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Sa panaginip na langParang mainit na kaldero ang buong paligid at ako'y nasa loob nito. Niluluto sa apoy na hindi naman nagniningas. Ni walang ilaw na nagmumula roon. Nasa ibabaw ang ilaw na nakakabit sa kuryenteng nagpapatakbo sa bintilador na maingay. Sumasaliw ang ingay na iyon sa tugtog ng gitarang kumakawala mula sa headset na nakasabit sa aking mga tenga.
Nakaupo at nakatulala sa kawalan sa isang gabing walang bituin ang maaaninag sa nakasarang bintanang tanging mga ilaw lang ng mga sasakyang dumadaan sa kalye ang dumudungaw. Nag-iisip ng kahit ano. Inaalala ang nakaraan, at hinaharap. Magigising pa ba ako bukas? O matutulog na lang habambuhay sa isang kahimbingang tinutugtugan ng bandang paulit-ulit at ayaw tumigil na kanta. Tila walang hanggan.
At pumikit ang aking mga mata.
Sabay sara ng aking utak sa mundong ginagalawan ng katawan kong gawa sa kinakalawang na bakal at sa makalansing na tanso.
At naglakbay ang aking diwa sa mundo ng panaginip.
Nandoon ka na naman kaya? Parang ayaw ko na ang makit
AlaalaMga sandaling walang ninais kundi ang ikaw ay makasama, ayaw nang matapos, tila wala nang pag-asang makawala ang puso sa pagkagapos sa tanikala ng kalungkutang bumabalot sa kabuuan ng puso't isipan. Pilit mang ika'y limutin mula sa alaala ay tumatambad sa gunita ang lahat ng nangyari na, mga alaalang kaysimple't kaysaya na nagpapangiti sa aking mga labi ngunit nagpapaluha sa akin mga mata. Inaasan sa tuwina'y ikaw ang kayakap at magbibigay init sa magiginaw kong gabi, maka-akbay sabay sa panonood ng paglubog ng araw, dalangi'y sana ikaw ngayon ang nasa tabi. Hanggang ngayo'y nasisilayan pa rin sa isip ang napakaganda mong ngiti, ang marahan mong tawa at ang iyong nakatutunaw na titig, ngunit 'di maglalao'y pati ang mga maliliit na bagay na itong pinanghahawakan sa aking alaala'y maglalaho na ring parang bula, gaya ng sa iyong paglisan. 'Di magtatagal ay unti-unti na ring mawawalan ng saysay ang mabuhay pa, kung nabubuhay naman lang din para sa wala. Nagsimula ang lahat sa pag-ibig, sig
Sapat Na Ang Makamusta KaTaon na ang abot ng kayang mabilang nang huli akong ngumiti at naging ganito kasaya. Sa parehong dahilan, sa parehong paraan
Mga simpleng salitang nakikita lamang, at iniisip na lang na kunwari ay naririnig, ang nasa harapan, sa isang inanimate object na hindi maaaring halikan. Ngunit sa isip, mukha mo ang nakikita at nananaginip ng gising na sa'yo ay nakikipagtawanan.
Tila musika ang tunog na likha ng keyboard na pinipindot ng mga nanginginig na daliri na pilit sinasabi ang mga katagang hinding-hindi maisasatinig kung ikaw mismo ang nasa harapan, 'ni hindi na nga makahinga't makapag-isip ng diretso.
Paulit-ulit, rumerehistro ang mukha mo sa isipan; nakangiti, nakatawa, umaawit, nagagalit, naiinis, humahagikgik, kaytamis, nakatitig, natutuwa, nakakabighani ka, nakakamangha.
