MartyrMartyr3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the eye remember
I saw against my will
Let his lashes tremble
But my heart is silent still
Let him weep a river
A river washes sin
Sons of man, forgive me
My heart has given in
Let the tongue conceal me
Wagging fast and thick
Let her body change me
Words to make you sick
Selfish in my sorrow
Tarnished in my pain
Licking up the swollen sky
To rid it of the stain
Let this face obey me
Let her look at ease
Kindly lead me forward
In search of others' dreams
Bend my mouth in answer
To crimes they all forgot
Lift it up to smile
At the battles daily fought
Let the mind remember
(Lest you all forget)
Peace is what you wish for
Sin is what you get
Man may weep a river
Tongues may carry on
Die to be a martyr
Live when life is gone
APH- The Death of FelicianoAPH- The Death of Feliciano3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Feliciano Vargas was just so innocent. Always smiling, always laughing, always loving the world. He always walked with a spring in his step, causing his curl to bounce. But, little did the Italian, or anyone for that matter, realize how hurt Feliciano was going to be.
It was a cold day in Berlin, the proud capital of Germany. The date was January 16th, 1944, and the young Italian man walked through the big halls as he widely grinned while humming to himself. He loved living with Ludwig. Ludwig Weillshmidt was Feli's best friend; he was so happy when the German had asked him to move in. Ludwig had been acting weird lately, though, all secretive and stuff. He didn't dwell on it too much, though. And he didn't dare ask Ludwig what was going on, he knew better than that. The Italian continued down the big hallway, loving the warm feeling that flowed all throughout the house. Despite the numbing cold outside, it was nice and
Austria x Reader Cold night OneshotTrying to fall asleep for about 2 hours, your decided to give up and spend a sleepless night; you got up fast, getting a bit dizzy, and walked over to your computer, turning it on. The buzz of it filled the silence in your room in an undertone way, and you turned on the monitor. After about 30 seconds of waiting for everything to start up, you opened [online messenger of choice], scrolling around in your contact lists. No one was online, so you decided to go on tumblr ((I'm sorry if you don't own one, but you do here~)) scrolling past your dashboard, usual fangirls screaming over a movie which came out a few days ago made you bored to the bone. Suddenly you heard a sign-in notification which alerted you someone was online, so you glanced over and saw that it was Gilbert; oh that prick. You hated him and his "awesome" ego.. yeah right, as if you're going to talk to him. You weren't that desperate. Suddenly, he started messaging you.Austria x Reader Cold night Oneshot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"well well if it isnt [name] i see
One Day"Dude, wake up!"One Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I heard someone scream. "Mattie, wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw my brother shaking me. "I'm awake, I'm awake" I told him while trying to make him stop. "Good, now come on, we have a meeting today" he said while leaving the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I turned to the nightstand to grab my glasses and saw my big stuffed bear in the corner. "Hey Kuma, what are you doing in the corner?" I laughed at myself because I knew he was not going to answer me. I grabbed my glasses and got out of bed.
After I got dressed, I was brushing my hair when my brother came in. "Matthew, hurry up, I'm hungry" he said like if he was a little kid. "Then go make yourself some breakfast, you don't have to wait for me" I answered after I finished with my hair and was putting the brush down. "I know, but sadly, I don't make pancakes like the great Matthew Williams" he said, being sarcastic. "Just go to the kitchen, Alfred, I'll be down in a second" I said. "You better be" he
More Than a Nightmare For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always ended the same way. The dreams always turn nightmarish when some demonic-looking creature comes out and tries to kill me. Its appearance is always the same: a dark red, bleeding face that resembles a human skull resting on the body of a four-legged, black-haired beast. Its ear-shattering wail always alerted me of its presence. My dream is often normal up until it appears. Nothing bad happens, until a chill is sent down my spine, causing my body to become covered in goosebumps, which is when the monster appears and attacks me. I wake up in a cold sweat right before it kills me every time, along with fear throughout my whole body. After many years of dealing with it, I eventually learned to cope with it, but I'm still kind of afraid of what would happen if it got to me. However, they have become increasingly bothersome within the past week.More Than a Nightmare2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few days ago, I brought it up during lunch with my friends. There were only thre
You Judge MeYou judge me,You Judge Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know me,
You look at my skin
or wether I'm thin.
But beauty is only skin deep
Seriously, how do you sleep?
People are skinny, thinking they're fat!
People are caged,
and you are a rat.
They're caged in their sorrows,
'cause they believe in your shadow
You judge me,
You know me,
InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepilyInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
RussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of TheseYou were warm and cosy that night, snuggled up in your cosy quilt, safe from the cold world outside your window. The quilt was so soft on your flesh and at the end of the quilt your companion was curled up in a ball, in a deep wonderful sleep. Goodness knows why Flying Mint Bunny was sleeping on the end of your bed but it was. In the distance you could hear the chirping of birds but you didn't mind. Your bed was a rich, burgundy colour with matching curtains. Goodness knows what possessed you to then paint the room jade but you did. You made soft, whistling noises in your sleep as your hair draped on your pillow. You deserved your sleep after a long day of shopping with Poland. Your feet practically ached and your head felt like it was having a wild disco since it was throbbing so much. Despite all this, you were quite content in your bed. Your bed where nothing could get to you but your sweet dreams and perhaps your worst of nightmares. Your bed was like a safe cage that locked you awRussiaxReader: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
your boy-FriendHis name is Mr. Perfect,your boy-Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a flawless match for you.
