Summer '11Summer '114 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i cant understand what im feeling right now
i just want to cry in the rain
the tears wont stop falling from my eyes
why is this bitter-sweet pain?
Thinking of the tears make me laugh
cause the reasons were dumb
Yet thinking of the laughs
make me wonder where all these tears are coming from
I don't want to cry
i want to be strong
but seeing these tears
is probably a sign that i've been holding it in for too long
This may be goodbye
but in my heart you'll always have a place
i will never forget you
and i'll never forget your face
I try hard to stop crying
look in the mirror and fake a smile
I guess this is the price i pay
for making memories that were worthwhile.
One day for sure,
We'll meet again the future.
Thank you for the moments we shared together
Because of you,
this has been the best summer ever.
Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't like walkin' around
This old and empty house
So hold my hand
I'll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep
It's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you
To close your eyes
You sighed heavily as you walked through your old and empty house. A few years ago, you'd gotten rid of everything except what you absolutely needed. They all held too many memories. Memories that you wanted to forget. You hated walking there alone, especially at night. You were trying to turn out all the lights before going to bed, but now that it was only you, you no longer felt safe. You no longer felt warm. You just felt alone.
Suddenly, you felt a draft of air rush by you. As you walked up the stairs, the air brushed up against your fingers, and then you felt as if someone was s
passionPASSIONpassion8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Couple : Fleur/Bill
Déclaration : ...la situation na pas changé, ces personnages appartiennent à J.K.Rowling.
Sommaire : Bill et Fleur sont quasiment devenus des étrangers lun pour lautre depuis lattaque : et Fleur veut remédier à ça...
-Comment peut-elle encore... ? murmura-t-il.
Il se tenait debout devant le miroir de la chambre de leur appartement londonien, torse nu, ses cheveux roux tombant sur les épaules. Il lui était très dur de se regarder sans un sentiment de dégoût : son corps entièrement recouvert de cicatrices et de balafres lui était devenu insupportable. Même son visage ne ressemblait plus au sien. Il détourna la tête, ne tolérant plus de se voir. Immobile, dans la chambre il pensait à Fleur : elle, et sa peau si douce, si blanche, si agréable à toucher et à embrasser... La simple idée que la peau parfaite,
BECAUSE OF YOUBECAUSE OF YOU!BECAUSE OF YOU3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna dance, jump and sing
spend my whole time just dreaming
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
and the sun in my heart
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I feel elated, joy drunken, pleased
Bubbling over with happiness anyway
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I wanna hug the whole world
kissing, caress lovingly, holding it in my arms
BECAUSE OF YOU!
Finally i can smile again,
feeling like doing thousand and one things
BECAUSE OF YOU!
I enjoy a new lease of life,
looking ahead, knowing everthing will get fine
BECAUSE OF YOU!
For the courage, the smiling,
the feeling like doing thousand things
the happiness, the fluttering butterflies,
the dancing, jumping and singing
I THANK YOU!
SerialKiller!Austria X Reader-Just after deathSerialKiller!Austria X Reader-Just after death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me held your hand,
The clock is running out,
Tik tok...what are you gonna do?
Poor unfortunate soul,
Let me take your heart out.
Again, you were up late at night, investigating the mysterious murders that happened recently in [your city name]. As a detective , you worked and stayed up very late in order to find the killer. At the moment, you know very little about the serial killer. You know that he is a male, the age is unknown, his victims are most young woman and couple of lovers. Another thing you know is that he kills at night, in abandoned alleyways and his signature weapon is a butcher knife, no longer than 15 inches. Is very interesting how the killer managed not to leave a single clue about his identity, like fingerprints or hair, even skin DNA under the nails of the victims wasn't found. The killer was smart, that's for sure, but still, not even a little clue?
You sighed and hung your head down, you were tiered and sleepy. You really didn't sleep this ni
Weihnachten - GermanWeihnachten - German7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Meine Glieder sind so schwer, ich mag mich kaum noch rühren. Die Fenster beschlagen, alles um mich herum scheint zu verschwimmen. Interessiert mich auch nicht.
Ist es nicht kalt hier? Ich fröstele leicht, meine Finger beginnen zu zittern. Stoßen wohl gegen das Glas, das einsam vor mir steht; etwas läuft über meine Hände. Ich nehme es kaum wahr.
