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AbortionCan't you give me one more day,Abortion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One last chance?
I could be your little girl,
Your very own child.
I'm your baby,
And I love you.
Don't you love me?
I'm sorry if I hurt you,
Though I don't see how I could.
What have I done to make you hate me?
I'll never get to see you,
Never get to touch your soft hands,
Never get to know you as my mother.
You'll never know what I'm like.
If I'm loud or shy,
Tall or small,
Happy or sad,
Like you
DenmarkXNorway. (Birthday gift)Norway growled quietly to himself as he helped, or rather carried, the big drunk Dane to his car.DenmarkXNorway. (Birthday gift)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
«Next time you decide to get drunk, don't bother me with it.» He spoke with his usual monotone voice while pushing Denmark into the car, whom just fell back against him leaning his head over the shorter mans shoulder.
«Eh? But I like bothering ya,» He wrapped his arms around him and hugged tightly.
Norway sighed and gave an short hug back before he pushed the man back inside the car and smacked the door closed.
He allowed himself to release a small smile before he sat down in the drives seat and started driving. Unawa
It Was Never Meant To Be...It was never meant to be, you and me.It Was Never Meant To Be...1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was not the one you wanted to have.
I'm sad to see you go, my dear,
but I know that this is for the best.
It was never meant to be, you and me.
You were never fated to be mine alone.
Tears we'll shed for quite a while--
the first step of rebuilding our hearts.
It was never meant to be, you and me.
We tried our hardest, but Fate said no.
So as you walk away in the waxing moon,
try to remember all that we did share.
It was never meant to be, you and me.
Now we must find others to give love to.
Perhaps in another time and place, dear,
if it is meant to be, we can try anew.
--RKJ
ChambersWhen I started this relationship, I was a fool.Chambers2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thin soft walls of my heart so fragile.
I was left in solitary.
Your words the
jury
Your decisions the
judge
And I was found so guilty.
Every hurt, every pinch to my skin, you brought chaos.
And i'd scratch another day gone by inside my cell.
But the day you broke up with me,
you gave me the key.
Unlocked the door
to this harsh world
And my heart,
my cell,
my solitary was broken.
At least now in pain, I can be free.
Shut Up "And then Sealand actually believed me and tried talking to every bird he saw! Isn't that funny, Norge?" The idiot paused for all of two seconds before continuing. "Oh! Did you hear what Finland did the other day? He-" I tuned out all he was saying, swinging my legs back and forth from my spot on the park bench. All around us, the day was filled with a sense of calm. Or, at least, it was calm before a certain Dane decided to open his mouth.Shut Up10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He hit Sweden with a blow dryer!" I swore that I saw a bird flinch when Denmark let out a howling laugh. "A BLOW DRYER!!" That idiot really needed to learn to shut his mouth. Because of him,
APH The Debt Repaid~The Debt Repaid~APH The Debt Repaid7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He remembered how soft Alfred's hair had been when he'd been a boy. Each strand was so thin and fine, like delicate golden thread that never surrendered an opportunity to catch a breeze and defy gravity. Neither his rebellious cowlick nor his youthful sheen had waned with age…still; it was so different running his hand through it now.
His fingers caught on the blood that matted his golden hair and brushed against the drying wounds that covered the lad's face and scalp. The young man hadn't stirred once since falling unconscious at his feet amidst the burning of his capital, but at least the bleeding had stopped. Now,
Make Norge Smile sub1"I have just had the coolest idea ever!" announced Denmark, bursting into the room. Finland looked at Denmark because he was always willing to listen anyway, Sweden showed no interest whatsoever in what Denmark had to say, and Iceland just sighed, and continued staring at his puffin. No one really knows where Norway was, he was just strange like that.Make Norge Smile sub13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hej! I said I had an idea!" barked Denmark at Sweden and Iceland.
"We don't care. Your ideas are stupid. They've always been stupid," said Iceland bluntly, picking up his puffin. Sweden just grunted.
"What is it Den?" asked Finland, not liking how hurt Denmark looked.