You told me that you love him,
And I am told he loves you too.
But I hear that he is moving,
That there's another girl.
I hear he thinks your cheating.
And wonders where you got the pearls.
I hear he stayed out late last night,
Just right after you had a fight,
And made a big mistake.
I guess he wasn't flawless after all,
Mr. perfects just a fake.
So put on the pearls I bought.
For the birthday he forgot.
It's too bad he couldn't come today,
He must be TIED up or far away.
I'll light the candles so make a wish
Isn't it amazing
The smallest ripples can scare the fish?
Her friend.Her friend.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held the bag in one hand, sliding the key in the door with the other one. The door creaked as it opened and I quickly closed it so the outside's cold air wouldn't come in.
'Elisa? I'm home!'
Elisa was my adorable, 6 years old little sister. She was used to stay on her own since I often had to go get groceries and such and she never wanted to come. Besides I had no other solution, since the 'car crash' it was just her and me. It took so long for her to understand that 'daddy and mommy won't be coming back from the party'...
But she was with me now, safe and healthy. I heard her tiny footsteps in the staircase and smiled, dropping the bag of groceries in the kitchen. Elisa giggled happily and hugged me from behind. I patted her head gently.
She giggles again and let go of me, lifting her arms towards me so I could pick her up. I held her with one arm, the other hand busy taking food out of the bag.
''What did you get?''
I placed what was in the bag in front of her a
deviantART and MasturbationAvenue Q has it right when they bluntly say "the Internet is for porn."deviantART and Masturbation5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While Avenue Q's statement is broad, it can be applied to nearly everything found on the 'net. The Internet truly is for porn. Sure, all you've got to do to see some great porn is type up redtube into your search engine or you could just meander on over to websites like tumblr, facebook, and even deviantART. After all, what are these sites other than tools to masturbate with?
Yeah, I get it. I'm sure everyone is raising their eyebrows at their screens going, "I don't use dA, facebook, or tumblr to masturbate sure, I look at a little porn on occasion, but never on those three sites or sites similar to it." Maybe my three example-sites don't have in-your-face pornography available to anyone who wants it (although they do have their flashes of softcore porn, just wait around a bit and you'll see it all). The masturbation that occurs on these sites is a little more subtle. While it doesn't exactly ma
Russia x Reader Sunflower DanceRussia x Reader Sunflower Dance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russia x Reader Sunflower Dance
I walked out along the town down to my favorite spot. A wide field with sunflowers all through it. Funny next to my love of vodka are these precious gems of sunlight. I have always loved sunflowers ever since I met her (name). I fondly remember when she first brought me here to this wonderful place, but that was so long ago that she had to leave back for her country since she ways the country of (country you want). Its sad to say that I might never see her again and dance with her in this beautiful place like when we were kids. *sigh* but the festival is starting soon so I must go. I saw a white sunflower among the brightly colored others and picked it thinking of her my sunflower (name).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*sigh* I look out the window of the car seeing fields pass me by and wonder if I'll ever make it in time for the sunflower festival. Yes, being the country of ( country you want) ha
FriendA person whom you can trust,Friend2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
Tears of My LifeNormally at this time we would be playing music, and watching movies, not giving a care for anything in the world. Normally at this time we would talk about school, and boys like normal teenage girls would, and normally at this time we would be ever so grateful for our lives, for we weren't chosen to walk down the main road of our city, quietly as everyone watched from their windows as the one teenage girl; chosen at random each year was to wear a dress as white as snow, her hair falling around her shoulder, her feet bare, as she walked down the cement road. Nicknamed "The Road to Sacrifice," and for good reason.Tears of My Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl chosen was to be sacrificed; she was supposed to walk through the city's quiet streets, alone not saying a word, not looking at anything but the road ahead of her where she would then take the main road out of the city, walking into the wilderness that lay beyond the safety of our walls. For it was her duty to then enter the house on the outskirts of town, the house w
SwedenXReader - On Your Side C1Warning. "Denmark ish Bitchie" alert. Suggestive themes, and violence...SwedenXReader - On Your Side C12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, God. Mat- ahh!" you moaned as your Dane began caressing your cheeks, all the while, thrusting his member slowly upon you.
"Any moment now, _______." he breathed, tired yet energetic.
It's been a few weeks since you have decided to commit in a relationship with Mathias. It was hard to say yes. Believe it or not, before you entered his life, the Danish man would bring home another lady from the bar per night. You, yes, were just another girl at the bar. You drank moderately and always had eyes for Mathias. Little did you know he eyed you too. But you were smarter than that; even after agreeing to be his girl; you never slept with him once, until you were ready. And now, you were.
