Losing Everything and Climbing BackLosing Everything and Climbing Back:Losing Everything and Climbing Back in Free Verse More Like This
Is where I am standing.
I will not back down,
I am still wordmancing.
This goes out to,
My greatest rival.
I fell down hard,
Now you wear my title.
I used to be the King,
but now I am down.
So you can keep the title,
And take the crown.
But now I'm climbing back,
To the top of hill.
So wash and wait for me,
Cause I'm goin' for the kill.
You are the greatest,
Poet of Light.
Your emotions and your heart,
Are fuckin' bright.
But forget me not,
I am the dark of night.
And you are the target,
Within my sight.
"Lock and load lads, it's time fer a fight!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Captain Chenbeard the PirateCHARACTER INFORMATION:Captain Chenbeard the Pirate in Profiles More Like This
Birth Name: Chen Yuan Wen
Pirate Name: Chenbeard the Pirate
Your Birthday: 01/08/1990
Description: A young asian male often seen wearing a black fedora. Has a preference for white shirts and simple black pants. Wears a belt with a golden buckle. His eyes have a unique colour of black, often mistaken for brown due to the person's reflection. He is quick to smile, but dangerous in combat.
Character Class: Pirate Captain (Wisdom Based)
Current Level: 3
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Resilience - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 18 (+4)
Charisma - 14 (+2)
Head - Guard's Feather (All reflex checks gain +1 roll bonus)
Shoulders - None
Body - None
Belt - None
Gloves - None
Legs - None
Boots - Happy Feet (Always strike first in battle, no initiative roll required)
Weapon Accessory - Spell Tag (+2 damage to any attack)
Ring - None
Amulet - None
Spare Equipment (5 S
The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:The Secret Garden in Free Verse More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your bellies I have planted seed.
Soon it will grow and begin to mature
You will feel it breathing inside your heart.
The gift to change this wretched world;
But first it must be torn apart...
"I am Chaos and I am sin..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th April 2012
Gangsta PiratesGangsta Pirates:Gangsta Pirates in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come here and sit tight, I'll tell you bout the pirating life
It's like we're living on the edge gun-pointed and knife!
See the killer crews stabbin'; the looters start grabbin'
All the little gubbins and bits, the girls are nabbin'!
Rollin' through the seas in a ship that is black,
You asked me for my cannons but you saw I was stacked!
Forty-two, I got em on the prows and sides,
We be the pirates rollin' with the heat on our ride.
Like a tippin' iceberg yeah our crew is tight.
We raidin' merchant ships deep in the dead of the night.
See I'm a ghost-like killer, soul to the swiller,
To think I would have been the son of a miller.
No grains in my coach, just treasure that's fat.
I got me ten trunks full and a chest in the back.
Now we headin' to the seas cause we bury it right?
Ya ain't gonna find where we it put it aight!
No maps, no clues,
We don't touch the booze.
You won't find my treasure
Cause I ain't gonna lose...
"Now then, which ye scurvy dogs remembe
Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX]Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX]:Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX] in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's got a secret
She's got a secret deep inside of you
Don't tell her nothing
Keep it all hushed away for good
With all her secrets
Hidden in her cold and lovely eyes
It's in her brown eyes
Cold eyes that that you've seen tonight
She's telling all lies
Everything you knew was meant to die
In her brown eyes
She will be the lonely killer tonight
With all her secrets
She's whispering these countless lies
From her brown eyes
All the secrets that were meant to die
Keep it tidy
She will come alone for you tonight...
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide!
-Chen Yuan Wen ft. Rialda K. (JoltingAdlaiR), March 16th 2
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
SANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A light novel by Chen Yuan Wen
BY WHICH MEASURE do we seek to judge the morally justified and the morally corrupt? Who becomes the saviour of the story and who becomes the villainous wretch? It is a question that is easily answered, even if the answer might seem distasteful: for it is the victor, in any situation, who will marked as a hero. They will always be justified, regardless of their actions, and any misbehaviour will simply be explained away as a part of their natural function. In the end, it matters not how many lives were sacrificed; nor does it matter how many women or children were slain. This is simply passed off as the price of victory, a collateral damage to which no one is held accountable. The defeated will be forgotten, whilst the victor basks in the glory and support of both the heavens and the earth. It is an illusion, a bias that we implant in ourselves; it is a heuristic idea that helps us recognise the alpha figure o
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
A Tale of Pirates 1A Tale of Pirates 1:A Tale of Pirates 1 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a cold night one winter's eve as a single cloaked figure walked out from the 'Seedy Folks' tavern.
