Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal blissWithout Joy in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell
Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.
For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife
Why would you open embittered wounds and seek a constant pain?
Why must you always drench yourself in a cold and solemn rain?
Is the heart a device so perfectly fragile, that it needs to be reinforced
Or do we simply enjoy ourselves; screaming until we're hoarse...
The answer to this is not so simple and I've sought it out for years
I've searched in every distant cor
Hardwork v.s. TalentHardwork v.s. Talent:Hardwork v.s. Talent in Philosophical More Like This
In this world, hard work is everything. As ridiculous as it may sound, it is indeed a fact that cannot be ignored. Whilst the existence of geniuses or natural prodigies cannot be discounted as a mere anomaly of fate, it is also incorrect for us to believe that we cannot surpass them in our own way. The fact that some people appear to be more skilled at a particular task is simply the illusion of 'best fit'.
If a hundred people were asked to write poetry, some would be good and some would be bad. If the same hundred were asked to play sports, some would be good and some would be bad. Even if we take into account the fact that some individuals are 'well-rounded', even they will have an eventual weakness.
The problem then stems from one's ability to convert talent into something marketable as a job. For example, a talent in riding a unicycle can allow one to be an entertainer, but a talent in being able to find the best way to grope a person, is likely to get
Terror of the Red WorldTerror of the Red World:Terror of the Red World in Free Verse More Like This
When we first came to conquer Mars
We uncovered a darkness sealed in stone.
For endless years it waited here
On the world that we would call our own.
Through the darkest days the evil festered
Becoming a womb where the demons spawned...
And by the time we learned of them;
We were forced to greet a bloody dawn.
Men and structures
Like foetid art...
A horrid chant
On chilling winds
That broke our will...
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
She who sleeps beneath the sand.
Awaken, AWaken, Awaken, Awaken
Queen who was made to rule this land.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
The terror that binds the night.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
Devourer of the light!
With fangs of blood and claws of steel
She rose from the stony depths.
A giant like we have never seen
She quaked the world with steps!
No man nor beast could hope to face her
She was a living engine of malicious might.
But then we heard a heavenly voice
The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:The Tomb of Khaine in Free Verse More Like This
The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...
It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife
As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite
Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the space in front of them
But more of the creatures were blocking the door...
"We'll make a run for it, fast as we can.
I refuse to die, by a deadman's hand."
The Captain grinned for he saw the way
A single path to the light of day...
As they dashed for the door; cleaving a path
The Captain scattered some oil from a flask.
With a touch of powder to
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of menDragon Blood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more
In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both
I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel
But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of night
No more will the creatures of the swirling Nether
Defile the stability of our hearts and our homes
Today we stand as men of freedom
For our lives are now our own
Yet this is also a sombre day
One that is marked by the scar of grief
For some have not survived the change
But at least their pain was brief
But think not of
They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
It is said that their eyes are like obsidian doorways;
Which hold the key to the depths of the mind.
But none have the courage to look within them;
Afraid of what they'll find...
So my only advice to the weary traveller
Is to believe in the safety of the tavern
Do not look toward the darkest of corners
or you might just stir their cavern...
The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:The Never-ending Masque in Free Verse More Like This
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a sm
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
Under YouUnder You:Under You in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
Le reflet de la luneLe reflet de la lune in Philosophical More Like This
Hier soir, en revenant dune soirée avec mes amis, jétais seule dans ma voiture, il était 2h30 du matin, la radio allumée, je roulais en direction de chez moi. Cétait le printemps, le niveau de la rivière était tellement haut, que leau montait presque sur la route. Je me rappelle quune chanson jouait à la radio, je ne pourrais dire laquelle, mais je me souviens quelle était particulièrement belle. Tellement quelle mentraina avec elle dans un endroit différent. Qui jusquà aujourdhui métait resté inconnue. Pendant un moment ma vision se transforma ; Je ne voyais plus la route devant moi, ni les lampadaires, ni les pylônes électriques habituellement planté au milieu des champs, même les rares voitures qui passaient à cette heure là nexistaient plus. À vrai dire, à cet inst
Selection cruelle Fondamentalement, dans la nature il faut pour survivre être le plus fort.Selection cruelle in Philosophical More Like This
Et les plus faibles, faute d'être en mesure d'atteindre les préceptes de la vie, et pour ne point compromettre l'avenir de la postérité, leur trépas est vivement escompté. Sélection cruelle ou naturelle, c'est ce critérium qui assure l'évolution, sans laquelle, les espèces demeureraient au même stade, jusqu'à se faire succéder par le temps.
