Picking Up The Pieces 4, 5, and 6A/N: Spoilers.. for the joujin I drew. Warning: yaoi (boyxboy). Explicit Language. Uke!America, MPreg, incest(I honestly don't see it as incest between Canada and America) I'm not bashing England or France I just kinda needed someone to break up with America and really hurt him. I like RusAme too much, so not likely same with GerMerica. This is CanAme (pretty much favorite Hetalia couple.) Human names used as well as country names, also sometimes America will be called by the name Ally. One more thing America's body structure will change. Please enjoy reading thanks.Picking Up The Pieces 4, 5, and 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hesitate before knocking on Alfred's door. No one has seen him or heard of him for 2 weeks. He usually is always hanging out with Kiku, Arthur or me.
I knock on it again with the same response. Well I'm going to get nowhere like this. I take out my s
Picking Up The Pieces part 1, 2, and 3A/N: I decided to write up the joujin, Picking Up The Pieces I've drawn. I only have 1 posted. Spoilers.. for the joujin I drew. Warning: yaoi (boyxboy). Explicit Language. Uke!America I'm not bashing England or France I just kinda needed someone to break up with America and really hurt him. I like RusAme too much so not likely same with GerMerica. This is CanAme (pretty much favorite Hetalia couple.) Please enjoy reading thanks.Picking Up The Pieces part 1, 2, and 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Alfred's (America's) POV
I can't breathe. This isn't happening. England and France kissing. I take of my glasses hoping that there is just dirt on them and that this isn't happening. It can't be. Arthur. He couldn't he wouldn't do this to me. Right? I feel tears spring in my eyes and start to slide down my cheeks leaving warm trails.
"A-Arthur....?" I whisper. The two break apart looking at
Love Note...?A/N: I wrote this probably like a year ago. Its been taking up space in my documents, so I thought I would post here. Its just one of the many drabbles that pop into my head. Many don't fully get written, but this one is lucky. So, um... read if you want. Honestly it probably won't be well written.Love Note...?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Diary, March 13, 2013
I opened my locker and a note fell out. It read:
Carlyn, My Love
When I saw you yesterday the sun shinned so beautifully on your ebony hair. A heavenly luminosity was around you creating an even more angelic look that you always have. This jus
Drip, DropSlit, slitDrip, Drop2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drip, drop, drip, drop....
The red against the snow like white
Cool steel slashes
Quickly silently red peeks
A stream running down onto the floor.
White tile floors are now red
Darkness consuming colors blending
Now only red
Birth Of An Angel Bright orange, purple, and pink lights painted the turning navy blue sky. Stars danced on the heavens making it look like snow fell. Last golden rays disappeared behind the royal-purple mountains. Darkness engulfed the mountain that guards the green forest, the calm beautiful lakes, and all that live them. Streams that usually burbled and gurgled went silent. Small fuzzy animals that roam the night didn't dare peek out of their abodes.Birth Of An Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An illuminating glow starts around an old willow tree. Her branches sway ever so gently in the slight breeze. The willow twists shifting its form. The blue glow enhances swirling around- the jade wisps come alive. Slowly everything fades, in the wake of the willow a basket with a bundle covered in fine silk lays. A small infant’s face can be seen peeking out from the white precious cloth.
Though spring, pure snow falls leaving so
Not Creative Enough to Think of A Proper TitleAnger courses throughNot Creative Enough to Think of A Proper Title1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jealousy within my veins
It's screwing with my brain
Screaming wanting to be out
To lash and cry
This rage makes me dead but,
all more alive.
Life and a LadyLife and a LadyLife and a Lady1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little girl,
With pastel stains on her cheeks
I remember so vaguely
But she walked home that day
With a star in her hands
And chocolate milk on her mind
A little lady,
With confetti littered in her cheeks
I remember, though barely
But she walked home that day
With a medal in her hands
And the promised computer in mind
A teenage girl,
With tears on her cheeks
I remember somewhat clearly
But she walked home that day
With a toga in hand
And college in her mind
A grown-up lady,
With make-up on her cheeks
I remember lucidly
And she walked home that day
With a diploma in hand
And success in her mind
With blush on her cheeks
I remember so vividly
And she walked home that day
With a ring in her hand
And a man in her mind
With bloom on her cheeks
I’ll remember infinitely
Walked to a new home that day
With a hand in her hand
And eternity in her mind
With small hands on her cheeks
I’ll remember joyfully
And she walked home that day
Not ScaryNot Scary2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Plagued by nightmares and chased by demons.