This man, was none other than Chenbeard himself. The fiercest pirate in the seven seas of literature. Said to be born from a merchant on the Eastern Coast of Bai Long, he chose the pirate's life after murdering his an entire city in cold blood.
Betrayed by his old crew, and left with naught but his Black Fedora and the clothes on his back. He decided to begin his journey anew. But first, he would need help and funds.
Hence the Captain decided to go, monster hunting...
Enemy Name: Kalkarr the Sewer Rat
To Hit: 6
Null: 0, Death
Other Information: ???
Opening Phrase: *Squeak*
Chenbeard says, "Egads, a violent sewer rat! Alright, you fiend, I'll show ya tha power of the cursed Pirate. Listen up, I'm gonna talk ta the air as though it's listenin', because ya got ta learn how the com
Live for me (IcelandXReader)Your breath rasped through your throat, your ashen complexion doing nothing to comfort the trembling man next to you. The look of pure pain on his face only continued to squeeze your heart with a vice-like grip.Live for me (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
“I wanted to protect you.”
No, it’s, it’s not your fault.
“I should have been there to save you.”
You couldn’t have known, it’s okay.
“I’ve failed you.”
You’ve given me everything I could’ve ever wanted, how can you say something like that?
Emil rubbed his eyes roughly. “I only wish you could see her growing up.”
Yeah me too. You’ll take good care of her right?
“I promise I’ll do everything to protect her.”
Good. Get your brothers to help, though keep Mathias away from her, I don’t want her to be drinking beer so soon.
“I’ll bet I’ll hardly be able to get between them. Tino and Ber are already
Final (SpainXReader)So here is a fic, dedicated to no one in particular, although Matsuri212 did request a SpainXReader, but I'll do another one absolutely written for you I promise!Final (SpainXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Also thank you to all those who faved any of my previous fics and thank you to everyone who watched me, I'm intensely grateful to everyone! Shihagami, signing off~ (Please enjoy ^^)
Your boyfriend jumped up and down in anticipation as the match started. You weren't really a soccer fan, but hey it was the final and it was his team playing. So you settled down on the sofa and giggled at Antonio's excited face.
And they were off! Toni stopped pacing and sat down, enraptured by the game. You crawled over to his side and snuggled into his chest. He put his arms around you and smiled, then his attention was turned towards the game again.
He joined in with the crowd by saying: olé! every time the Spanish team made a successful pass. You giggled when he did which only made him do it more.
You watched and recognized a
Forever (LatviaXReader)You were in distress at the moment, searching high and low for your small friend. As Raivis really was quite small compared to the other boys he often got picked on and you simply couldn’t have that! You always managed to scare away the bullies by kicking their shins and growling at them.Forever (LatviaXReader) in Romance More Like This
And whilst that sort of thing works at primary school it starts losing its effectiveness at high school. Because the boys got taller than you regrettably. But that didn’t stop you from protecting your friend.
“Rai!” You called, skidding around the corner. A hiss escaped your lips as you saw the brunette on the floor, his stomach being brutally kicked. You advanced towards the group of louts. “Stop it. Now.”
Every word you said was made more menacing as you cracked your knuckles. The punks raised their eyebrows and sauntered over to you. “Does the big girl want to play?” They took hold of your wrist bringing it above your head.
“I think she does.
To protect (Female PrussiaXReader)Julchen smiled at you, the two of you hip bumping as you swung yourselves onto the dimly lit stage. The rest of your band were already on, Arthur tuning his guitar and Mathias setting a slow beat.To protect (Female PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You smiled wryly at Julchen, then slipped behind the curtain to cross the back of the stage so you could enter on the other side.
When you heard the first notes, you strutted onto the stage, meeting Julchen in the middle and giving the audience your cockiest expression. Julchen ran her tongue over her lips, the lyrics in her own language flowing freely from her mouth.