Iniisip ang gagawin kung sakaling makita ka. Iiwas ba o babati? Magtatago o sa'yo ay ngingiti? O tuluyang kakapalan ang mukha at yayakapin ka. O kaya ay tititigan ka, unti-unting lalapit, ngingiti, at yayakapi
Isang PamamaalamWalang magawa sa buhay. Tinta ng bolpen na natatapon sa sahig at nakadudulas sa tangang 'di tumitingin sa dinadaanan. Wala ring masuot na damit dahil lahat ay nasunog na sa init ng araw na nagpapanatili sa kanilang hindi kagusutan na parang plantsa, gayon din ang paglalagay ng sunog na amoy na paborito kong pabango. Sapatos ko'y pudpod na sa kalalakad ng aking mga paa sa isipan habang ako'y nakaupo dito at pinupudpod ang mga dulo ng daliring sumisipat sa keyboard, nanghuhula kung tama ba ang letrang pinipindot dahil medyo madilim minsan at nakapatay ang ilaw. Lampara sa gitna ng kakahuyan na natumba at nagsisimula ng sunog sa tuyong damuhan na inubusan ng pandilig ng letseng tag-araw na walang ulan at tuyo ang hangin. Damuhong nakaupo sa gitna ng silid na pinintahan ng tala ang kisame at mga bundok at ulap naman ang mga dingding. Nagsasalita, wala namang sinasabi. Umaawit na parang mayang humuhuni sa gitna ng hurnong yelo ang liyab, kumakandirit na parang tipaklong na walang pakpak dah
Every Little Thing That's YouJust gonna sing you a love song,
And promise to go away after
Singing my heart not for too long,
Though, I'd not promise, forever
I'll stay away from you,
Not now, 'cause you're part of
Every little thing that I do.
Just gonna take this pen to my hand
And write all I got to say,
Should I make you understand
The things my heart put in play
In this game we call love?
Need it be, I'll give up
Every little thing that I have.
Just gonna look at you from afar
And shout words you won't hear,
Saving wishes to a certain star,
This things I'd give you my dear,
It is destines, or maybe not,
Not you that I will share this
Every little thing I got
Just gonna dream here while I lay
And my wishes take their flight,
Sooner, come true, they may
Then I will win this fight
In which, myself I knew,
Now every little thing became
Every little thing that's you.
Our WorldWide awake
In this this god damned fake
Of a world i'm in
Wishin' and beggin'
To stop all these
Nonsense and cease
All things that should be
Nonexistent says Thee
Gising PaSobrang dilim, ni walang maaninag. Sa labas ng bintana, nakatingin. Maghahatinggabi na, wala ng ilaw na bukas. Naghahanap ng munting alitaptap na lumilipad sa mga puno o mga bituing nagkukubli sa ilalim ng mga ulap. Mga mata'y kusang pumipikit, inaantok. Nanlalabo, paningi'y nahaharangan ng mga luhang biglang nabuo sa pagdaan ng isang iglap. Napapikit lang ay nagsimula nang umagos na parang umuulan na rin sa langit. At nagsimula na ngang umulan.
Sobrang lamig, giniginaw. Nagnanais lamang na magkumot sa mga yakap mo. Napakahigpit, hindi na makahinga. Naninikip ang dibdib sa pangungulila. Sa iyong halik, humihiling sa 'di masilayang bituin.
Inaantok na'y nakakapit pa rin sa katotohanang gusto ko nang bitawan. Katotohanang hindi ka kapiling. Katotohanang hindi ka sa akin. Kahit kailan ay hindi ka na magiging akin.
Pipikit na lang at sasariwain ang mga alaala nang tayo'y magkatabi habang nakatitig sa pagbabago ng kulay ng kalangitan sa bawat madaling araw na inubos ng ating mga pusong nag-
Sa Araw ng 'Yong KasalAno kaya'ng gagawin ko, kapag dumating yung araw na naglalakad ka patungo sa altar sa simbahan. Suot-suot and puti at mahabang damit pangkasal. At ako Nasa isang sulok hindi alam ang gagawin, nagsusumiksik ang puso sa loob habang ako nama'y nagsusumiksik din sa sulok ng aking kwarto. Habang inaantay ka ng iyong pinakamamahal na lumapit sa kanya at pakasalan ka na.