Actuellement, dans la société il faut pour survivre être le plus fort.
Et ces plus fort, faute d'être en mesure d'atteindre la paix avec eux-mêmes et les autres, et pour ne point compromettre leur avenir propre, l'élimination des plus faibles est donc anticipée. Sélection cruelle ou personnelle, c'est cette avarie qui assure les états d'inerties, sans lesquels, les humains siègeraient au même endroit, formant un tout,
IkeraElle a peur de se retrouver dans le noirIkera in Fantasy More Like This
de tomber au plus profond du désespoir
peur de ne plus jamais le voir
Et de ne plus arriver à dormir le soir
peur de s`éveiller en plein jour et de s`apercevoir
que tout est encore plongé dans le noir
peur de ne plus savoir qui croire
et de ne plus se souvenir de sa propre histoire
elle à peur d`oublier son nom
De commencer à trouver le temps long
peur de ne pas pouvoir agir à sa façon
et de finir par en perdre la raison
peur de se faire envoyer au front
de devoir se battre contre une légion
Pour une simple histoire de religion
mais elle a surtout peur de mourir avant d`avoir eu la réponse à sa question
Mais le temps à passé, et les choses on changées
Par contre elle n`a pas oublié le passé
Et elle veut retrouver ceux qu`elle a aimés
Elle à décidé de se révolter
Au nom de tout ceux don le sang a coulé
Ainsi qu`en l`honneur et la Libert
...Bien... in Other More Like This
Au creux d'un abîme d'angoisse
Des formes dénuées de tout sens
Une perception imagée
Pensées sans paroles
Que des images
Cette histoired`où m`est elle venue?Cette histoire in Other More Like This
comment est elle apparût?
cette histoire maudite,
cette histoire que j`ai écrite
Losqu`elle n`était que fumée,
elle m`avait bien amusé
Je n`aurais jamais du l`écrire,
ça n`a fait que la nourrir
Maintenant je pourrais m`enfuir,
mais je préfère encore mourir
Depuis ce jour, et jusqu`à ce jour
elle m`a suivi
Depuis j`ai hâte que ce soit fini
Elle ne m`a jamais aidé
et elle n`a pas terminé
Elle m`a trahie, elle m`a maudit
Elle est en train de me brûler de l`intérieur
Je commence à avoir peur...
avant qu`elle ne m`ai tuée
toi la lumiere,moi le feuIl y a cette lumièretoi la lumiere,moi le feu in Free Verse More Like This
que tu garde précieusement en toi
et un feu, immense qui attend pour brûler en moi
j'attends alors que tu m'éclaire
afin de mieux voir tes yeux
car ils sont pour moi comme l'air;
indispensable au feu.
Un feu brûle désormais en moi
mais il n'émet encore aucune chaleur
tu me demande alors pourquoi
je te répond alors de me serrer contre toi,
avant que ma flamme ne meurt
car sans tes bras
mon feu consume le bois,mais ne réchauffe pas.
merci à toi,je me sens mieux,à présent que mon feu peut brûler et aussi me réchauffer.
c`est alors que tu t'es levé, pour t'en aller
pourquoi en vas tu? t`ai-je alors demandé
tu m'as ensuite répondu: c`est pourtant évident,maintenant que tu as ton feu pour te réchauffé
pourquoi aurais tu encore besoin de moi?
je t`ai ensuite expliquer
que jaurais toujours besoin de toi
car un feu sans lumière ca n'existe pas.