Ich hab die Hand in meiner Hose
Ich kauf mir Playboy, saufe Bier
und wenn wir Größenfahrt gleich machen
haben die anderen nichts zu lachen
denn ich hab den größten hier
Ich will nua Dmax gucken
und Schüttelcola schlucken
Ich würd mich selber küssen
und nur zum Spaß freihändig pissen
She passed the microphone to you for the chorus and you jumped on your feet, grinning widely as you
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader) in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)“Get it right already!” You grumbled, hitting Mathias over the head with the script. He winced though you hadn’t hit him that hard, or at least you didn’t think you had. “I’ve almost got it!” He complained, rubbing the spot you’d hit.Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
You rolled your eyes, that’s what he’d been saying for two hours now. Settling back on the sofa he laid down, resting his head on your stomach. Absentmindedly you stroked through his unruly hair, sighing as you looked over the script again.
“What kind of an actor are you anyway? If you can’t memorise your lines...” He grinned at you. “I’m learning them a hell of a lot faster than when I used to learn them by myself you know.”
You gaped at him. It must’ve taken him days to get his lines right then! “It takes me awhile to learn them, but once they’re in my head they stick. You act way better if you know what you have to say but not word for word
You'll see me again for sure (IcelandXReader)Emil sighed, running a hand through his silvery hair. Why on earth did Mathias insist on dragging him here! And just when he’d thought he’d escaped from it Tino and Berwald showed up forcing him to go.You'll see me again for sure (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
Swilling the liquid in his cup he sulked in the corner of the room filled to the brim with loud babbling people, music thumping in the background.
The only good thing about this place is that you’re here.....he thought, glancing over in your direction. He’d had the most secret of crushes on you for an awfully long time , which meant of course that you didn’t know. His heart always pounded when he looked at you, when you spoke in that sweet voice of yours....
He flushed red just thinking about you and he covered his face with his hands, trying to get the fast pace of his heart to slow down.
Shoving himself from the table, he decided to leave now that Mathias was hammered enough to not stand straight let alone put up a fight.
Originally he tried to speed walk
The beginning of the end (FinlandXReader)“I do.”The beginning of the end (FinlandXReader) in Romance More Like This
Those words sealed both yours and Tino’s life together. Happily married after three years of steady dating, then another two before the big day arrived.
Your squealing bundle of joy came into this world and the three of you lived as though in a fairytale. But even your idyllic excuse for a life had to come to an end. Which it did starting on the day when your child coughed up blood.
The beginning of the long, drawn out end. Your husband and yourself suffered greatly, becoming numb as you stood in front of the cold headstone. The name Väinämöinen was carved delicately into the stone and the sight of it was etched into your very soul.
After that the drinking started. Tino left the house a lot more often, drinking himself into a stupor each time and nearly killing himself in the process.
You on the other hand were cold. The fire, the source of light your child was had fizzled out. You no longer turned up at any of Alfred’s parties, nor did you go and sip te
Giggles (PrussiaXReader)This is for no one in particular, the link to the video in question is in the description ^^Giggles (PrussiaXReader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You giggled to yourself as you rewatched the video. The moment came and you rolled around laughing again, almost falling off the sofa. You grinned at your laptop and clicked the replay button again.
Suddenly you felt a very familiar weight on you as you lay on your stomach. Hands crept up under your shirt and rubbed you back. His breath ghosted next to your ear. "So Frau, vhat's all zhe giggling about?"
You grinned again and pointed at your screen. Gil leaned in past your shoulder and watched the video with you and broke down in laughter. "Yeah, Vest, ride zhat rhythm!!" His giggles were infectious and you started laughing uncontrollably again, wiping away your tears.
Ludwig came down the staircase with a question on his face. "Vhat is it?" He picked up your laptop and watched. He face palmed himself and sighed which only made the two of you choke yourselves with laughter. You rolled on the flo
Coming home (IcelandXReader)You sighed heavily, staring out of the train window. The whiteness that covered the land was stunningly beautiful and yet it was annoying you to no end. Because of the snow, your train had been heavily delayed. As such, you couldn’t meet your Iceland boyfriend at the time you’d said. Even though you’d texted him to tell him to get somewhere warm whilst he waited for you, he’d refused.Coming home (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
At first you’d told him just to go home without you and you’d get home somehow. He’d adamantly told you ‘no’ as ‘it was his job to get you home safely’. And now he was even waiting for you on the platform!
