A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
Fake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a bouquet of fake plastic flowers today.
Their petals were made from rough, cheap fabric.
Their leaves were unevenly painted a sickly shade of olive,
And peeling off their stems.
The stems themselves were an unnatural green,
With an equally unnatural plastic sheen.
And they had obvious seams.
Harsh, stark, lines down the middle,
Branding them, beyond a doubt,
As cheap replicas.
They were falling apart, worn out, sad, and positively ugly.
But I noticed something else about the flowers.
From a distance,
The plastic sheen turned into a healthy luster,
The rough fabric became soft,
The uneven paint transformed into tricks of the light,
And they were more beautiful and perfect than any real flowers could ever be.
Jeff the Killer PoemInside the walls of insanityJeff the Killer Poem2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Directed away from the world of light
In the land of psychopathy
Lives a boy in the dark of night
He smiles with glee as his victims fall
Blood on his clothes, his knife in hand
Stare into his eyes, they are not dull
They are wide, needed in this land
He's welcomed by the others
Who've also gone insane
They are like his brothers
Mess with them; you'd be slain.
He once had a normal family,
But now they're all dead
He waits for you by your bed eerily
He has no mercy, for his heart is lead.
What's his name? You might think
He's a killer for all I know
Your mind will stop, your body will shrink
As for your fear begins to grow
Every night as you lay in your covers
Something dark and frightening lurks your room
You feel it draw closer as soon above it hovers
People shall wonder as your body is entombed
Jeff the Killer is the name of it
The person that kills for fun
Don't laugh at him for one fit
Or else your life shall soon be done.
When your coffin is burie
Caught In A Shitstorm part 8 - SpainXfem!RomanoYou know, it's funny… so fucking funny how shit works.Caught In A Shitstorm part 8 - SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm. A. Fucking. NATION.
Or half of one.
You know what? Screw specifics. You know what I mean.
I never would've thought that I would be dabbling in the art of TEENAGE DRAMA. I mean, seriously. I feel sorry for all of those lovely inhabitants of Sicily and Rome… those members of the mafioso… those Southern Italians that hold themselves with a sense of intense pride and nationalism.
Well, wake up call, fuckers. Your personification is a spazz who's acting like a slut just to nab the man that she is so desperate to have.
I never knew that I would stoop so low as to agree to go out with Gilbert fucking Beilschmidt, no matter how fake our little relationship will be. This is a new kind of sad. This is obsessive to the point of…gah! Shit-sickles! I don't understand myself anymore. Si, I know that I am in love with Antonio. That is a painful, stomach-punching fact. But… he's dating my sister. My own sore
The Old Man and the Manx Im going to the ruined temple to find my daughter, Manx, said the old man.The Old Man and the Manx6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had been a chance meeting between the two. The Manx had loped over a rocky outcropping on the veldt just as the weathered old man had sat down in its shade, preparing to camp for the rapidly descending night. They had stood face to face for many long moments before the old man spoke, and now the two regarded each other with a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion.
The Manx was about the size and shape of a large, tailless dog, with patchy, straw-coloured fur that was speckled around his face and feet with the frosty white of age. His legs were long and ungainly, and their joints were knobby from years of malnourishment. At one time, the Manx had obviously had beautiful tattoos of dancing flames branded into the flesh on his sides and shoulders. Now, however, they simply hung like sad ribbons on his gau
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!RomanoGilbert Beilschmidt was never one to really care about others' relationships. Hell, he never even bothered to bat an eyelash. He would make his sexual comments, tease for a bit, and then just back off. Especially when it came to his two best friends: Francis and Antonio. The trio has had a number of flings throughout their many years of existence before, but each only ever had one, MAYBE two serious relationships.Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Except for Gilbert, of course. His heart belonged to Elizaveta, and ONLY Elizaveta. He wasn't COMPLETELY stupid; he knew that hell would freeze over before she would ever yearn for him. But the albino never gave up. He wanted her to realize that he'd been there all along. That even though they were rivals, he could never bring himself to hurt her, that he bandaged her wounds without a word, that he was the first one to realize that she was a girl, that he willingly backed away when she said that her heart belonged to Roderich.
But whatever. The day would come. SOME day.
You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
if love is blind, stab my eyesOh, all the glorious tragedies I'veif love is blind, stab my eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen today, all within ten minutes:
A guy holding a bouquet. An expected
box of European chocolates shaped
like a heart, naturally. A stuffed
bear. A couple holding hands. A boy
kissing his girlfriend's soft cheek.