Chasse GalerieJe vous invite à vous asseoirChasse Galerie in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Que je vous conte mon histoire
Ça s'est passé en plein chantier
À la veille du premier Janvier
Loin on était de tout soupçon
De faire partie du réveillon
Quand notre Baptiste est arrivé
D'un enthousiasme endiablé
Nous a fait la proposition
D'y aller par navigation
Je dois l'avouer j'ai hésité
Mais au final j'ai acquiescé
Se tenir loin des jeux à boire
Ce n'était pas la mer à boire
Ne pas toucher aux emblèmes
Ni prononcer aucun blasphème
On s'est rendu à Lavaltrie
Sans effleurer un crucifix
On a chanté, on a dansé
Jusqu'à la fin de la soirée
Mais lorsque fût le temps de rentrer
Baptiste était rendu pacté
On lui a collé un bâillon
Pour retenir tous ses jurons
On a repris nos avirons
Et pris le cap vers les bucherons!
Là c'est moi qui a dût conduire
Et empêcher Baptiste de nuire
Tout se déroulait pour le mi
Mourrir pour revivreil y a deux êtres de force contraire qui habitent en mon dedansMourrir pour revivre in Other More Like This
et ils se font la guerre depuis bien longtemps
Ils détruisent mon intérieur
me rendant insensible aux douleurs extérieures
mais de plus en plus fragile de l`intérieur
ce n`est que lorsqu`ils sont en parfaite équilibre
que je peux enfin me sentir libre
libre de vivre ma vie comme bon me le semble
car le reste du temps mon âme en tremble
le jour me montre toutes les raisons possibles de vouloir en finir
et la nuit les mile et une façon d`y parvenir
le rêve de s`éteindre au bout de son sang
pour ne plus jamais avoir à risquer d`être rattrapée par le temps
le rêve d`être noyée par ses propres pleurs
dans l`espoir d`un jour pouvoir être libérée de la peur
le rêve de mourir,l`espoir de pouvoir enfin revivre
en un être libre,sans plus jamais avoir à souffrir
en niant le plus longtemps possible, le fait de devoir un jour &
VengeanceMaintenant que je sais la véritéVengeance in Other More Like This
Je serai désormais sans pitié
Cela ne servira à rien de vous agenouillés devant moi pour pleurer
Ou bien pour essayer de me faire avaler votre version de la vérité
Avant c`était bien facile de m`entourlouper
Mon passé je l`avais oublié
Bien souvent j`ai été trompée en croyant à vos stupidités
Mais maintenant que je me souviens
Je sais désormais de qui me méfier
Et aussi à qui je peux me confier
Mais je sais aussi qui je devrais égorger
Et c`est pour cette raison
Que je me tiens devant ta maison
Le poignard à la main
Tout en sachant que tu ne te douteras de rien
Car que tu m'as toujours dit que je ne me souviendrais jamais de rien
Vengeance ou pardonC`est quand j'ai vue ton regard glaçantVengeance ou pardon in Other More Like This
Ainsi que ton sourire sanglant
Que j`ai compris que tu allais mourir
Sans avoir eu le temps de voir tes enfants grandir
Ils t`on eu, comme ils ont eu ton frère il y a peu
Mais comme tu me l`avais promit, tu n`es pas parti
Avant de m`avoir dit adieu
Je t`es tenu la main pendant que ton sang était en train de se vider
J`ai embrassé une dernière fois tes lèvres glacées
Avec l`espoir de te voir une dernière fois sourire
Mais tu étais déjà en train de partir
Alors je n`ai su que faire, que de m`éfondrer
Je n`ai eu qu`à faire que de me mettre à pleurer
En essayant désespérement d`apaiser mes souffrances
En attendant avec impatience le jour de notre vengeance
Ceux qui t'on fais cela feront face à ma rage
Je te le jure
Et je ne me retiendrai pas pour écraser chacun de leurs visages
Tu peux en être sûre
Même si après je risque la prison
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 10Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"S-Spain... I think I'm gonna vomit you bastard..." said Romano, slightly panting
"H-Hey! Don't vomit on my chest!"
Today's the day! As Arthur promised, he is taking you and your children to Hawaii. He brought also Gilbert, Ludwig, France, Romano and Antonio along because Matthew wants them to come. You guys were currently traveling in Arthur's airplane, you were in the front seats with your family. Gilbert and Ludwig at the back, Francis on the next seat to the right, Antoio and Romano behind him.
