ArtMy pencil is broken,Art2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.
When I Need ThemI have learned to quietly do as i'm told,When I Need Them2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not to argue or joke,
It seems wrong when i'm sad,
Because it's when i should be mad,
I crumble so easily,
It barely takes anything,
I reach out only to see,
Everyone walk away from me,
The ones i really want to talk to,
Seem to not care when i need to,
It hurts when they ignore me,
It's like they only like me when i'm acting silly,
I wish they would talk to me,
And even when they do i feel guilty,
I feel so guilty dumping all my problems on someone else,
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
I just want them to care,
I know how hard that is,
I know it's hard to be there.
Especially for me,
I over react,
I may everything seem like a tragedy,
I can't help but wonder how they tolerate me.
Hetalia: UkxUs"England!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me!" American cried from a distance.Hetalia: UkxUs3 years ago in Humor More Like This
England had let him go off by himself as some sort of spy.
England began instantly running to find America, who sounded like he was in alot of pain.
"America!" England cried when he found him crumpled up in a ditch.
"I was spying like you said...and i fell." America said shamefully.
"Stupid!..But you are hurt, you are too pathetic for me to really be angry at you." England said climbing his way down to America.
He sat down next to the injured man (er..um country)and gently put his hand on America's chest.
"How do you feel?" England asked trying not to get mad at America for this set back.
"i have to admit...the fall did hurt me." America said blushing.
England touched America's scraped face.
"Dear, you've gotten cut up pretty badly." England said with genuine concern.
America was so taken back and stunned by England's love he almost stopped breathing.
"Uh...yeah." America stuttered.
"Come on let's get
Hetalia: Road BlockedWARNING: Germany and Italy cuddle, and if you're against that stop reading nowHetalia: Road Blocked2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What are the odds of the roads getting blocked by snow IN SUMMER and us having to spend the night in an old abandoned house that conveniently only has one bed!" Germany's angry voice asked harshly as he and Italy sat on oposite sides of the one bed they had found in the run down wooden house they had found to spend the night. The house litteraly consisted of one room which contained only one piece of furniture, a two person bed covered in a sheet embroidered with ugly flowers.
"Well we are in Russia," Italy said optimistically, "It's snowy here all year."
"Yes well next time Russia tells us to come over he can come and get us himself so we don't have to drive in his psycotic country!" Germany said thru
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,sick of me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When where i am turns to hell,
I go to where my friends are and ask for help,
Turns out they don't care either.
I feel ignored by them too,
I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,
I just got so used to it before,
But now it's like they are all sick of me.