He said he didn’t want to chance missing you in any way. Agitatedly, you chewed on your lip. The book you’d bought was lying open on your lap, but you could scarcely concentrate on it, as entertaining as The Hobbit was. You were just too worked up and worried about Emil.
Then again, maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to dr
The Truth is out ThereFifteen pages and still:The Truth is out There in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to find a synonym
for writer's block,
but apparently my pencil is
out of batteries
and so is my brain.
Words are churning out
ten definitions per second
and I'm so tired
I fell asleep with my head
at the wrong end of the bed,
but every time I close my eyes
there it is:
I play word dissociation
like other people count sheep:
flippers, flappers, flabbergast,
Nonchalance never did much for me,
and I think I may need medication for this
because I'm writing on the floors now
and it's carpet
(it won't last.)
It's 2:37 and I've decided
that maybe it's too late for me,
and I'm reduced to this fate
of sifting through underwear drawers
and bundling letters together with
Seven hours and four pencils,
and what do I have to show
Sixteen pages of:
156 wasted words.
And it's not because I
can't write, no.
I'm not blocked
or verbally incapacit
for fear the end is coming soon.My body does not want to wake upfor fear the end is coming soon. in Free Verse More Like This
to this morning. To a day that
contracts rather than expands,
gradual as a wine bottle.
I want to spill forth,
my bundled limbs unbound,
mouth open: hungry for cherished ones,
yearning for words.
My body longs to feel changed by a single hour,
to be engulfed by the penumbral sky
shimmering through the trellis of clouds.
But it is simply casting lines.
My feet do not want to feel the floor beneath them,
to push up against my spine
and endure the lathering of new skins
as roads on my bones.
To feel the years
dropping like pennies into my stomach.
An ExtraordinaryWhen I blush,An Extraordinary in Free Verse More Like This
and I think that is the deepest symbol of compassion.
Your skin saying
to my skin:
I will burn for you.
TrichotillomaniaWhenTrichotillomania in Free Verse More Like This
therapy is another word for coffinI crave the touch of your bag-bodytherapy is another word for coffin in Free Verse More Like This
like the filthy mouth of the faucet
craves mold and sediment.
My fists quaver in their pockets
like the leaves drooping from the only house-plant
I have managed to keep alive;
like the earth that splatters dark and warm
onto the kitchen floor
in a myriad of ceramic pieces.
when you try your bestand I'm not really sure how to start a sentence anymore,when you try your best in Free Verse More Like This
but I suppose I should dedicate the hemic red of my hipbone
After all, no one ever died from lattice-lines
etched into their pelvis, did they.
In fact, if I lay on the floor just right
at 2:53 am, the Venetian-moonlight-slivers filter down to cover me,
and you could almost imagine the hypertrophic gills in my wrist
as figments or misguided shadows -
gasping, just barely.
And I know it's something hard to believe,
but sometimes I sit on the ground with my arms around my knees
and my knees to my chest and my chest going thumpthumpthump,
and I just listen to the noise,
feeling life bulging against my temple like a migraine:
a bounding, beating, bludgeoning pulse against my skin.
And then I lay my chin on my hands
and my hands on my knees and I close my eyes,
and I listen
until I can hear the birds singing.
And then I sleep,
letting all the lines run through me,
numbing the agony of my spine like
a shot of tylenol, straight t
your white blood cellsIn the city Safeway parking lotyour white blood cells in Free Verse More Like This
he turns catatonic. Throws his full weight
against the steering wheel so many times;
rigor-mortises his nails into the underside of the seat
into the palms of his hands until blood cracks open
like acid from a splintered vial.
I don’t know what to say to make it better.
I don’t know how to comfort someone so completely
out of the will of their own body.
I try and take his hand,
and once he takes it, he won’t let go.
When he squeezes my hand
I promise always to squeeze it back tighter
when we finally peel our palms apart two hours later,
the imprint of an angel’s wing
still carves its prayer into my skin,
God I miss you.
Thoughts from BedlamI begin to mourn senselesslyThoughts from Bedlam in Free Verse More Like This
for things buried in the cracks in boxes
where I once stacked postcards and notebooks full of character-flaws.