"Chica, Thanks for inviting us"
"Oh? You should be thanking Matthew or Arthur"
"How romantic of you England, Taking ___ to Hawaii, huh?" said France while smelling a rose he seemingly pulled out of thin air. You would have to ask the Frenchman about that, one day it might be a useful skill to have.
"Got problem with that?" Arthur snarled
"If only ___ was my woman, I'd bring her to Paris or anywhere she wanted~" he boasted
After 15 minutes, you arrived at Hawaii, The weather was freaking hot!
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 20Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I will tell you how I met Arthur. I planned to do some paperworks at overseas, because I thought I would be happier if I couldn't see my stupid boss' irritating face.
I decided to take a break from the tedium of my work, stepping out on to the soft sand of the pristine beach. The air was crisp and cool, the wind blowing teasing fingers and fluffing up my hair. The sea was still and calm, the only thing ruining the view was the dark blot of a large ship on the horizon heading this way. When the ship got close enough to be out of the suns glare, I saw it was a beautifully designed and made galleon, I really want to ride that ship,feel the gleaming timber deck under my feet.
After a few minutes, the boat dropped the anchor, and longboats brought a handful of rew to the shore. I wondered what they were doing here. I saw a tall figure stand and jump down from the boat, his leather boots making the sand crunch. I saw he was a pirate.
He had a blond hair, I'm not sure of his eye color,
Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends PrologueThis year, you're now a 4th year/senior student and this is the last year of you, being a highschool student. First day of school starts at spring. In your look, nothing changed, just your uniform, your skirt was cut shorter, and your hair was clipped at the left side. At school, nothing changed too, you still have your bestfriends, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis, they're also senior students this year. They never change... still the Moron Trio.Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day you transferred at your current school, they're the first ones who approached to you and want to become friends with you. You're not an anti-social so you become friends with them within 1 day, you guys were already that close. The day you still hadn't come at the school, they were called the "Bad Touch Trio", Now, they're are called "Bad Friends" including you.
Ever since the day you attended the school, you suddenly have one or two hate clubs for being TOO close to them, but the trio had it shutted down, but you knew there were st
Prince!England X Reader: The Royal BloodlinePrince!England X Reader: The Royal Bloodline in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur escaped from the castle again for the who knows my many times with his horse. According to him, life inside the castle sucks as hell, everything gets on your way, not letting you do whatever you please. No matter what you do, you were always get dictated.
He got out from the castle by disguising as a carriage man, thankfully it worked unbelievably, the security inside was so tight. Arthur went out to town to see what his people doing.
'Lively as always...' he thought to himself as he tied his white horse at the fences.
He always loved this town, the smell of the foods and the kind and cheerful people. He walked and walked until he got satisfied, and then, he saw a terribly familiar looking girl with a (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. He approached to her and talked to her without a second thought.
"Hey there, can I ask what's your name, miss?" he said with a calm voice. He didn't care what she'll think of him.
"_-_____..." you replied shyly, surprised at the unusual question.
Punk!America X Model!Reader: ProfessionalsPunk!America X Model!Reader: Professionals in Romance More Like This
You were at your apartment, reading your schedule with glasses on while drinking a cappuccino coffee. It had 14 photoshoots straight, no gaps. It was been 2 years working with another professional model living just at the next door, He's Alfred F. Jones, a punk. At first, you had a hard time getting along with him but since he was on the next door, you became close and also because you work with him as models. You both are very popular because of you two's good look and kind to others not like the other Actors and Actresses. Three minutes left till your next photoshoot. This time it'll be on New York, you heard from Alfred that there'll be a male model you two will work with, you asked him who is it but he told you you'll meet him once you got there. That person is also a Jones. A close friend but not a relative.
"__! Let's go!" Alfred shouted behind your door.
"W-Wait!" you responded. You quickly ran at the sink to place your coffee and grabbed your red bag after
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 8Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why Isn't Mama here yet...?" Matthew sobbed, waiting eagerly for you to come. Today, you and Arthur weren't home. A large part of Russia was rebelling. As a part of the Allied Forces, you two got involved. The allies and their bosses told you that you were not only to stop the rebelling, but to conquer the whole of Russia, a seemingly impossible feat.