One way out.
Will it hurt?
Will there finally be peace?
Or is an eternal sleep too good for me?
Will they fallow me and still torment me?
Laughter ringing but not good, never good.
High pitched giggles as they pick at everything.
Every fault, every mistake, everything that ever was good turns bad.
Once beautiful rainbows turns viscous telling horrors of what is to come next.
One mistake, one cut.
Another one and another because just doing that is a mistake even as I try to atone.
When my soul is being sucked right out of me I go numb.
Numb to almost everything.
Fear what is that?
The pain is fresh but what really makes pain isn't a bundle of nerves.
Its the fear.
Now gone, there is nothing but morbid fascination and glee.
Fascination as the red drips on the floor rolling off me.
Glee as I dip my fingers in my blood.
I make a beautiful
Understand 8/49Floating in the air; barely even thereUnderstand 8/492 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cherry Blossom drifts on the wind like a silent prayer
Tales of another life never to be heard
Fading fast disappearing in space
Her name forgotten just another face
Her spirit was floating in the air, but now is not there.
In His Element (ZoSanZo Oneshot)In His Element (ZoSanZo Oneshot)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every time his agent convinced him to join a new team, he'd always ended up wanting to kick the man in the balls by the end of the first practice. It had always seemed as if that idiot went out of his way to find the biggest assholes in the league to stick him with.
This bunch had seemed to be no different, but they had some real skills on the ice. That Eustass guy in particular was a helluva power forward; it almost seemed as if he had an unnatural pull over where the puck went. His boy Killer, as if his name fit like a glove, showed no mercy in the game but seemed to be a little more calculating and aloof than his friend; in addition to being one of the quickest playmakers he'd ever seen. The rest of the team seemed to follow their orders to a fault, so Zoro had mostly just observed them for the first session to see where he would fall in as the new shutdown. The only other new addition, Usopp, had been mouthy as hell while they'd been suiting up, bragging something about having eigh
Drowning...If someone told me I was going to die by drowning I wouldn't expect it to be in this way. I thought it would be more like this:Drowning...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Any energy I had left was being sucked away I as I sank to bottom. Water started to fill my lungs slowly, so antagonizing slowly. It burned so badly. The water- at this point I couldn't tell if was water anymore it could just be liquid fire. Everything was already blurred, black spots, and blue-green hues were now all that I could see. I'm slipping, I knew it, I hated it. Feeling was lost now. The wetness that was the water seemed not even there now. Sounds were leaving also. Small bubbles that I once heard coming from my mouth stopped. If they were still there I wouldn't of known. Lethargy had already settled in. I was becoming so much more tired. Sleep so sounded heavenly at this point. Pain I had once felt started to disappear. I thought that everyone, everything loved me
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
.how to comfort someone.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with an anxiety disorder:
tell them to
that they only panic
because they're just not
to handle themselves.
say that it's not
since it's not bad for you,
it can't be for
that's just how it works,
is my personal favorite.
because the one thing
that i want to hear
when i'm choking on my own sweat
is that i need to calm down.
autumn.i press leaves betweenautumn.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the intention of preserving
everything i once was.
StorytellerStorytellerStoryteller1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
HugsStay away.Hugs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't come near me.
I didn't have a voice before,
But now it's time for you to hear me.
I can't touch anyone.
I can't comfort a friend.
I get too scared,
Afraid the world will end.
When someone tries to embrace me
My first instinct is to fight.
They turn away and say I'm crazy,
And I go home and cry at night.
They don't know why I'm like this.
They don't know what to do.
I can't tell them why.
I can't tell them it's because of you.
I can't tell them that you grabbed me
And squeezed me till I fainted.
You made my entire world go black.
Now all hugs are tainted.
