Poem: Places
Titel: Places
Author:
xiotonks
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13 I guess. For the use of my new favorite word. (Not motherfucker. The other one)
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Disclaimer: The fucked up fantasy is mine. Everything else isn't
Summary: Your life is nothing but a mass of places you've seen...
Riyadh in the early seventies,
Dark eyed child growing up,
First steps are taken, carefully,
First words are spoken, curiously,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Tel Aviv brings first written words,
Unknown sounds, smells, tastes, people,
Hebrew sounding funnier than Arabic,
Feeling left out the first time,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Dubai bringing back known tongues,
Nannies call her ‘too wild’,
Finding friends to confide in,
Arabic culture feels like home,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Kyiv making everything different,
Having troubles learning Russian,
Building a mask she loathes,
Sharing first kiss - with a girl,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Brussels has her finishing school,
Fucking girls better than boys,
Speaking fluent French after weeks,
Belgium chocolate perfect against depression,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Quantico slowly becomes new home,
Making her feel finally needed,
Feeling like having a family,
One agent being constantly present,
Making blue her favorite color.
Georgia causing pain and heartache,
Fearing her family could break,
Building up walls even higher,
Comforting only one of them,
Making blue her favorite color.
New Orleans causes heavy depression,
Watching looks last too long,
Takeoff makes her feel relieved,
Feeling guilty eyes on her,
Making blue her favorite color.
Milwaukee makes her realize things,
She’s unable to stay away,
Risking her life for family
Hand on shoulder spreading warmth,
making blue her favorite color.
Miami steals her living will,
Later she’s blocking her doorway,
Blue eyes hard, voice cold,
The first time in her life,
She doesn’t want an answer.
Author:
xiotonks
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13 I guess. For the use of my new favorite word. (Not motherfucker. The other one)
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Disclaimer: The fucked up fantasy is mine. Everything else isn't
Summary: Your life is nothing but a mass of places you've seen...
Riyadh in the early seventies,
Dark eyed child growing up,
First steps are taken, carefully,
First words are spoken, curiously,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Tel Aviv brings first written words,
Unknown sounds, smells, tastes, people,
Hebrew sounding funnier than Arabic,
Feeling left out the first time,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Dubai bringing back known tongues,
Nannies call her ‘too wild’,
Finding friends to confide in,
Arabic culture feels like home,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Kyiv making everything different,
Having troubles learning Russian,
Building a mask she loathes,
Sharing first kiss - with a girl,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Brussels has her finishing school,
Fucking girls better than boys,
Speaking fluent French after weeks,
Belgium chocolate perfect against depression,
Questions asked and answers denied.
Quantico slowly becomes new home,
Making her feel finally needed,
Feeling like having a family,
One agent being constantly present,
Making blue her favorite color.
Georgia causing pain and heartache,
Fearing her family could break,
Building up walls even higher,
Comforting only one of them,
Making blue her favorite color.
New Orleans causes heavy depression,
Watching looks last too long,
Takeoff makes her feel relieved,
Feeling guilty eyes on her,
Making blue her favorite color.
Milwaukee makes her realize things,
She’s unable to stay away,
Risking her life for family
Hand on shoulder spreading warmth,
making blue her favorite color.
Miami steals her living will,
Later she’s blocking her doorway,
Blue eyes hard, voice cold,
The first time in her life,
She doesn’t want an answer.