"Well," said Denmark,
DrugYou were a sweet drink, a momentary fix that I assumed I could break once you no longer served a purpose. I did not care for you, not much, you were merely a pleasant asset to tie to my name. But your purpose, it has yet to cease, and you are a much stronger drug than I thought. I found that once I stopped taking you in, my body withdrew, it was more pain than I could bear. Every brain cell screamed for you, every drop of blood burnt foryou, every bit of my soul ached for a taste of you. No, not even the strongest rehab, my best freinds, could break the addiction. And oh, I did fight it. I fought every moment of the day to forget you, forgetDrug8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Child of Pure SinMy little son, still fragile and small,Child of Pure Sin8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My little boy, you carry evil inside
Son, I tell you, you are insane
The bastard of two crazy minds.
Let your rattle be silver blades instead
Let the first color you learn be crimson
Laugh maniacally rather than wail
You are the product of psychopathy times two.
So young and easy to manipulate
You will one day face a bloody fate
Of murder, death and slavery
And you'll be the devil, eventually.
Oh how pleased we will be!
When all you and I can see
Is your crazy, twisted smile
And blood spurting about.
I swear, my baby, I'll be so proud
When you cut apart your first victim
I shall watch your slashing work
Doing as we taught you.
Darling, you will see
You'll be as happy as can be
With blood stained clothing, just like us!
One big murderous family.
Ambahan of deathI once met a good ladyAmbahan of death4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now, her corpse lays down the ground
I don't know her history
But I still feel love abound
Her loved ones are not alone
Everyone's lives must go on
Until the day the world dies
PuddlesHave you ever walked somewhere during sunset after it rains?Puddles4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Puddles reflect the gray and muted oranges of the sky,
But then it gets dark while you're at Starbucks and you have to walk back.
So you walk around the puddles that you thought you remembered,
But instead you walk on damp concrete
In crooked lines.
You don't want to get your feet wet
Because your shoes have holes in them.
Fate.Small and enclosed,Fate.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With white all around.
The walls are bare,
Except for the door.
To what, I must wonder,
Could put me in here.
To who, I must wonder,
Could deserve such a fate.
FictionToxic droplets of poison fallFiction5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon the torn and bloodstained pages
Into his dreamworld he'll slowly crawl
Where sickness fails and no one ages.
A prince of his pride and fiction
He longs to find her there
A victim of his long addiction
He sees in time that none are spared.
Sweet Helena hear his song
In reality or dream
Wake him from the sleep so long
And show him what love really means.
KeleidoscopeA kaleidoscope of emotions, deeply etched in your heart.Keleidoscope5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A kaleidoscope of devotions, never tearing you apart.
A kaleidoscope of sounds, fueled by inspiration.
A kaleidoscope of crowds, ignited by aspirations.
A kaleidoscope of sadness, crushing your very soul.
A kaleidoscope of happiness, lifting hearts of old.
A kaleidoscope of memories, of the good and the bad.
A kaleidoscope of tragedies, where all you feel is sad.
A kaleidoscope of everything, of anything, of unlimited amount.
But a kaleidoscope of love, is the most beautiful one around.
A Meteor is a Falling Star (/Mistaken Identity)Burning in the depthsA Meteor is a Falling Star (/Mistaken Identity)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the night sky a star
falls, packed with hopes while
crashing onto some unknown
earthly ground.
Meanwhile, some person continues
to hope their prayers to the fallen
celestial glitter will come true not
knowing that Falling Stars have
nothing to do with stars at all.
-A.M.S.
PHQ : mission 1.1This is my only choice to revenge and freedom, right?PHQ : mission 1.15 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No matter what, I will win.
---
Serrilee stared at the map given to her by PHQ for a few moments before she realised she had no time to waste. Many members had started this first mission before her but Serrilee chose to start the day all members were due to arrive at the butterfly doors. She wanted to seek advice from the members who had already completed the task, but no, that wasn't the true reason for starting late, she was just simply lazy.
She stared at her watch.
"Four and a half hours until I have to be there," she murmured to herself.