You "hugged" me too tight,
And you told me that you "loved" me.
You hugged me till my ribs cracked
And everything was empty.
I can't embrace someone
And tell them that I love them.
All I do is flinch away
And try not to run from them.
Clean-Shaven Politician BluesLook at all those talking men, babe,Clean-Shaven Politician Blues1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
with their nicely shaven jaws.
You know they never break the law, babe,
because they write the laws.
I've been writing since last year, babe,
and I wrote this morning too.
But I cannot write the law, babe -
I just do what I can do.
You know what this world is made of -
it is five parts fantasy.
Fantasy may taste like ashes,
or it may be honey sweet.
I hear burning, I hear ashes,
from those men with pretty jaws.
I see a world so full of trouble,
and I believe I know the cause.
Look at all those talking men, babe,
all the ones who are in charge.
They think that nothing ever changes -
but then sometimes it does.
UntitledThe clean sharp blade, the rough-hewn nooseUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can be stayed with a single word
Even failing, it can become a rallying cry
That echoes down generations
I climbed a scaffold twenty stories high
To scream at the ant-people to live
(I saw a thousand people in white
wade out into the ocean, gulls flying about
their heads; they sang a song of redemption.)
Never let your last word be goodbye
WorthYou don't have the rightWorth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To tell me how much I'm worth
Constantly bringing me down
With a few simple words
You throw them at me
Like it's nothing
But it feels
Everything I've ever done wrong
Trapped between two words
I try to prove you wrong
I try to be worth something
I try and I try
But it's never enough
I try and I try
But you never change
You brawl behind words
That I've learned to shield
But when it comes down to it
You're the one hiding
And I'm the one fighting
One day I'll be free
And then you'll know
That you had no right
To label me worthless
SparrowI enter the old classroomSparrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and on the blackboard
lies a sparrow drawn in chalk,
or rather the lines around which
the hollowness of a sparrow
can be divined.
The problem with hollowness
is that what's revealed and what's omitted
cancel out and the image
seems as much vacuum as shape,
and what I'm seeing
is as much myself as the sparrow.
something between rows
walking between desks,
The vertigo between lessons returns
along with the silent letters in words
that were only given meaning
What I learned sank into my skin,
into something me and not-me.
Education seems less
accommodation than accumulation,
a patina, an outline.
I write on the board,
The slow motion of the universe
collects until objects appear.
I write it as far from the bird
as I can, in a long, single line
pointing more toward the empty space
on the board
than the bird lying
at the end of it.
I leave the classroom
Sonnet XVIIIDo not send me roses. I much preferSonnet XVIII6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Them lustily blooming with pink-tinged breath
And sacred thorns. I do not want them dead
But vibrant, budding vines that can concur
With blossoming love rather than confer
With shallow, cracking vase. Lust painted red
Must flower free and bright-it can't be led
To grow once plucked. Love should not be metered
In thornless bunches. Rootless, inconstant
Passion does not burn. Do not deliver
Flowers to prove that your love is sincere.
I will not kiss you, but brokenly lament
A shadowed love whose petals will quiver
And die, unsustained by my hopeful tears.
upon finding your first boyfriend on facebookyou've changed your glassesupon finding your first boyfriend on facebook9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and have more hair than i know what to do with,
but you're down a genuine smile and all the photos
we took together.
i would rather see light in your eyes
and a prettier girl on your arm
than see that i hurt you,
bird with wounded wing.
nine long months before it healed,
broken to the marrow i bled you out, you touched no one, you loved no one
because i broke you down to the heart;
i wish you'd cut me down instead of
cut me out.
Love is Like...Love is Like...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's kind of like when you stick your finger in a light socket,
And a shock ripples through your body.
Then, everything is clear,
And you understand why your parents told you not to.
It's sort of like when you look at the sun,
And there's beauty and light in the first instant,
But then there are just black spots and pain,
And you understand why it's bad for your eyes.
It's almost like when you're falling,
And you feel weightless
Until you hit the pavement and cut your knee.
Then, you live in constant fear of falling,
But you meet that one guy,
And you can't help but take a chance.
He shocks you;
He burns you,
But he doesn't catch you.