Daig ko pa may sakit sa puso sa tindi ng pagsikip ng aking dibdib. Walang nangyari sa una, nag-iisa at huling pag-ibig na dumating sa buhay ko. Ang nag-iisang babaeng nakasilaw sa malabo kong mga mata gamit ang napakaganda niyang ngiti. Ang nagpatalon sa lumpo kong puso. Mahina ako.
Daig ko pa asong tumatakbo palayo nang bahag ang buntot. Daig pa ng mga mata ko ang pag-ulan ng langit. Sumisigaw na lang ang puso ko sa loob.
Grabe, para kong humihinga ng walang hangin. Nauuhaw ngunit walang mainom, gutom na wala ng makakain. BInubulong na lang sa hangin, mahal na mahal kita. Hinahayaan na lang na umagos ang mga luhang lum
Loki x Pregnant Reader“I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room.
“Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down.
“I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee.
It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and humming.
“Hi honey!” You greeted your husband excitedly as Loki passed through the doorway. He either mumbled a hi or grunted in return, this early in the morning it was nearly impossible to differentiate the two, but you just smiled on and flipped the pages.
“So when my pregnancy starts to show do you think I’ll be on
Weather (Malik x reader x Altair)
Altaïr was covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy material of his assassin's robes. The moment his feet hit the ground before the bureau in Jerusalem his motivation leapt and crashed. He'd have to climb once more in the gruelling heat. But after that, he could rest. That is, if Malik did not order him out like last time. Why did the sun have to be so tortiously slow at burning him to death as he climbed?
Altaïr dropped from the grating and dipped a hand in the fountain. He splashed his face clean, uncomfortable and wishing nothing more than to escape the heat. Escape the sun and everything else. But he could not spend all day over the sun-warmed water.
He pulled out a feather stained in red and placed it on the counter inside the room. There it was more humid but not as hot, and Altaïr fought the urge not to pant.
"The target has been dealt with."
You glanced up from your scroll on the desk, your own face slightly pink tinged. Altaïr dismissed it in his mind
Mentor and Student (Malik x reader)
The heat was sticky and humid, patience had been wearing thin, and yet you poured over another book. Strands of your hair fell onto the pages and you felt fingers pull it back behind your ear. It brushed against your cheek, making you pause and lean ever so slightly in it. You received a flick to the back of your head for that, for stopping writing and reading.
"You must finish this by night."
Malik's voice was strong and lined with pride. And why wouldn't he be? He was the only man capable of being both a scholar and assassin to masterful levels. He was pacing back and forth while reading, sometimes sitting for hour long stretches to write page after page. He already created a new map of Masyaf and were doing various duties befitting a Rafiq.
"I will." You gave a sigh which made him raise his head and stare at you from your seat. "But can we not practice outside? We spent most of the day planning. How will this help somebody on the field?"
Malik's eyes fell slightly in a glare which m
Levi/Rivaille x Reader- LeavesA frigid December morning. The corporal had ordered you to rake up some leaves so that the soldiers could train. You huffed as you swept another pile of leaves into the much larger pile you;d created in the center of the field. Your (f/c) scarf began to slip from around your neck, causing you to drop the rake immediately. When it fell it just happened to land on your foot, causing you to let out a yelp.
Behind you, you hears laughter followed by a 'tch' sound.
"Not funny, Levi." You grumbled as he tapped hos foot teasingly.
" You're right. It's not funny. it's hilarious."
"Shut up, meanie." You then bent down to pick up your rake. Before you even realized what was happening, you were face down in the massive pile of leaves.