A rotten film rolls beneath my finger:
particles of dust and the crumbling corpses of acorn maggots,
crumpled notes from middle school with love letters still fumbled between
"I slept on the school bus and had to walk half a mile back home.
It was raining and I was reading Fallout by that Hopkins lady;
I kept thinking that I liked her line breaks, and kept wondering
why the stars never eclipse like the sun."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"My mother wept because my sneakers were so muddy
and made me repeat our phone number until I could recite backwards.
I have yet to learn it forwards."
"That seems like a waste of a question…You can ask another…if you want."
"I wrote a poem. It's not really about you, just about life and pizza crusts
and how I never eat them in public because the sauce can get stuc
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pinkGirl as Color in Free Verse More Like This
or magnolia -
some rare vintage of wine
or a bright Italian circus,
and I shall call her mine.
Color her starling grey
or a sudden shade
daylight glistening like a puzzle
and I will claim her mouth.
Paint us both some new corner
a fresh tone of orchestra
and ripened lemons,
and I swear I will be true.
heronheron napping on the lakeheron in Free Verse More Like This
as tourists wield
their oars and cameras
(a perfect catch of wing span
for the family to exclaim about
at Sunday dinner)
its delicate bone dance
drowns out the cerulean
in our ears -
birth of moon and stars
invisible to the ripple
lapping sand and silt -
just the thin scream
of winter fleeing
The Killing SeasonThe killing seasonThe Killing Season in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us again -
our sons gone underground,
our trees become weapons
and the last bloom
of our youth
laid bare by carrion.
In town the men
all ask for cigarettes -
the nicotine on their breath
stalking new prey
as it mingles in the streets
and tries to look
The women wear handkerchiefs
wrapping their heads;
and from the buildings
stream white flags
warning the children
there are vacancies
below the surface.
do not recognize us -
we leave the doors open
while the windows look
and the gardens starve.
But we shall collect wounds
this harvest -
roots trapped in soil,
dry husks in crates
and barrels by the score
to haul to market,
the slender barter
of our dreams
a final afterthought
treading on our tongues.
Fear of FlyingThe minute he stepped off the planeFear of Flying in Free Verse More Like This
he thought of her and how she hated
flying - how the white metal protruded
and streamlined around her,
anxious to be friends;
how the engine gasped in awe
as it buckled the weight of 234
strangers and kept them from floating
She was afraid of crashing and of caring
what clothes she packed in matching
luggage that would not make it home.
She hated the folding trays,
how they all stood at attention
and the smell of mint souring the stewardess'
breath as she leaned in too far with a pack of
He reminded her that the wings were
sturdy girders, not made of balsa wood and floss
like the ones at the museum and that
the drone was some sort of science -
not some strange addiction
or a scheme of addled magic bumping against the
and that falling always took
the wrong kind of courage.
AnneSuch a tiny neck,Anne in Free Verse More Like This
spare and white,
the starched linen
tarnished in the savage heat.
The scaffolding ached
beneath her feet
and the crowd went silent
as she knelt,
the block a cruel nursemaid
to her tears.
Confession is a futile gift
and treason did not sit well
upon her shoulders
where the sun
beat down on her.
No one felt the word of God
in the father's banal words
and the axman was her final
Milk CartonThey found youMilk Carton in Free Verse More Like This
on a milk carton,
a stone's throw
from the tarp left
mildewing on the pool.
Your face was sleepy
and they did not recognize
Who dressed you that morning?
Who gently combed out your hair
and zipped up
your yellow boots
so you could squash puddles
in the garden?
Mother will tell stories
to the empty bed
and pretend it is your shadow
playing on the wall
And father will wait
on the porch,
praying the light
will come back to the sky.
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
Bronze JohnBronze John in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
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a rough reminder
she was not perfect,
a notch in his backbone
that creased his shirt
when he moved the wrong way.
There was a certain charm
about her face
and he liked how she could climb
when she had to
and how her spine lined up
with his bookcase.
(But he wondered why
bled into his flaws)
Still, he had to admit
lean across a table
with a grace
that bordered on
and he could learn to believe
just a dying art.
