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Melody in My MindShhh...
Do you hear it?
voice of street,
hearts that beat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape
Dave x Reader - Bodyguard - Chapter Eight [FINAL]It was finally the end of the school day. You wanted to talk to Dave about what he had said during gym class to ask him if it was actually true. You thought that since he was cool, he was messing with your head or something. You hoped to gog that it was real though.
Karkat had said he would meet you out front on the stone steps. You sat on them, waiting patiently. Something in your head told you to just leave him and meet up with him at home, but you knew he would be mad if you did that, so you just sat and waited. You always wondered why it took Karkat so long at the end of each day. You figured he was just having some kind of anger fit about his locker getting jammed or something. That was what usually kept him.
You heard footsteps coming towards you. You jumped off the step immediately. “Karky, what took you so-“ You stopped, seeing that it wasn’t your brother standing before you.
It was Vriska and her gang of gruesome high bloods.
You weren’t sure whether to
DavexReader - Intense StareI’m just sitting there, minding my own business, reading a paperback, when suddenly Dave bats the book away, his hands planted on the floor between my knees and leaning forward, mere centimeters from my face, his shades elsewhere for once. With the couch at my back, there’s no way to move away to get more space between us, but I seriously question if I want to. This close, the faint sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose is slightly more obvious, and his eyebrows and eyelashes are perfectly visible. Normally, they’re virtually invisible, their fairness blending into the sun-kissed paleness of his skin, and the former usually concealed under a sweep of perfectly styled bangs anyway. As it is, there’s the slightest pinch between and under his brows, and- Wow. His crimson eyes are half-shaded, the cardinal of his irises deepening to brick under the scimitars of his lashes. Flecked with burgundy, cherry, crimson, and
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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