"Where's the reinforcements!? We're running out of soldiers!!!" Arthur cried, hiding behind of the sandbags.
"Damn that rebels..." you cursed, shooting every rebel you spotted.
"Ambushing our Headquarters Even France isn't that stupid. This is a move only someone very confident or a complete novice would make." Francis gritted his teeth
In your current location was difficult for you to launch an attack, or even defend yourselves properly. , The batallion of rebels firing a never ending rain of bullets, All you can do is hide. They even bombed the second Headquarters, lots of soldiers died there. Before the Russian reinforments come, a gr
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 7Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred and Matthew can go to school now, It's good for them to have lots of friends. Not to mention, little Romano, Italy and Germany will go to school too!
"Mama! Don't forget to pack lots of hamburgers okay?" Alfred cried from the living room. As he saidthat, you were busy packing as many hamburgers as will fit in his blue, red and white patterned lunchbox. You knew that Matthew would want donuts so you and Arthur baked some last night. Alfred and Matthew ran to the kitchen to get their lunch boxes with their blue uniforms on.
"Here ya' go~" you smiled as you handed their lunch boxes to them.
"Mama, did you put donuts?" Matthew questioned
"Of course" you simply answered, After hearing your answer, he hugged you tightly around the knees
"Alfred! Matthew! Let's go! You're gonna be late!" Arthur yelled from his room.
"Wait for Papa in the car, Now come on" you pushed them gently to the door and you head to the bedroom.
"Are you coming too?" Arthur asked while looking himself at the mirr
Pirate!England X Princess!Reader: Mr. Simple"W-Who are you?!" you asked, pulling the blankets to your body.Pirate!England X Princess!Reader: Mr. Simple in Romance More Like This
There was a wounded young man standing at the balcony.
"Arthur... Kirkland..." he panted "Leave that aside, mind to treat my bloody wound? I'm gonna die ya' know?"
"Y-Yes, sure..." you quickly searched for the aid-kit. You roughly pulled the man and let him sat on your bed.
"What are you doing here?" You squinted,
"Well... How should I answer that... Bribe hunters were hunting me that's all"
"Any other reason?"
"Your bloody mansion is on the way! So I thought it's the dead end..." he sighed.
"Don't blame me for building it here!"
Arthur Kirkland is a famous pirate, Yeah, famous to bribe hunters. Everyday, his life isn't safe, everywhere he go, hunters are hunting him.
Sun rose up, lighting the whole room... lighting a shirtless man beside you...
You kicked him out of the bed. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Who the hell are you?!" you asked back.
Netherlands X Reader: Thank You...You're heading home after watching a night movie with Abel, It was 9:30 PM, you're riding a motorcycle with him, somewhat you're kind of scared but you don't know why.Netherlands X Reader: Thank You... in Short Stories More Like This
"Did you like the movie?" He asked
"Yes!" you answered cheerfully
"Hey ___, can you hug me?"
"Of course!!" you gave him a tight hug at the back
"Can you say I love you to me?" he smiled gently as ever
"I love you, my baby~"
"Now, can you take off my helmet and you wear it on?"
"Eh...? for what?" the curious you asked
"Please..." he pleaded
There was a news in TV that there were two person caught in an accident, A motorcycle hitted a post, One died while the other one survived.
He knew that the breaks were broken when the time he's driving with you. He had you hug him, say I Love You to him. Why did he gave you the helmet? To protect you. He treasured you so much, Loved you so much.
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 6Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today is Autumn, Gilbert invited your "family" for a picnic under the maple tree at the fringes of the forest. Not so many people coming to that forest because there was rumour that it was haunted. Most people are petrified by the mere thought of entering the forest (apparently some of the ghosts can wield swords with deadly accuracy) but, as a country, you can't die, so you aren't too worried.
Gilbert also invited Spain with his little Romano and Francis, the whole Bad Touch was there.
"Aah~ the air is so refreshing~" Spain stretched his arms as he lay down at the mat.