Zeit zerrinnt zwischen meinen Fingern. Zeit, die es selten gut mit mir gemeint hat.
Zeit zu gehen.
Vorsichtig versuche ich aufzustehen, doch leichter Schwindel erfasst mich und ich ergreife meines Nachbarn Hand, der mit ferner, dumpfklingender Stimme auf mich einredet. Ich verstehe nichts von dem, was er mir sagen will, will nichts mehr hören.
Meine Augen klappen nur noch zu, will nichts mehr sehen. Habe genug von der abendlichen Gesellschaft. Sehne mich... Nach meinem Bett. So weich und verlockend... so weit entfernt.
Heute ist das, was man Weihnachten nennt. Für mich ist es nur ein weiterer Tag im Jahr,
Not-So-Happy Birthday [Prussia One Shot]Alright, this was suggested specifically by :iconnarulit:, and :iconhyperlovecookie: was on the waiting list above her, also requesting Prussia, so I decided that I was lazy, and combined the two requests. I hope you enjoy. :3Not-So-Happy Birthday [Prussia One Shot]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia was extra happy today.
Because it was his birthday.
And he decided to celebrate his awesome birthday by going to the store for half of his awesome day buying awesome shoes for his awesome self.
He thought nothing could ruin this day.
Prussia got home from the store, wearing his awesome new shoes and holding a cake in his hands.
"Kesesesese~! I'm back to my awesome home on my awesome birthday!" He exclaimed.
He put the cake on a table and walked over to his answering machine, waiting a second to see a blinking red light on it.
The little bulb on it stayed unlit.
Prussia felt a tightness in his chest.
"N- no, m- maybe it- it's broken!" He reassured himself, quickly checking to see if any messages were
UndyingUndying:Undying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
kisskiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives
the touch of spirit on the body
So, Our Future? .::Austria::.Requested by: ~CrysvicSo, Our Future? .::Austria::.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"You know, I truly don't see what is so fascinating about this game, [Name]." You were on your knees, standing sternly on your plush couch, gripping the Wii remote tightly. You didn't bother to acknowledge Roderich's observation due to how intense the game was getting. If he was going to insult Skyward Sword in your house, you'll insult him by ignoring him! Who cares if he was your boyfriend; Legend of Zelda was your LIFE. Roderich glanced at you from the top of his glasses, staring at you in amusement. "Is that how it's going to be, huh?" With a smirk, he stood up and fixed his shirt. He took a step away but was stopped by the Wii nunchuk wrapping its self around his wrist. He turned his head to see you pleading with your eyes for him to stay. He smiled slightly, picking up his wrist and untying the nunchuk. Your mouth gaped at him as he returned the device back to you. Roderich, being the fancy man he is, used his index finger under your chin to bring your
For Spain LoversFor Spain Lovers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sit, back against your cell. A heavy iron collar is around your neck, chaining you to the wall. You outfit is in tatters compared to its original glory. You're a pirate, feared by many. You've been on Arthur Kirkland's ship for over a month, barely getting anything to eat. He captured you, attempting to gain some maps from you. The night you were captured is still fresh in your memory.
Two Englishmen hold you down. You're on your knees on the deck of your ship. You cutlet is on the deck a few feet away. You hear footsteps coming toward you. You look up to see a certain blonde seadog that has been plaguing you pirates. You look nervously from right to left. All you see is the endless blue water.
"Looking for something?" Arthur asks with a grin, "No one is going to back you up, love." You scowl at him.
"What do you want?!" You ask.
"What you've stolen from one of my ships," He says.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," You say, trying to be innocent.
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Liar, LiarLiar, liar, heart on fireLiar, Liar10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hanging by the steeple spire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Do you think you've had enough?
Liar, liar, flesh on fire
Crushed beneath a semi tire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Tell us when you've had enough
Liar, liar, skull on fire
Killed with a piano wire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
We'll decide when you have had enough
Liar, liar, corpse on fire
Murdered by our vengeful ire
You lived a lie, we called your bluff
You're dead; I'd say you've had enough
Petali di stelle.Mi conduci all'essere aurora,Petali di stelle.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pigra apri gli occhi al passaggio della luce.
I raggi danzano, il mondo si colora.
Il sole si posa sulla tua pelle, ti seduce.
Vorrei essere giorno
per come ami la vita e ti sposi ai colori,
mi rammenti l'amore, così, di luce adorno.