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the thin blue line
a stranger packs in his bags
before losing his mind;
the scratch behind our eyes
that keeps us moving
down the highway.
It is a jail cell at three a.m.,
the warden playing cards,
whiskey wetting his dreams
where a spark lays waste
to a family left behind;
the backlight of a slum,
a thousand rooms of winter
and water leaking in a lightbulb
over your head.
It is midnight in a foxhole,
the strafe of friendly fire
like a flashlight to beat
into watching for a sign;
the last drink festering on formica
six inches of crushed tafetta
wearing out its welcome
on a barstool called home.
It is dawn in the mortuary
last night's pickings
carved up for christmas
special delivery to no one
who will care;
and the silent mourning bedlam
left thinking on the drainboard
carted out for the trashmen
to haul away
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"Mademoiselle, if you keep moo-ving, I can't accurately take your measure-ments," the seamstress said in exasperation as she lifted the princess's arm for the umpteenth time from its slumped position. Ariel tried her best to keep her arms straight and her back rigid, but ever since she had been dragged from Jim she felt like huddling in a corner and crying. The brunette, short from Ariel's perspective from the two-foot-tall podium. lowered her tape measure and looked into her client's face. She gave the lovesick girl a small smile. "I know eet must be scary, being zo helpless and zo far away from home, but--" the woman, only a couple years Ariel's senior, sighed and wrapped the measuring tape around the teenager's tiny waist. "-- once you marry ze prince, he'll be sure to alert your family, even get ze finest physicians to treat your voice."
Ariel nodded, but her arms slumped again, and the dress maker put the measuring tape away in resig
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"Aryal? Aryal, knock twice if yoo con hea me!" Sebastian said from the other side of the locked doors. Ariel lunged at the door from her place on the floor and knocked hastily. "Okay, okay, I kno de-- repercussions hea." The crab reassured. "I will go try to fine' dat-- Jim boy. But I'm not makin'-- any promises. Dis place is huge, and I-- took quite a blow to de shell in dat catfish fight." There was a pause, and Ariel bit her nails in guilt. She was always involving Sebastian and Flounder in her schemes, and nine times out of ten they ended up in danger. Why did everything she attempt end in someone getting hurt? She remembered Jim's face at breakfast that morning, and tears welled in her eyes.
"Yoo-- did try hard, chile'." Sebastian said finally. "I'm so proud of yoo." Faint scuttling sounds permeated the wood as the crustacean hurried off.
The ex-mermaid sat in the dark for a few minutes, as numb as the darkness around her. She
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Eric called for order, and all of the nobles gathered in groups of eight and ten around dainty tables set with fragile china, tiny pastries, and tea sandwiches. Jim and Sable sat at the prince's table, since Jim was the guest of honor, alongside Grimsby, a couple of Eric's close friends, and Captain Harris. Ariel was situated between Grimsby and Eric, with Jim across the table from her. She tried to catch his eye as Eric greeted everyone and encouraged them to help themselves, but he refused to meet her gaze. Ariel finally hung her head, looking blankly into her lap in dejection, until the server asked the prince, "Coffee or tea, sire?"
"Tea, please." Eric smiled at the middle aged servant. The man filled the prince's cup, bowed, then crossed over behind Ariel and began to pour her tea as well. The redhead shook her head frantically and covered her cup with both her hands.
"Ariel?" Eric queried, his cup halfway to his lips.
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"You don't look so hot." The blond merman commented upon seeing his friend.
Ariel and Flounder met with Urchin in one of the smaller conference rooms in the palace. He motioned her into a seat. "I came by to deliver your--uh-- package. Is something wrong?"
"I've been and done the whole human shtick, Urchin," Ariel confessed.
With a bit of prompting, she went on to tell him the whole story.
"So you had the whole thing in the bag, and then you gave it all up for some alien?" Urchin guffawed, sitting back in his chair. "I gotta tell ya, I'm sort of mad at you right now. I mean, do you plan to have all the cool adventures without me?"
Ariel looked down at your lap. "I--I'm sorry." Urchin bit his lip and started to say something, then she continued. "Anyway, you can keep the stuff. I'm not turning human again without my father's permission."
"So-- what about your lover? You're just giving up?"
Ariel scowled at him.