"Why did you bring us here? You should have just invited us to the park" you said while feeding Matthew
"Eh? Are you complaining madel? The awesome me should be in a cool place like this!" said Gilbert proudly, little Germany is with him.
"Are you scared ___?" Francis joked around.
"N-No I'm not!!"
"Oh really? ohonhon~"
"Stop teasing her you frog!" Arthur snarled
"The prince has come to save the princess~" said Gilbert
BeautifulYou are beautiful.Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
No matter what.
And in every single way.
So don't believe what others say.
They don't know the real you.
And if they did,
Then they wouldn't say it in the first place.
No one can be you,
No one can go through what you have been through.
You are beautiful.
In your own way.
No one can compare to you.
And no one should even try.
Those who say you're not beautiful,
Don't know what their missing.
So don't worry.
You're not alone.
And you won't be for very long.
Things you never forget.You never forget:Things you never forget. in Free Verse More Like This
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.
Crazy?Am I crazy?Crazy? in Free Verse More Like This
I think I am.
Yup, definitely crazy.
That's what I am.
I must be crazy.
I have to be out of my mind.
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want a relationship.
I don't want to fall into fads.
I don't want to listen to gossip.
I don't want to be mean.
I don't want to be super nice.
I don't want to constantly be on my phone.
I don't want to listen to your problems.
I want to be myself.
I want to wear miss-matched clothes.
I want to be by myself.
I want to like what I like.
I want to hear silence.
I want to be caring.
I want to be calm.
I want to deal with my own problem.
I want to hear my own thoughts.
I want to be myself.
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.A Child Again in Free Verse More Like This
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishment.
I wish I could be a child again.
When looks didn't matter,
And when I didn't have responsibility.
I don't want to worry.
I don't want to grow up.
I just want to be a child again.
I am.I am.I am. in Free Verse More Like This
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then
I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.
I am the child who was forgotten.
I am the broken.
I am the hero.
I am the villain.
I am the takers.
I am the givers.
I am the deserving.
I am the bullied.
I am the pressured.
I am the suffering.
I am the surviving.
I am the wishers.
I am the dreamers.
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. in Free Verse More Like This
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Prayer for calmLord, make me silent.Prayer for calm in Free Verse More Like This
Teach me to pray without asking.
I talk too much, loud and discordant.
I never hear your call.
Lord, make me still.
Teach me to lie in repose.
I move all day, fierce and clumsy.
I never feel your guiding hand.
My heart is frantic,
my mind ill at ease,
thrumming and twitching
with unceasing demands.
Lord, quiet me, still me.
Gathering DarkGathering Dark in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin
Disturbing the PeaceWomen in corsetsDisturbing the Peace in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
disturb the peace.
Lest we forgetLest we forget in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
Rain Of ThunderRain Of Thunder in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Thunder
I took the gift of light for granted-
Assuming I would always see
But when my world darkened-
My fears took the best of me
And I would give anything
Just to see a spark or a glow
But my faith was also fading
Withering away like my hope
The only sight I had
Was beyond the walls in my mind
But they were just figments from the past
A false savior that I could only hide behind
The shadows were becoming my mask
It was shielding me from living my life
The skies rumbled ominously / Like cries echoing sorrowfully
I felt rain falling endlessly / Like infinite liquid apologies
Reality shed the blackness / The roars fiercely pierced
My eyes ignited the darkness / The heavens suddenly burst
What once was lost
Can also be found
For effects without a cause
Nothing would ever be returned
Our paths will once again cross
For destiny is bound
The lowest of the low-
I have seen
Old Friend: PrologueOld FriendOld Friend: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: The Day The Rains Came For Me
I had a feeling that it was going to rain soon. Oh how I wish to get caught up in it. I don't have an umbrella, and my coat doesn't have a hood. The desire to become drenched lingered, because I haven't gotten drenched in such a long time. I love the sound it makes when it hits every surface. The clings and clangs were a joy of mine. I secretly love it when my hair gets wet- or ruined. Especially when my bangs droop down into my eyes. I indulge in the sensation of when the water streams down my cheek.
