be a Superhero,” he says, “or even a hero. But when I needed someone, when I really needed someone, a superhero was there. It’s an amazing thing to experience. The rescue. The salvation. It’s…indescribable. It makes you thankful in way you didn’t know you could be.” He allows the water to drop to the diner table and gives her a warm, nostalgic smile. “I want everyone to have that, even if it’s just some guy in a mask with a spray of water at his command. I became Zone for that and I’ve never regretted it. Not once. ”

She’s surprised by the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. She hasn’t cried in public for years, normally doesn’t even have to worry about the possibility after years of being on guard. That’s what’s special about Gannon; he makes her feel vulnerable and safe all at once. Comforted. Able to exist within herself, at peace.

She reaches past her empty breakfast plate to cover his hand with her hot palm. The smile she returns is new, her most precious treasure and something she’d never think twice about giving him.

He’s the one who helped her find it after all.

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[fallingfo]

Too far from you

Glowing blue screen,

Keeps me from you.

A faltering keyboard

Is the best i can do.

We're so far apart,

Miles and miles of land

Seem to stretch even further

When all I want is your hand.

Something tangible,

Something I can hold,

Something to cling to

When all I feel is cold.

Tears track down

Well establish pathways.

My heart is an ache,

Longing for the distant days.

The sun seems so cold,

The ground is drained,

The world could end,

And i wouldn't feel half as pained.

But i count down the days,

That carry me to you.

Id find a hundred ways

To make your skies blue.

Impatience, longing

These things fill my heart

Its beat echos, resounding

How long till I depart?

Your smile is the world to me

Pixelated or not.

But may I say, the real thing

Could make my heart stop

[fallingfo]

She smiles

She smiles

And I fall.

Ground rushing up

But I never hit

She keeps me suspended

With every laugh

The ground seems closer

Every touch

And I can almost feel

The impact.

Our friendship like a

Faltering parashute

Flapping in the wind behind me

It cannot stop the decent

Merely remind me how

Much the ground will hurt

Yet I fall,

I cannot stop

She smiles

And I welcome the ground.

[fallingfo]

Our friendship

Our friendship is a daisy chain,

crafted with patience and love.

With each flower we grow,

each gentle addition amassing

until, its long enough to be remarkable

and fragile enough to break.

If our friendship is a daisy chain,

Then i must be the gentle pull

Of gravity, beckoning it to break.

Our friendship is a robins nest,

masterfully collected, gently weaved.

Every twig we add is unique,

its story, its location utterly its own

for every nest is its own, and

I would have no other in place

of the one we have build, and yet.

If our friendship is a robins nest,

Then i must be the wind, rocking it

From the tree, and pulling it apart.

Our friendship is a rabbits burrow,

cosy and forgiving, built bit by bit.

Each path a new direction, adventure

is with you, ever expanding, the only

limit that is placed is our own.

Even the dirt seems so precious,

when you might call it 'home'.

But if our friendship is a rabbits burrow,

Then i must be the shaking ground,

Breaking tunnels from above you,

Destroying all we ever made.

If our friendship is something precious,

Something worth the time it took,

Then my love must be its reckoning

Destroying everything, because

Something precious was not enough.

[fallingfo]

A thousand things

They touch upon my lips

Only for you to turn from me

I fall silent, I fade away

Thoughts scream nonsense

Belligerent, insulting, and unending

They richoche through my mind

A thousand bullets, a thousand lies

Smile plastic, eyes are glazed

These bullets have hurt me

A thousand diffrent ways

You turn from me again

[fallingfo]

Should I miss you?

I walk alone

Along a beach

A lake, a forest

Any place beyond your reach

Searching and seeking

For answers I cannot find

Why do I miss you?

Why are you etched into my mind?

I hold my hands

A mockery of you

A pale immitation

For I have lost all I knew

How can I hate

Yet idealize

A thousand memorys

Of your eyes

Who are you to me?

Now that you've gone

Should I weep?

For all that went wrong

[fallingfo]

My heart, My mind, My fear

My heart is too heavy For me to lift Im falling too fast I am not a feather, I will not drift

My guts will twist My lungs will heave My fingers will fiddle I cannot untie I struggle to breathe My hands will not settle My mind grants me no reprieve

My mouth is too dry I cannot swallow my doubts Im buried too deep, I cry out for help But no one lets me out

My mind will darken My pulse will race My foot will stamp I search for a light I cannot lower its pace My foot will not still My panic is the only embrace

My mind screams I sink In a lake of self hate Grant me a breathe Set me free I shout these things But the only listener Is me