New Kid...?
Hey guys. :3 I'm Ryan, I'm new.
I usually fanfic it up...but for some reason I'm seriously daunted by the good fics here. D:
So...I wrote a poem..? O_o;
Anyway, I'm new...but I hope you enjoy my free-form. >>;
Title: He and Me
Author: Reonin
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harvey/Joker
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight Language, Implied Slash
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned aren't mine. Despite my desire for them to be. D:
Summary: The Joker's chaotic ideals play out as music in poems in his head. The change in Harvey is just as beautiful, if not more, then the greatest of all art.
Author Notes: Little Free-form. Joker thinking, so it's a bit erratic.
Just another face. They all look alike.
Think on it, really stare. Really see.
Can you see it?
It's an It, yes It is. It is mankind. It is a human race. Not humanrace. A race of them, the humans.
They're so...weird.
If I may so use the term.
Dressed in clothes they wont wear again.
They all look the same. Terrified, with wide eyes and powdered cheeks.
Every fucking one.
Well, nearly.
You see...apart from the It...I found a he.
A specific He, that was part of the It, but is now just a He.
He's a He. Like me.
He was once a part of the It, but saw how...gorgeous we could be. We being, the He and Me.
We were different. Excluded. Dead to the world around him and I?
Well...It has so sense of humor.
But I see He and He sees me and there it is.
He's gorgeous. A picture of perfection.
My perfect student.
He and Me and We are all together. The He and...Him, I suppose.
Though Him never come out anymore, He wont let him.
But you can see Him.
In that half a smile, with half the soft blond hair, half the nose. The ever-constantly open blue eye that swiveled and pulled to attempt to function.
The pulling tendons, the snapping muscles with every grin.
Now, watching He raising a gun.
Oh, I tingle to think.
Just another face, this person who's bleeding.
Quite rudely, all over my shoes. They didn't even ask.
Just another face. Blown in by that erotic bang from the barrel of a gun.
Held by the hand that held me that evening.
We, He and Me, making blood run and sweat pour.
We'd won the Race already.
They just...didn't see it yet.
I usually fanfic it up...but for some reason I'm seriously daunted by the good fics here. D:
So...I wrote a poem..? O_o;
Anyway, I'm new...but I hope you enjoy my free-form. >>;
Title: He and Me
Author: Reonin
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harvey/Joker
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight Language, Implied Slash
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned aren't mine. Despite my desire for them to be. D:
Summary: The Joker's chaotic ideals play out as music in poems in his head. The change in Harvey is just as beautiful, if not more, then the greatest of all art.
Author Notes: Little Free-form. Joker thinking, so it's a bit erratic.
Just another face. They all look alike.
Think on it, really stare. Really see.
Can you see it?
It's an It, yes It is. It is mankind. It is a human race. Not humanrace. A race of them, the humans.
They're so...weird.
If I may so use the term.
Dressed in clothes they wont wear again.
They all look the same. Terrified, with wide eyes and powdered cheeks.
Every fucking one.
Well, nearly.
You see...apart from the It...I found a he.
A specific He, that was part of the It, but is now just a He.
He's a He. Like me.
He was once a part of the It, but saw how...gorgeous we could be. We being, the He and Me.
We were different. Excluded. Dead to the world around him and I?
Well...It has so sense of humor.
But I see He and He sees me and there it is.
He's gorgeous. A picture of perfection.
My perfect student.
He and Me and We are all together. The He and...Him, I suppose.
Though Him never come out anymore, He wont let him.
But you can see Him.
In that half a smile, with half the soft blond hair, half the nose. The ever-constantly open blue eye that swiveled and pulled to attempt to function.
The pulling tendons, the snapping muscles with every grin.
Now, watching He raising a gun.
Oh, I tingle to think.
Just another face, this person who's bleeding.
Quite rudely, all over my shoes. They didn't even ask.
Just another face. Blown in by that erotic bang from the barrel of a gun.
Held by the hand that held me that evening.
We, He and Me, making blood run and sweat pour.
We'd won the Race already.
They just...didn't see it yet.