The first hallway was long and painful so
I am...I am curious and creativeI am...7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder about the universe
I hear the winds of Mars
I want to travel off this world of ours
I am curious and creative
I pretend to visit far off worlds
I feel the excitement of mysteries
I touch ice of distant Europa
I worry humans might wreck it all
I cry to think we won't go far
I am curious and creative
I understand how stars live
I say we need to visit them all
I dream we visit many planets
I try to show others the beauty of that dream
I hope humans explore the universe
I am curious and creative.
Bury Me, Marry Me, Marry Me, Bury Me Bury Me, Marry MeBury Me, Marry Me, Marry Me, Bury Me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marry Me, Bury Me
Bury me, in my snow white satin gown
In winter weathered roses I shall drown
Laying with our love, I'll sleep, go down
Marry me, on a bright and sunny day
On the hillside where the pansies lay
The flowers should be beautiful in May
Bury me, with no rituals and no temples
Nothing exotic, I'm fine with pure, simple
And your smile, your adorable dimples
Marry me, with a single tear you'll cry
In your white tuxedo, hopes never die
One singular white flower, do not shy
Bury me, with just one everlasting
03. Making HistoryHow can you know what will make it into the history books? Why would they wish to remember you, or your partner? Most of the time you can never know what actions may make history, but sometimes you can catch a glimpse of what they may one day say of you. This was one of those rare moments.03. Making History1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nereza watched the council chambers carefully, each moment giving her more time to think over the actions she had planned. She didn't want that time, but it couldn't be helped. She stood beside a huge tapestry, out in the open, yet she seemed to melt into the wall. She had lost sight of the others already, she knew they hadn't moved but with each moment the spell had deepened until they were all practically invisible. She caught a flash of movement and had to stifle the urge to swear, don't move she had told them, it will break the spell for a moment. At least the council was not here yet.
The council filed in, the king, his advisor and five prominent lords of the land. The king was a tall figure, th
A Harsh Land, A beautiful LandA land of droughts and flooding rains,A Harsh Land, A beautiful Land1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of raging fires and flowing rivers.
A land of extremes,
A harsh land,
An old land,
But it is my land,
A land of beauty.
A harsh land,
A land of droughts,
Which bleaches the green from the landscape.
The grass is rarely green,
Only various shades of brown.
The trees are never green,
But shades of olive-brown.
Yet this drought ridden land
Holds a certain beauty,
That is never far from my mind.
A harsh land,
A land of flooding rains.
Rains and winds,
Which strip the hills of earth.
The bones, the stones,
Piercing the earth,
There is not enough soil to hide them.
The stones,
Worn by
CyclesThose that were consumed by hate…first were consumed by fear.Cycles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For they grew to hate that which they did not understand.
And what things we do not understand, we fear.
It is a cycle.
We fear, we hate, we destroy.
But together we can face our demons,
And together we can stand up in the darkest times.
And together we can find understanding, friendship, love, and life.
For that too is within a cycle, gracefully and eternally rotating
Against mortal wills and designs
But that cycle has something in mind for us
Something that has our good at heart.
So if we stand together
That good will find us.
Even if we are apart.
BrainwashedHold my hands and whisper softBrainwashed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me tight and tell me lies
Cross your fingers out of sight
Abuse my mind and torture my soul
Yet I always come for more
I can see
Your Lies
Dripping from your mouth
Like black poison searching for my heart
I'll trudge through and come for more
Break my heart and leave all to bare
Write your apology with the tears that fall
A smile on your face
That glint in your eyes
I pick up the pieces and come for more
With tears
And blood
And shattered hopes
When I see your face...
I'll never stop coming for more
paper poison applepaper poison apple3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the distance when I look
right into your face
My stomach drops, my heart don't leap
I hope this goes away.
I remember when you saved me, like
a prince atop his steed
How foolish it feels for me to think
that this ends happily.
You are no prince, or I a princess
Baby, its reality.
Times are tough, the poison's taken
and I have gone to sleep.
Wake me, wake me, kiss me tight
prove true a happy ending
I'm trapped to think of fairy tales
I'm foolish
-but it don't stop me
Reality's no children's story
my dreams I know are fiction.
I'm not a helpless sleeping beauty
these tales
are
my
addiction.
It's half past twelv
Sta.sh