A girl carrying pink balloons. Oh.
I'm alone, naturally. How awkward.
Eyelid umbrellas hold back rain,
torrents of gushy-mushy romance.
A metaphoric flood; stormclouds.
Walking from Point Envy to Point
Facing down, arms crossed. Eyes
on the ground. Please, no optic
tidalwave leakage. What's this?
Stop: step on a blue candyheart.
Facing down, thank God. Thank
God, not Cupid. Not that dumb
St. Valentine. Not a cordiform
morsel of sugary conversations,
spreading one-liners older than
this holiday. Kiss Me. Miss me.
XOXO. Love Ya. Detour: stomp.
Saccharine aorta vs. my shoe heel
(not Achille's, but same difference)
What? You want to know who won?
Are you kidding? Y
Words And LiesWords And Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, their meanings long gone
Friends and fakers, the difference is none
Promises drowned out, neglected, and rotten
With the sheer stench of lies, it seems I've forgotten
How to gain someone's trust
Or is it just them?
I could never guess with this incessant mayhem
Betrayed, paranoid, and insecure
Everyone's fighting in this nightmarish war
Will a winner emerge?
Only time will tell
But right now everything seems headed straight to hell
I guess that's why they say
"Think before you speak"
'Cause once the damage is done
Our bonds become weak
Everyone's an enemy, a target, if you will
Distrust is something that's become run-of-the-mill
Hands are being dirtied, blood is being shed
The fictions people spout dye this world in red
It's everywhere, truth and lies become one
Don't waste your time hiding, don't even try to run
In reality, words are the only thing with power
Think of all the lies you can tell in an hour
How? You probably think me insane
Lemme stop you there, 'cause yo
Hetalia MarysueNihongo Hitomi flounced through the doors, her ebony hair ablaze with candle light. As she felt lusty eyes fall on her, she knew for certain she was the belle of the ball. She was the most lovely woman there, outshining the rest by a long shot.Hetalia Marysue1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her glowing crystal eyes searched for something intently. Perfectly white teeth gently gripped her crimson bottom lip as she strained her eyes for a mop of blonde hair. When she saw what she had been looking for, a mischievous smile lit up her gorgeous face.
As she walked towards her treasure, people gasped quite audibly and heads turned her way. Let them gawk, she was the goddess of the moon and darkness after all. She deserved every amazed stare she received. For, her pain and suffering were made up by her great beauty.
"Canada-sama!" she called out in her beautiful soprano voice "I have arrived after a dual with Hrentera!" Suddenly, she clutched her heart and collapsed. The mention of that wicked name was enough to send violent shock-waves of
The Fangirl- Chapter 11The Fangirl- Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Summary: Sadiq goes into a long explanation about how everything in this tale came to be.
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes (emphasis on this), Yaoi
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Hetalia. If I did, my crack pairings would be canon.
Gosh Sadiq, You're Life Just Sucks
"Got a little motto, always sees me through:
When you're good to Mama: Mama's good to you.
There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do.
You do one for Mama, she'll do one for you."
-From "When You're Good to Mama", a song from the American Broadway Production "Chicago"
Real World: Some time Ago
In this strange world was the constant presence of chattering players. Most of them were dressed in the everyday clothes of the normal world, but a vast majority was wearing colorful outfits and fancy wigs. Identification cards dangled from around their necks as they pushed the
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when it’s too late
Will you wonder what you could’ve done with it
Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!RomanoFuck my life.Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
FUCK MY LIFE!
Si. That was the mantra I was repeating over and over again in my head as I kept my face buried in a thick, feathery pillow. A fucking dirty one stained with my pathetic tears. Yes. There I go again with the stupid self pity. I've really got to stop that. Or actually no. I won't. Because I don't have to. That's right, motherfuckers.
I attempted to stifle my sobs by holding my breath so that those damn shudders wouldn't escape my lips, but it just didn't work. What the hell was the use? No one's here anyways. So, I'm going to just let it all out! And fuck you for criticizing me for doing so.
I rolled over so that I was facing the ceiling, my eyes studying the strange pattern of cracks that ran across it; damn, this really was an old room. It seemed like not much has changed since I was a kid around here. The walls were the same color, the garden outside looked the same, the scent was always the same, Antonio himself was always the same
Antonio, my preci
The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Continued. Please See Part One First]
The next thing I knew, my wrists were free and Ari was falling to the ground at my feet. I stared as his face laid in the blood puddle he made. I hadn't even realize that someone else was there until I noticed a new pair of feet standing besides him. I looked up, eagerly expecting Sadiq to be my savior. That was far from the truth.
