i threatened to love you that nightit rained gold from the trees last night
but when i woke i saw
that all around me, those trees had bled
from amber to embers.
(much in the same way, my heart was broken that night you left me
with your gold in my pocket,
with my blood on your shoes.
4 am thoughtsi wish i could tell you all about the things i cough up late at night
-but i know you'd much rather have me choke on them instead.
(201): a suburban hauntingWhen we were teenagers
Do you remember travelling around the county,
Meeting and making new friends over the course of this
last remaining period of young-adult-hood?
--Drinking and smoking and and throwing up and crying were things I didn't realize would be part of the package (you insisted).
(201): its been quite some time since ive traveled with friendly company in search of suburban adventure.
It always felt like everything was empty and inert during the day,
Only coming back to life after the clock struck 8;
Headlights on 17 of cars going well past 50 used to remind me
of the way blood pumps in and out of a heart,
--But only memories of late night diner runs, rooftop menageries, and terrible boyfriends have remained (but you insisted).
(201): i cant,
Now when I drive through those same streets
I notice that everything is truly dead;
Not in the sense that these places are ghost towns,
But in the sense that all the people I've met
through the course of my life have gone missing
Helreieth Brynhildar-because when you asked me for something to believe in:
"patron saint of clean public restrooms
patron saint of coffee as black as satan's soul
patron saint of fall out boy song titles
patron saint of store clerks that still accept expired coupons
patron saint of al bundy
patron saint of people who sleep in their cars during their lunch break
patron saint of diners
patron saint of post-rock song titles"
I wasn't sure of what to say
I was thinking of magnificent things for you to believe in
or something like a crescendo in a Bon Iver song
I wanted to help you swim up to the surface
because we both needed get some air
-there are still things we could laugh about in this life:
"patron saint of trick-or-treaters over the age of 16
patron saint of lil' wayne's tattoos
patron saint of fall fashion
patron saint of bad puns
patron saint of fluffy dogs
patron saint of internet memes
patron saint of hilarious vine videos"
I wanted to envelope you in the Viking round shield of my arms
Cafe NoirLevi is a tea sort of person; he doesn't mind the smell of coffee, but he can't stand the taste. It doesn't matter how much milk or sugar is put into the drink, it's simply too strong. The dark color of the liquid combined with the thickness of the taste- Levi figured that was what made it hard to swallow. But the smell. The smell was good, that's something you can't argue against. The smell lingered, on fingertips, breath, clothes and hallways; it followed its drinkers around throughout the day.
Hanji was a coffee sort of person; known throughout the base as possibly jokingly having a "death before decaf" tattoo somewhere on their body. But coffee was a necessary for them- the barracks occasionally lacked heat during the colder months, and it always helped having something piping hot in your hands to slug down your throat. But that was a superficial reason, a far as Hanji was concerned. No, the true reason was that in terms of the completion of their research, one of the