Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 03England x Child!ReaderHate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 031 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, today Arthur has a guest. It's that Frenchman Francis again; he's one of the few who know about Arthur raising you. He would always entertain you, or he would be fawning over how cute you are, or going on about how it's been so long since he's seen such and unloved micro-nation.
Those words twisted your heart, feeling as if somebody had finally decided to run you through with a knife, and with an extra little bit of courage twisted the knife. Your hand clutched the fabric over your heart, pulling your small cloak over your head in a failed attempt to hide your pain from Francis.
But the Frenchman had already taken notice, smiling he walked towards a small vase. Hearing his retreating footsteps caused you to panic.
'No!' you screamed, 'No! Please! Don't leave me here like Arthur! Please! Someone stay with m-'
"(Y_n), you can stop crying now. I'm still here ." Hearing the Frenchman's w
no dear.no dear3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
in the wind
its ashen hum
a trembling dove
a man without
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
without my ribs
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
Still Trying Have been told that I am, quote, "Very messed up in the head. A walking time bomb; a suicide attempt waiting to go off." unquote, which is making me think more about death and cutting and things that I vowed off of before I turned 14Still Trying4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sometimes I forget how hard some days can be. I forget that once upon a time; three years ago, a month, a day, that I never wanted to wake up. It's hard, facing that again, but I don't want to ignore my past.
Its time to accept it.
There were days when I wanted to die; days when I would lie in bed and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, in the hopes that if I did, reality would disappear, and my problems would go with it.
I described my sadness as a well inside my body, in the upper part of my stomach. There would days when that well was so deep, I couldn't crawl out. Days when it crippled what I could do and how I could function, what I could take from others and what I couldn't.
On those days, a simple teasing word could be all that it took to complet
dear meidear me5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
forget about him
try not to forget to
its probably okay to be
a little braver than you have
you are beautiful,
tangible magic, this
is reason enough
to wake up in the morning.
buy milk. eggs, bread
make the bed, find one
damn good reason to
wake up in the morning.
do what you mean
you were amazing today,
i knew you could do it
take that step;make that change
make a difference today.
(because I think you can do these
amazing that you promise
yourself you will do -some day,
youre always looking for a sign;
well, this is it.
i want to see the sun shine from your bones.
simple remindersThey are asking me to describe you, again,simple reminders5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like before, the words hang desperately
against my tongue. I spurt and splutter like a fountain
in a barren Alaska, still frozen, not quite thawed.
Uncharted terrain near unpredictable waters,
open to discoveries and exploration, yet unsure
of the ice possibly hidden beneath the snow.
[why do their eyes have to be so judgmental?]
Days seem much longer when there is some(one)thing missing.
How does one describe the sensation of breathing without
the use of suffocation? How does one color the mind with touches
of heaven to those who have never experienced clouds in their hands?
Have you touched fog? It's like embracing a ghostwhirling about
you with a phantom-like sensuality.
confessionalI bought a newspaper that I don't intend to read today,confessional5 years ago in Other More Like This
it was just an excuse to get out of the house for a few
minutes so that I wouldn't have to think about you. I
thought that maybe if I read about Israel shelling Gaza
then my pain would be put into perspective and I'd feel
okay about the deaths of hundreds of people who did not
deserve to die today. The newspaper is sitting next to
me and I can't pick it up because all I can see in my
head is you and him. him and you. I can see his parents
liking you and him taking my place on the mirror at your
flat. I can see my dinosaur drawing and my football shirt
tucked away in a drawer so they can't see what the two of
you are doing. I can see your wedding dress and I can see
your children. That part hurts the most. I can see that
smile you do when your eyes close when you're really happy
and that part really hurts too.
Last night I dreamt about you.