You turned your head to see Levi. He was laughing. Again. Which was extremely out of character. That meant that you probably looked fabulously pathetic at the moment. You grumbled and reached for his ankle. You grabbed it and tugged angrily
Marry Me Tony x Reader The air was filled with thick black smoke and your lungs burned and heaved as they tried to take in what little oxygen they could. Sweat poured off you as you quickly maneuvered your way to the window furthest from the raging fire behind you. You threw open the window as fast as you could and took a deep breath of the cleaner air. Your eyes scoured the area surrounding your apartment building but the welcomed sight of red engines was nowhere to be seen. You cast a fearful look behind you at the fire rushing towards you.
With tears in your eyes you turned back to your only option of escape, the window. After all plummeting six stories unto concrete had to be better than getting burned alive. With tears flowing freely and only one sob you leapt through the window just as the flames began to lick at your feet. Your eyes screwed shut as you free-fell to what would presumably be your death.
It didn’t take long
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader
I'll Be Your Heart Antonio X Shy!Depressed!Reader
There was once a girl named (y/n). She was a very quiet girl who always keeps to herself. She loves to draw and read but most of all, she loves to sing. The thing is, is that no one knew she can sing. At school, she is always being made fun of and bullied for being so quiet. She would get depressed from all the things they do to her like call her a b*tch or a wh*re. They pull her hair, punch and kick her and not even at home she is safe. Her little sisters always hurt her verbally and emotionally. They call her fat and ugly and that they can’t wait until her funeral. (y/n)’s mother doesn’t do anything and neither does her father. The only people that care for her is her best friends but they are all back at (far away city). She didn’t want to leave but her parents forced her.
One day after school, (y/n) was running and crying once her last class ended. ‘F*ck this f**king school! F*ck this place! I hate it h
Russia x Tall!Reader- Marry Me?You sat next to your boyfriend Ivan on the sofa, cuddling. "Sunflower?" He asked. "Yes?" You replied. "Were you made fun of as a child?" He asked with his puppy-eyed look. "A bit." You said. You always felt awful when Ivan had his flashbacks. "Were there whispers behind your back?" His grip on your leg grew tight. "More than I was comfortable with." You said. "So...you do understand why I get like this so often..?" His childlike face just made your heart sink. "Of course." You smiled sweetly at him. "How come you're never upset?" He asked. "You were the only man who agreed to date me. All the others were afraid. So I just feel blessed to have you." Your smile widened, but when you looked down Ivan was crying. You lost him. He was in the world of his childhood memories. He had his head stuffed into your chest and was squeezing your hand.
-Time skip to two hours later-
"I-I'm sorry..." Ivan said after coming back to earth. "It's okay." You said. "I just...lost myself..." He
The girl made of broken glass“I can hurt you…You know that…”
He shrugs as if to say ‘I don’t even care’
“I mean…I can really hurt you…”
He reaches out to her, stepping forward as she backs away.
She shakes her head. “I…I can’t…”
“Yes you can. And I’m not moving until you do.”
She sighs and stands still for a moment before reaching a hand out to him.
“I warned you.”
His smile fades as his hand grips hers.
“Let go…Please let go of my hand…I don’t want you hurt!”
He holds her hand tighter in spite of the blood flowing between his fingers, pooling on the floor.
“No…I won’t…” he grinds his teeth together
She stands there crying, trying to get him to let go.
“If you love me at all…You’ll let go!”
He looks at her sadly, then pulls his bleeding hand away.
Yoga Bruce x Reader Classical music poured from your docked IPod as you spread your yoga mat on the floor of the gym. With a small sigh of pleasure you eased your stiff body into the downward dog position. Unknown to you a certain red-faced scientist was trying his hardest to get the perverted thoughts in his head to go away while your tense muscles unwound. But those thoughts only intensified as you swiftly changed into upward dog. A small war waged inside Bruce’s mind as he had to choose between going in there and grabbing Tony’s earpiece or turning around and telling Tony he couldn’t find it.
The first choice won by a landslide after he put some thought into the second one. Tony would probably come to find it himself and he was the type of guy that would give action to the type of thoughts that were currently entertaining Bruce’s mind. The mere thought of Tony trying anything, or worse getting somewhere, made him want to Hu
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