Candidamente ti vesti di fiori.
Mi desideri tramonto,
così la luna ti saprei appendere
come pargolo dalle esili ombre dipinto.
Sull'argentea via che t'illumina, danza mia Venere.
M'induci ad esser sera
perso a cullare il vibrare della tua mente
di stelle e chimere parca fiera.
Ti lascio spogliare dai petali, dolcemente.
Mi sfiori, lì, nei miei pensieri, solo tu sai farlo
lieve e dolce, ammantata di soffici zefiri.
Labile passione d'immagini tarlo,
mortale frutto dei miei sospiri.
HBABM Ch.1HBABM Ch.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
She had done it and without a seconds thought...without a moment spared to weigh out the pro's and con's as she would have usually done.
She sighed and stared out at the abyss-like scenery the windows offered, the subway grind along the pathway of rusted metal rails with a screech. This would be her first time on it alone, without one of her sisters quizzing her about everything under the sun or her mother tagging along. She closed her eyes briefly and then ran her thumb absentmindedly over the grainy picture in her hand. The picture brought a ghostly grin to her face. It was a frail old photo of a symbol.
'Just wanted a reason to send you something, took the photo yesterday.'
Were the words written on the back of the photo. It came in the mail a year ago when she was eighteen. Her mother opened it and had been ready to toss it out in the trash as she had most things that came through the mail but Sakura had seen it by chance and rescued it from the line up. She plucked it up and spott
Austria x Reader - LonlinessAustria x Reader - Lonliness3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It made you sad knowing that your crush Roderich Edelstein was all by himself ... apart from you, of course. You were a maid in his household and it made you sad that everyone left him like that. Even his wife, Elizabeta abandoned him, which seemed to hurt the most. It was sad to see them get divorced and you were there for him so he had someone to turn to. You sighed as you walked into his Piano room. You approached the piano and placed your hand on it, sighing. You loved it when he played music ... he always seemed off in a world of his own whilst playing ... and it was also how he showed people how he felt, which always made you laugh. It was always good to know there was a soft side under that strict, serious exterior. Although, he did give you a damned good hiding from time to time
"Hey, what are you doing?"
You stood bolt upright and looked around. Roderich was standing in the doorway, arms folded and eyebrows raised
"Oh! I-I meant no harm!" You mumbled, blushing
"Did you wish to
Human!Austria x Human!Reader 'The Lesson'Human!Austria x Human!ReaderHuman!Austria x Human!Reader 'The Lesson'2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The light of the sun is soft on this particular day. Casting her rays gently in the Spring morning, the Earth is kept at a moderate temperature. A small breeze causes the blossom-filled trees to whisper to each other outside, a few stray petals being cast from their branches every now and again. Beneath them, carpets of pastel pink adorn the ground, soft and gentle. It's another one of those peaceful days...
A sharp ringing of the class bell snaps your attention and you stop watching the peaceful scene in the outside world. Looking back to the front of yet another mundane English class, you see your teacher writing down yet another assignment for you to due. A chorus of moans erupts from your classmates as they watch her write down the due date. "Remember," your teacher addresses you all, turning to face you as she places the chalk on her desk, "these assignments count for 10% of your final grade. I advise you to do your further rea
Teen!CancerPatient!Austria x CancerPatient!ReaderTeen!Cancer Patient!Austria x Cancer Patient!ReaderTeen!CancerPatient!Austria x CancerPatient!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had been diagnosed with what doctors call leukemia. What you call it, 'hell'. When you're not at the hospital, you refuse to leave your house. You've recently gone into medical relapse, and had been given chemotherapy. It had been a success, so you went back into remission. All of your hair, though, [h/c] and still short from your last round of the killing chemicals, had fallen out, leaving your body smooth and hair-free. The initial sting had worn off, but you never engaged in outside activities. You stayed inside and read fanfiction, knowing the outside world would call you out. But the next trip to the hospital, a few weeks after the treatment, when you went in for a dialysis session, is when the whole week turned up on its sunny side. You got a seat next to a very cute boy. From the looks of it, he didn't have cancer at all... But he must have, since he was also being dialyzed. His hair was dark, rich, brown. His eyes were clo
My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 3My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Laughter. That was the one word your teacher told you Gilbert was doing while writing his response letter. That, and some...'other' things happened, so you basically had no idea what to expect now! So here you were, sitting at your lunch table, just staring down the envelope. Should you open it? I mean you honestly had no idea what was so funny in your last letter, and what did your English teacher mean by 'other things?' Darn it, none of these thoughts were making anything better for you!