It was cloudy and the hue was gray. I couldn't stand the humidity that plagued the city. The streets were as bleak as they could be. People walked by me like it was the saddest day of their lives. I couldn't blame them though, because if it was the saddest day- it would have to be today.
The sound of a piano could be heard streaming through my headphones. I always listened to music at maximum volume on my iPod. It
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
To Be A Malkavian...You see Kindred, there is a deep meaning to the clan of Malkav. Malkavians. Those who share the blood of the antediluvian, Malkav. So, so many kindred are aware of our curse, the insanity that runs from sire to childer down through the generations of our clan.To Be A Malkavian... in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
And yet, the camarilla accepts us with open arms. Why then, would the camarilla accept a bunch of psychotic, deranged fools into their midst? Why not exterminate us, or better still leave us for their greatest enemy, the sabbat? That way, we become the problem of the enemy.
I will tell you why. Because we of Malkavs blood, like so many Kindred have a skill. A strength. An attribute that sets us apart from the other clans. A skill that is unique to us alone. And those who are wise within the camarillas inner circle realise that our gift is far more valuable than the brute strength of the Bruja, or the sharp politicking skills of the Ventrue. No. You see my dear Kindred, the curse of Malkav is also his blessing. And as
The World Of DarknessEach day, millions of people wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, come home, watch Tv, take dinner and then go to sleep. Every day between the hours of eight and nine AM and five and six PM the roads of Britain jam with traffic and the public transport becomes clogged with people. Sometimes these people go to the shops in their cars, or they go away for a holiday.The World Of Darkness in Horror More Like This
On the continent a similar pattern is repeated, the times of day change, the roads are not as clogged, but the pattern is there all the same. In fact, for the world over this is true. Wake, work, sleep. Some work in fields growing crops for their family, or for pennies a day. Some work in skyscrapers, huge glass monoliths earning thousands of pounds for crunching numbers. Some earn millions just for being seen. But they all wake in the morning, work and go to bed at night, laying safe in their beds, forgetting all the monsters that scared them when they where children.
The world sleeps at night. It lays down it
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil wovenThat one girl in Free Verse More Like This
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
PrussiaxReader: Cell Phone ConversationPrussiaxReader: Cell Phone Conversation in Short Stories More Like This
[A/N: This is written like a script, and it's of 'you' and Gil's phone call, then it goes to normal 3rd person style.]
Gil: ______... do ya hate me?
G: I told you I'm sorry.
Y: You didn't mean it.
G: Y-yeah, I did! I totally did! I swear!!!
Y: Oh really.
G: Duh of course!
G: Seriously. I meant it.
Y: That's what you said last time, too.
G: Kay, well I PROMISE this is the last time.
Y: Of course you do. And you did then too. How many times do I have to tell you I
do NOT want to go out with you and those stupid friends of your.
G: W-why noooot?!
Y: BECAUSE EVERY TIME I DO ALL YOU DO IS ACT LIKE A JERK.
G: I do not...
Y: Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure when you push your girlfriend into a water
fountain in front of the whole mall you're a jerk.
G: I said I'm sorry...
Y: YEAH I KNOW BUT IF YOU WERE REALLY SORRY YOU'D BE A BETTER
SpainxReader: ClaustrophobicSpainxReader: Claustrophobic in Short Stories More Like This
You snapped your phone shut with a sharp click
Somehow, your best friend Antonio had managed to persuade you to go to a fancy dance with him. It wasn't like a date or anything, or so you kept trying to convince yourself, it was just a friendly invitation, right? No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help but be nervous. Mainly it was because you were crazy about your friend. I mean, what girl wouldn't be? He was kind, funny, charming, and, face it, he was the hottest guy for miles...
You shook your head and walked to your closet to find a dress to wear. He wouldn't like you anyway...you were just friends...
The second thing that made your stomach flip when he had asked you was your terrifying fear of crowds. You had a serious case of claustrophobia, and he knew that. Still...
"C'mon! I'm sure if you just come to the party and enjoy yourself, you'll be fine!"
You shuddered, remembering his words and pulled out a simple short black strapless and went to change and get ready.