good poem

Snap judgement.

A spider-web of cracks,
Spans my world.
End to end, distorting my view
Colouring them in shades
Other than grey.
Lining my conversations
In hues of reds and blues.
They glisten and glimmer
Catching light at wrong angles
Creating rainbows momentarily
At distracting moments.
But no one sees that.
What they see is
Something broken
To be fixed and made normal.
What they see is
A stark gash upon comforting familiarity
Of black and white and grey.
The lovely symphony of colours
Remains unseen, unheard, unnoticed.

The cracks are fault-lines
In my world view
Colourful but faults, hence wrong.
Wrong and hence, guilty.
To be repaired,
Passes the judgement.
The gavel’s already on it’s way down.

@aigismakotosmile3 They mean saving Makoto Yuki/Minato’s soul/freeing him from the Seal. Him being the seal isn’t a permanent fix. The permanent fix is if they can find a way to destroy Erebus for good. If Minato’s Seal breaks it pretty much means the end of the world, but not just that but it basically means he suffers a fate worse than death. Because, if a body dies it goes to the Sea of the Souls in which they can be reborn as another human or something, but Minato can’t do that cause he’s the Seal. If the Seal is destroyed, then so is his soul. So he suffers the most permanent death if his soul is destroyed (I think I read somewhere that if his soul is destroyed his existence is written out of the universe like he wasn’t there at all, “fate worse than death, forgotten” good ol’ P2 poem to hit you in the feels right there ;w;). 

Bravery is more powerful than perfection
Is this something you sense?
Your tangled thoughts being silenced
Is worth not taking a chance?


Bravery is more difficult than perfection
Is this something you find?
Painting the entire canvas
Is harder than colouring between the lines


Bravery is more honest than perfection
Is this something you rejoice?
While the world demands perfection
Being brave frees your voice


Bravery is more creative than perfection
Is this something you know?
The fear of failure stilling your pen
Keeps your inner world from being shown


Bravery is more beautiful than perfection 
Is this something you see?
Facing the world as your flawed self
Is the most beautiful you can be

—  Bravery > Perfection
every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.
—  Warsan Shire

things i am still learning part iii:

love isnt love if it’s not unconditional. don’t let anyone pick and choose which qualities you should keep and which habits you should discard. the words “i love you” should never be followed by the word “but,” and if they can’t handle your hurricane nights they don’t deserve your warm breeze days.

sometimes you need to be awful. be dirty, filthy, cruel. burn photos like you used to in high school. smoke cigarettes in his sweater because he always hated the smell. you can decide if you want to wash it before you give it back. you can decide how far to take it.

be reckless if it makes you feel more alive. adrenaline rushes are so commonly sought after, and you’ll never understand why until you feel your heart gasping for air.

prove yourself right. if you have any small reason not to completely trust someone, chances are you’re onto something. don’t let anyone have your trust if they don’t deserve it.

don’t waste your time on anyone who won’t spend their time with you. if he’s always hours late, if he cancels to be with others, if he isn’t willing to call you on the phone every so often just to talk, break all the clocks in your bedroom. smash the watch you’ve kept since you were a kid. it’s just not worth it.

if he calls you crazy for asking questions, you already guessed the answer. leave. and don’t you dare go back.

continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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he’s cute, and smart, and tall

but he’s neck deep in a world i’m only starting to be a part of

and he smells of cigarettes,
i smell of Chanel’s Mademoiselle

- // the good girl and the boy that smokes
a.j.e (via @smells-like-teensluts)

sometimes my mother tells me she loves me and i don’t want to say it back / i say it anyway. she taught me long ago that what i want is not as important as what other people need.

i am still trying to untangle that lie.

sometimes my father hugs me like i am all he has left in this world. i want nothing more than to leave. i stay because i carry his heart on my shoulders and my shoulders are already shaking. if i move it will fall.

i refuse to break hearts if i can help it / i cannot always help it.

yesterday i fell in love with an idea, with a floating cloud of dust / half-invisible / choking on air, on the particles of you.

tomorrow i will try to remind myself to look at the stars. i will forget to stare at the sky but this is fine / this is fine / i can find them in your eyes just as easy. next week i will try to remind myself to hold your hand. i will forget.

i am too busy staring at andromeda / the chained maiden. love never lasts and this is how i navigate home.

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