"Estonia?" I whispered, amazed at the blond who stood before me. He held a bulky laptop in his hands as he stared down at the nation he just assaulted. By the stunned look in his violet eyes, I would say that also didn't expect himself to use his precious technology as a weapon.
Panting, he stood with shaking arms until his gaze drifted to me. Steadily, he calmed, slowly placing his laptop into the wooden floor. He asked, "S-Seychelles, are you alright? What happened? Oh, um-" He awkwardly extended a hand towards me. "Here, let me help you up."
"Sherry!" To him, it must have seemed as though I was just b
England x Reader x 2p England Part 3____________ has the perfect life. Beauty, smarts, a loving soon to be husband. However, there was something else that caused her pain. She couldn't describe it. It was like waking up from a bad dream, one that made her terrified that she was going to lose everything. Somewhere in that fear, it created a hole in her heart as if something was missing.England x Reader x 2p England Part 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Artie helped that thought fade in her mind. She couldn't ask for anything more than to be with him where she was safe and happy.
"I love you, Artie." She would whisper tenderly every time as he held her close. He made the pain go away, he healed the hole in her heart.
"As do I, my sweet little Mockingbird." Artie kissed her in response every time.
_____________ had noticed that there was a single rose in bloom in the corner of every room she went into as if it were a ghost that was following her. Artie wasn't fond of roses or flowers, he preferred plastic flowers and decorations if he displayed any decorations at all. This was much to ____
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
You KnowA dark, quiet place is where your body goes.You Know2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A spot where people pass and everybody knows.
Few stop to remember the person in the soil.
Few stop to pay respects, lay flowers, show they're loyal...
And though the air is sour and everybody goes.
It'd be nice to know you care. Nice to know you know.
I could be in heaven. I could be in hell
or I could be in purgatory waiting on the bell.
My spirit wanders endlessly despite my placid frame.
My soul hovers restlessly as I watch myself decay.
I hate to lose my dignity, my person... don't you know?
Just come by and remember me, remind me I must go.
Bad Wolf"Run" he whispersBad Wolf1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After he grabs her hand
And from that moment on
She was not bound to the land
To the end and before
They traveled together
Her with her mobile
And him with his leather
Together they faced
Both strangers and demons
But when she fell like a bomb,
She was caught by a seaman.
Now three, they pronounced
Some very long names.
But only one mattered
When they were thrown in the games.
Old enemies came
So he made her depart
But when she returned
She won with the heart.
But the heart was too large
So he took it with a kiss
And though he stood dying
She wouldn't soon miss.
For he had a new face
But was still just as mad
Alive!, in a suit
And some Converse he had.
Back in the blue box,
They saw all types of creatures,
Werewolves, France, satan,
And even some teachers.
But when old enemies returned
She couldn't hold on
Separated by the wall
And now they're both gone.
Four-ever she spends,
Trying to find
The man who she loved
For such a wobbly time
His noble, she reaches
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing your mother's cigarettes and your father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My mother threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that girls are not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon he was a sight of awe.
Impaling Teddy Bears"Oy! Frostbite! Get down here!"Impaling Teddy Bears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No. Go away."
"I'm not leaving ya'lone here."
"Why not," the words were cold, but not particularly spiteful, "you've done it for three hundred years. Why start now?" Bunny tried to keep his face from revealing how directly the words had hit home. His ears took care of that, and he felt them settle against the back of his head. Silently, he cursed his expressive appendages.
He crossed his arms, forcing his ears back into the air. "Well, you're going to have to get used to not bein' 'lone. Before the end'a today, either North or myself's gonna talk to ya. So either you choose one'a us ta tell ya off, or we'll both set ya down for a nice long chat." Bunny advanced to the tree. "'S your choice. Who's it gonna be?"
"No one," Jack turned his head away, "Leave me alone."
"I already told ya-"
"I can fly away. You won't be able to catch me if I'm up there."
Bunny paused, glaring up at the winter sprite. "I may not like the slay, Frostbite, but I ain't against us
Running Down hillShe hears voicesRunning Down hill6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
not always her own
the wind, perhaps,
into her hair
The breath on her neck
sends her flying
and so, she dances
with red fire's hot flame
while her sweet soul
drifts upwards and away.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are