At the peak of you climax, you heard the chiming of a cell phone. Seeing as though you both share the same ringtone, it was hard to tell whose phone it was.
"Baby, is it my phone?" you reached for it anyway. Mathias was too tired
OuchSomething's stuck in my throatOuch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's clawing its way out,
tearing at the lining of my esophagus
leaving it in shreds.
Something's lodged in my brain
twisting and turning
its way through my veins
trying to make it to my heart.
Something hurts in my chest,
the unending pounding through my blood
causing me to double over in pain,
the waves shooting out into the rest of me.
Something is burning my lungs
constricting my breathing
and making life so much harder to bear.
This just isn't right.
Something is breaking me apart,
ripping me in two with no regards.
All it wants is to destroy me,
and it's doing one hell of a job.
Champagne PrologueChampagne Prologue3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"In Soviet Russia, deer hunt you."
Latvia just shook his little blonde head as he walked past the room that the other Baltic Nations were currently occupying. For two nations that were supposedly terrified of the Russian they made fun of him enough when he wasn't around.
At first he had to admit that it was funny, it eased the tension between the three of them, but now... well, now he actually knew Ivan.
Don't misunderstand, it wasn't like their relationship was any different than before, he had just seen Ivan through a different perspective.
Raivis wasn't even sure when it happened, but Russia somehow felt different to him.
When he was a younger nation he had thought Ivan was a bully, the other Baltic Nations feeling the same way - but Raivis had grown some respect for the Russian. Through all of the hard times he had been there for his nations, to protect them.
Some would just tease, say that he only wanted them to use and abuse, but he had never given up on them, even if they had no
Established SexualityA friend approaches another friend and announces he is gay.Established Sexuality2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Normal Reaction: " What!? Dude, I don't... That's gross! I don't think we can hang out anymore if your for real."
My Reaction: " I'm straight. There, we have established our sexuality, now let's go get some ice cream!"
Pirate!SpainXReader: Protection--Protection--Pirate!SpainXReader: Protection3 years ago in Settings More Like This
You let out a cry as a strong fist collides with your soft face. The albino pirate stood over you,he had a wild look in his eyes. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt.
"Why don't you come with us?" He grinned lustfully,his crimson eyes made your blood run icey cold. You gathered up as much strength as possible and smacked his across the face and ran. Fast.
"Get her!" The prussian pirate hissed. You ran as fast as you could down the maze-like ally ways. Your e/c eyes widened as you hit a dead end.
"Damn it," You cursed under your breath.
ScotlandxReader: BagpipesScotlandxReader: Bagpipes2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was late at night when you heard a strange noise from down the hall. However it wasn't that that woke you, it was the lack of warmth at your back. Your boyfriend wasn't in bed, which was odd because earlier that night he had been drinking heavily.
Allistor Kirkland and you had been dating for the last year and been living together for about two months. It always irked you when he decided to go out drinking because you were always stuck being the designated driver.
Bleary eyed you walked down the hall to the parlor and saw something you were certainly not expecting. Allistor standing in the middle of the parlor playing his bagpipes. "Allistor, what in the world are you doing?"
"Playing," he said looking over at you as if that was this was the most natural thing in the world to do at the time.
"Hon, its two o'clock in the morning," you moaned, "come back to bed."
"Come over here," he said taking your hand roughly and dragging you to the sofa. You huffed, but remained seated as your bo
SwedenXReader - On Your Side C2Part 2SwedenXReader - On Your Side C22 years ago in Romance More Like This
"_________~, __________~, c'mon, babes. You know I love you."
"I love you too, Mathias." A kiss was reeled. The sky was blue, grass was green. Perfection. His arms were draped above your shoulders as he began to kiss your temples. You slowly began soaring though the sky.
"Don't leave me, baby."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Mathias." Just as your day seemed to go swimmingly, Mathias pulled out what looked like a dagger to your chest, still keeping his once beautiful smile.
"You won't leave me, _________." And he pierced it right into your heart.
"HUAAAAAAA-AH!" You woke up, breathing heavily, panting, gasping for air, begging for reality. You were choking, upset, broken. It was only a dream .a nightmare, perhaps. What's this? Peach walls, fluffy bed, a full bath to your left, a television ahead, and a cute chair and table to you right this wasn't your home. It wasn't Mathias's either.
Just then, the door in the tiny hallway clicked open, and you huddled under t
Alonetrapped in a big empty houseAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
haunted by the ghosts of you
an icy breath
i swear i can almost feel you here
walking down these hallways
stretching for days and years
i can remember every single thing this
house has to offer
and it's killing me
every corner holds a cobweb of whispers
and i can't place why i'm here
in these rooms i loathe
tip-toeing down the stairs
too afraid to stir up old memories
i can't figure it out
i hated this place so goddamn much
but...something draws me here
i don't understand how i can feel so
alone and yet safe
in this hell i once called home