"Okay ________, just calm down. Once you open the letter you'll find out what was so dang funny...and maybe what that 'other' thing was." You opened the letter slowly, feeling as if you were defusing a bomb than opening an envelope. You pulled the letter out and began to read. You shouldn't have read it.
HOW COULD YOU SAY PRUSSIA NO LONGER EXISTS?! I SHOULD GO DOWN THERE AND-
Oh you screwed up. You screwed up big time! You didn't think he'd take it '
An Old AugustI watch youAn Old August1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the amber afternoon,
sun on its midway
you won't let me help
only half of them
make it to the bowl.
I smile back
at your playful eyes
It feels like
an old August,
in my stomach
some sort of sadness
some sort of joy.
Last night's thunderstorm
has left the ocean agitated,
Life is nothing
but a vacant place, today
and we shall
let it be,
let the world
wait for us, today.
on my piano bench,
I play for the cat
a winter Debussy
I could tell
GermanyxReader Birthday GirlGermanyxReader Birthday Girl2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.
"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.
His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.
You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have everything at your finger tips when baking a cake.
Who was the cake for?
You of course. It was your birthday.
"Oh, um Happy Birzday ______." Ludwig held out a tiny package. "Feliciano und I got zis for you."
You hugged the big man, smiling. "Thanks Luddy, you really didn't have to do that!"
He blushed, mumbled something, then left the room. You opened the p
Autumn Breeze: NaruHina StoryAutumn Breeze: NaruHina Story5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hinata walked out of her house and quietly closed the door. She took a deep breath and started to walk toward the main part of the Village. She hoped that she wouldn't run into Kiba or somebody like that. Everyone had been asking what happened during the fight with Pein but she didn't want to talk about it. She made a fool of herself, that's what happened. 'I confessed at a very wrong time.', she thought sadly. 'Naruto probably thinks I'm an idiot now.' She suddenly found herself wandering the streets of Konoha. She had no destination, she just needed to walk. She shivered a little as the crisp, autumn wind blew through her hair. She sighed and leaned against one of the wooden fences on the side of the street. She wanted to talk to Naruto so bad but, she knew that he had a lot more on his mind.
It had been six months since she confessed and the war was over. Madara was defeated by Naruto and Sasuke in the first and only battle of the war. Naruto fought to try to save everyone. No one b
I won't leave you...(AustriaxSick!Reader)I won't leave you...(AustriaxSick!Reader)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
You felt absolutely miserable.
You had felt the cold coming on last night, and you had thought that taking some vitamin C and going to bed early would help you fend it off.
You were wrong, however, as you soon discovered as soon as you woke up the next morning.
First off, you couldn’t even breath through your nose, and your throat felt as though someone had taken a cheese grater and rubbed it raw. You coughed once, wincing at the pain that it brought you, and reached for the tissues on your side table, blowing your nose.
You lay back against your pillows, weakly, closing your eyes in an effort to ward off the headache brought on by the sunlight streaming through your window.
Just as you began to drift off, you remembered that you were supposed to meet Germany, Prussia, and Austria that afternoon for a day out. The date was October 26, Roderich’s birthday, and Ludwig had invited you to come along for a day of celebration (which Prussia seemed to think would mostly involve dr
Taking Flight (PruIta - Hetalia)Gilbert sat against the radiator on the wall, sighing and blowing his fringe off his face. He wrote his name on the paint with his trusty invisible pen. He used it to draw on his hands and face as well, stars and patterns slipping over his skin like water. Some ignorant moron had scribbled a swastika on the wall in blue biro. Gilbert scowled, and scraped furiously at it with the end of his locker key until all that remained was bare plaster. Much better.Taking Flight (PruIta - Hetalia)3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sighed again, and started doodling on his sneakers until a loud crash came from around a corner. He slid up against the wall to stand and went to see what it was.
Paper of all colors and shapes lay strewn everywhere. In the centre of the mess lay a student, at the bottom of the stairs, with a scuffed blue recycling bucket in his hand. The bucket was empty.
Gilbert recognized him instantly as Feliciano Vargas, his younger brother's 'Special Pal'. Everyone knew that they were dating, even if neither of them wanted to admit it. Gil spe