-your- new yeardrop in on company-your- new year5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unannounced like the strike of a gong
no more welcome than the
drip of a faucet
on the cold porcelain
like the hushed gathering of
my heart's muted flutters,
coming together in a parody of
far away it seems
you'll always be (from me)
no matter how close I get
it still seems forever
is a distance I can't
Calendar 2008Just through the hazeCalendar 20085 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of the very first day
The storm cloud appeared up in the sky
The wind it did stir
Through the stately old fir
And presently the fir-cone took flight
Her aim it was true
And she settled anew
In a feathered nest there upon the ground
There she lay warm and free
Not too far from the tree
And gazed up at the storm clouds all around
For the whole of the night
The storm gathered might
And battered at the branches with his fists
He turned over trees
Caused fluttering leaves
And he searched the impenetrable mists
Through the cold winter light
And the dark, frosty night
He was lost in the wind and the rain
So he travelled the Earth
til the place of his birth
Reminded him to come back home again
Many hours passed by
The moon rose and died
The stars through the skies they did play
The fir-cone she waits
Was the first one awake
And she watched as the night turned into day
The storm cleared his head and was still in the sky
And first saw the fir-cone below
our conversationspale october evenings, i made you an omelet along with a long glass of water and soft oxygen. you would say what is the time?our conversations5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I would say its raining outside.
but I need you in here, m you sigh.
i can feel a thunderstorm trapped inside my bones i say vacantly.
we would take afternoon naps at 4:47am in the morning, tangled up in arms and feet, supple fingers tracing circles around my belly button.
im scared. im scared of the dark. i want to cry.
you would keep your lips pressed against my forehead and you would say dont be afraid. you just have your eyes closed.
then you blow seeping cold air on my eyes until they open and all i see is you. and i am not afraid anymore.
a summer day in a city park made of green and birdsongs, i wrap my arms around you and say i want a map of your cardiovascular system
and you spin me around in dizzying circles at dizzying he
That HumAs I look at her, with her beautiful honey hairThat Hum5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lungs feel colder than my head. With each bruise
the cr-creak at my feet grows louder and louderan dlouder
and that void filling hum in low lectric tonesss -
if I had arms to hug, or ears to hear, I would
I would definitely
fall in love.
Poison TouchPure white, frozen solidPoison Touch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The forest was silent
As the snow fell, coating everything
In its poison touch
I watched in dread
Crouched inside a hollowed out trunk
Clutching the feeble remains
Of my coat about me
This was the end
I felt the cold first
In my badly concealed feet
And then my thin hands
It slithered through my bones
Paralyzed my limbs
I cried salty tears
That never reached the ground
Frozen to my cheeks
I whimpered in pain
As the frigid weather
Hardened my body
Before the ice seemed to explode
In my veins
And slowly, my eyes closed to the world
And my body shut down
My skin, now with a gray pallor
My hair, now frozen stiff
I'm the product of this evil
Yet breathtaking thing
Full circlemy heart breaks intoFull circle6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pieces of glass; the glass wears
into grains of dust;
dust blows into my eyes;
I cry tears of glass.
MirrorsRich color dances vividly, wildly, (tickling ones visual senses!),Mirrors6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
although remaining conformed within harmonized strokes:
thus directing potential scribbles toward
finely balanced realms of personal manifestation.
I, transmuted now to hue and line, am
resounded repeated reflected
beyond myself into warm mirrors illuminating reality
these images are never the original yet they become something real, fusing with my primary self.
Once alien inside me, this hallowed spirit grows more familiar following each effort,
as through true expression it discovers who dwells in its own skin.
Simply existing causes discomfort, confusion;
meditation via art
Revelation of Something HiddenIn the end, I still want to hollow outRevelation of Something Hidden1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ruins inside of me. An archangel
engraved into the ceiling of my skull
by the victors. I plummeted down.
The apocalypse is an end time,
cosmic and monstrous in its stature;
it hunches over its tattered legs
and scampers forward on bruised fists.
This creature fixed his yellow eyes
on me, the hair on the back of my neck
electric. He lunged at my shaken mouth
and crawled down my throat until
his tail disappeared between my lips.
I coughed and choked and heaved
and vomited up his fur on the ground.
