The Only Ducati Paningale Here

I like motorcycles, school isnt my neck of the woods, and I like music a whole bunch. Enjoy!

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The Only Ducati Paningale Here

I like motorcycles, school isnt my neck of the woods, and I like music a whole bunch. Enjoy!

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Pop His Veins

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

( TW: abuse)

He had vascular arms and hands, but he never worked out. Always stained, but always clean. His hands connected to his lithe yet muscular arms, the ones that beat me. Those stains on his hands were always wiped clean. Maybe someday i’d see things my way. Pop the veins, cover his stains. I’d be free, and maybe live with guilt. I’d be free. His poor blood trapped in his veins, clawing...

A White Lie

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

3 min read

( this is like when you flip to a random page in a book and get a juicy plot even though you got no clue what’s going on )

“ Yeah. Dad has a few hours left, don’t he?” My fiance looked at me, his expression blank. I nodded, holding his hand as we continued to drive through the rain pounding against the car. “ You know, I forgave him for what he did.” My fiance said again, this time, his jaw was ...

Mystery

Oh, The Irony

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

Like a man stubborn

Like a heart torn

Like an angry heart

Like a vengeful heart

Like a sad heart

Like a nostalgic heart

Like an agonizing heart…

Like the tides we wish to breathe in without break. Cant we? No, no we cant. But he’ll stand there, waiting for my downfall the more he whispers to me. Yet he’s a coward, he whispers from a distance. He knows i’ll grab him by the ear and show him who tr...

A Sister

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

Blue eyes, brown eyes.

Shorter, taller.

Brown hair, golden hair.

Competitive, not.

Diabetic, not.

Wounded..

Wounded.

Please dont leave, Piper.

Just dont.

If you leave, so will parts of my world.

Parts of me.

I will internally bleed.

I will internally break.

I will internally hurt.

I will internally sob.

I will internally crumble.

My world will crumble without you beside me.

Those silly hands...

Thunder.

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

Room 106, I think.

I step in, immediately greeted with the acrid smell of Axe Body Spray.

_Oh no._

I feel my heart drop.

A guy?

I simply kept walking, trying to justify how I felt about this stupid situation.

Yet the more I walked into the room, the more my nose burned with the smell of testosterone and other cologne smelling scents.

I just walked into my room, which I then procceeded to cover my ...

Time Is Running Out

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

( not doing a poem cause yall know I aint rock like that.)

The more I dont hug my mother the more I see her age showing.

The more I see it hurt.

The more I see myself growing.

Growing without her.

Soon, without her guidance.

Without her motherly affections to keep my going everyday.

So I stopped spending so many hours mindlessely scrolling with no avail, to find that I much rather enjoy talking ...

A Small mishap

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

2 min read

I did do well trying to avoid every camera and guard stationed everywhere.

It was like a maze, but in this case, I knew where I was going.

Yet I had someone tailing me.

Someone I really, really didnt want to be tailing me.

He was known as a flirty dude, but with ill intent.

Only to me he was known as a flirty dude, because i’m the only one who had ever encountered him anyways..

I simply began maki...

Humour

Dinner’s Served

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

2 min read

“ Bye Katie!” Chirped my friend Cassie. I was twelve at the time. I waved and said my own goodbyes, soon closing the door, my mom smiling, and looking at me.

“ Did you have a good day?”

She asked.

I nodded, a wide grin on my face, almost sickly.

My mother chuckled and nodded, and headed into the kitchen.

“ I’ll be making dinner.”

I nodded and went upstairs, my feet dragging the whole way. I went u...

Poetry

Enough Of You

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

1 min read

“ Hey. Are you single?”

Said Cain.

He was a stranger at the time, no less of a person to me.

I found his straightforwardness endearing, so I accepted him.

Eight years now we’ve been married, and life couldnt be more of a hell hole.

Andduhhhh

GUYS IM SO SORRY IM SO TIRED GET PART TWO LATER))...

I’m Scared Of This Prompt

The Only Ducati Paningale Here

2 min read

GUYS BE WARNED THIS CONTAINS OLD GACHA LIFE WILLIAM AFTON, WARRIOR CATS, WINGS OF FIRE CHARACTERS, AND SOME RANDOM FNAF LORE I’M SO SORRY—

( let’s just pretend we casually drop into one of those gacha life rooms that are like ‘ william aftons fangirls are stuck in a room with him for 24 hours!!🥲🥲)

( P.S. If you dont understand any of these topics just scroll :’) )

I sat on the floor, confused...

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