I clawed at my neck but he was gone.
No one realizes that an apocalypse
can happen to one being, in the space
left empty inside of a person.
He huddled at the floor of my lungs,
waiting to climb higher to
where the real end time begins.
The angel arch crowned my brain
in rapture. The turmoil would not
let me rest, and I lived with
seven year wars, demon shrills
and disarray exploding inside
of me. No one else could see it.
The apocalypse is here,
WinterArrived the winter everything loses its colour.Winter4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The autumn flowers retire for their well deserved rest, and the firewood gets ready for what is going to be, its working season.
On the trees snowflakes pose gently, relaxed and ingenuous, already knowing that when the sun will come, it all will be over.
They prefer to forget that moment, so slow and filled with anguish, the one who will put end to their long roads.
In this cold night my fears don't freeze, hardly breathes my soul, searching for a way to escape.
If I knew how to react, I would not hesitate and with all my strenght I would do it, serene and confident, as I know I have been.
However, not being able to remember how it feels.
Drag me out of the dark depression, that surrounds and suffocates me under the moonlight.
Like the beams that hit brutally these trees, covered by white sheets.
Carry me to the spring, and let me see the flowers bloom.
InstinctIn control and animal,Instinct6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instincts and socially acceptable collide and fuse,
Like the water and oil in a fire.
The choices between prey and predator,
Never escape a sharp mind.
No my friend,
That is my gravity,
Pulling unnoticed intensely, constantly.
Every movement programmed,
I invented the original stealth mode.
Locked on target,
The ever question arises in my mind.
Fight or Flee?
Consumed by instinct and emotion,
I am forever,
StrangerStranger1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel as if I've known you my whole life.
Now, when you glance my way, I see a stranger.
Sadly, that's something I have come to realize.
You were really never there.
Not for me.
Keeping close enough, but not too close.
Just a stranger, with a face I had began to recognize.
Vultures shall praise my nameFog is falling from cursed gladesVultures shall praise my name6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And shards of Sun are rising from darkness.
Earth is spitting out its last breath.
While bloody dawn is washing my face.
May everything alive turns into dust!
I passed trough mountains of Prokletije,
And hallowed islands of Hellada.
There shall be no mercy I swear by my everything,
For that I'm returning to Fatherland that gave birth of me.
Vultures shall praise my name!
Land of Fay ApplicationName: Star ShineLand of Fay Application9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Weight: 150 lbs.
Race: Feline/ human
Appearance: Black hair with white spots like stars; amber eyes; Black shirt with a white "star of David"; Black jeans
Personality: Very quiet, keeps to self; always looking out for weaker people;
Bio:She was born in a cave. Her mother died when Star was born. Star's father was a crazy murderer. After Star ran away as a young kit, she found herself captured by a lonely old magician who gave her shapeshifting abilities. She ran away from him as well when her father found her there. When she turned 16, she turned up at a old hotel where she stayed. While out hunting one day, Star was found by a group of rouge cats who decide to adopt her.
Oren Suelita (Body of 8) - For The Lands Of FayName: Oren SuelitaOren Suelita (Body of 8) - For The Lands Of Fay9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: Physically you wouldn't be able to tell unless you checked the written-on date of creation on the inside of the heart-panel on a mechanical doll. He may look around 8 at the most because of his body, but he's 18 years now.
Weight: ...They haven't seemed to be able to weigh him yet...
Gender: Male (By design, appearance, and intention when created)
Race: Mechanical Doll
- Not so much a species… But a creation. Oren is a mechanical doll powered by a special ore that's able to move an empty shell or body and an artificial computer intelligence allows the mechanical doll to learn and adapt to whatever is needed and required. Usually creations such as this are used to be servants to others and for dangerous experiments humans nor animals can handle.
Class: Fay_folk (Because I don't know what class my OC could go into otherwise ||D)
Bio: Oren Suelita was created as a servant to a rich family and has served them for 18 entire years now, along with be