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From that night on the two teenagers were inseparable, having picnic lunches on the beach, going for swims, and watching the stars. However, Jim would not allow kissing, or many displays of affection at all.
"I want to spend time with you, but we can't kid ourselves." He said maturely when she pouted at his rejection. "I'm leaving, and that will be the end of any romantic relationship we have. I want to spend this limited time with you without all the emotional baggage that comes with tragic love."
"You're not very romantic, you know that?" Ariel growled. She drew random circles in the sand with her fingers for a while in silence before saying in an offhanded manner, "But you still-- like like me, right?"
Jim blushed, a bit irked by her juvenile yet entirely charming behavior. "What do you think?"
A couple days later, they attended Prince Eric's wedding.
Eric and Jeanette had a modest yet be
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Sebastian swam frantically away from the palace, running into Flounder on his way to the wedding ship.
"Sebastian?" He asked tentatively. He'd never seen the crab so undone. "Are you o-okay?"
"No ah am not okay!" The composer yelled, trying to push past the fish. "Ah need to see de space boy post haste! Dere ees trouble unda da sea an' we need all de help we cahn get!"
Flounder and Sebastian both swam to the surface together in search of the spacer.
He was easier to find than they expected: he was already on the water in a dinghy, rowing next to the large wedding barge.
"Jim!" Sebastian yelled, standing on Flounder's head and waving his claws. "Jim, mah boy!"
They were still at a distance, but Jim heard his name and looked out to sea quizzically.
"Keep swimming, Flounda," the composer ordered, crouching to stay balanced. "Dis is of de upmos--"
"I know!" Flounder countered, driving forward even harder as the sky grew cloudier. He was afrai
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Ariel stumbled off of the solar surfer still laughing, squealing when her knees buckled beneath her and she fell onto the cool sand. She turned over, kicking her feet as she giggled.
'Are my legs supposed to feel like jellyfish after riding on a surfer?' She asked. The moon was bright enough for them to see, and he smiled at her naivete.
"Yeah, it's fine," he said, rubbing his casted leg absently. He had forgotten all about it when they were in the air, and he was in too good of a mood to pay attention to the ache now. "Like finding your land legs after being on a ship for a time."
His companion nodded hesitantly, then directed her attention to the surfer again.
'But it's really a marvelous contraption. How come other people in the town don't have those?' Jim jumped, his mind scrambling to find an answer.
"Well--" he hummed, "this is-- just a test model. To-- see if it's safe." He gave the sail a good-job pat. "Yup-- seems pretty stable."
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Flounder found Ariel in their old grotto, half-heartedly modeling the modified blue gown in front of a large, broken mirror.
"It looks good on you," the fish offered, pressing his head beneath her hand. Ariel didn't reply, and an awkward silence settled over the two friends. "Soooo," Flounder awkwardly continued, "how did your date with Jim go yesterday?"
The mermaid caught her breath. "It was-- nice--" Ariel tensed, then sighed, unable to keep anything from her longtime friend. "He's-- leaving. Tomorrow. He wants me to wear this dress to see him off." She turned away from the mirror as if repulsed by her reflection. "He wants me to look happy while he abandons me."
"Oh Ariel, he's not abandoning you, he's just--" Flounder searched for the right words, then settled for the obvious "--going home."
"Yeah, well," Ariel pulled the gown over her head and let it fall to the ocean floor, "I'm not sure what home is anymore."
Flounder frowned slightly. "Well,
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Jim clambered to his feet and hobbled to the window, gripping the windowsill despite the jagged glass which cut his hands.
"What were you thinking?!" He shrieked at the duchess, who also looked out the window to see if her victim resurfaced. She looked over at Jim, her chocolate brown eyes cold.
"I was fulfilling my side of a bargain."
"What-- never mind." Jim pushed off the windowsill and turned away from Sable. "If you thought this would. in some way, make me like you..." The sailor leaned on the tables around him as he limped over to the pantry. "...you are mistaken. Severely. Let me-- put things in perspective for you." Jim opened the door to the kitchen closet with a heave and dragged out a long package from within. "If everyone on Earth were killed by an asteroid and you and I were the last two people on the planet, I would still die a virgin." He unwrapped the package to reveal a long, flat piece of machinery. "Someth
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Prince Eric took his place in front of the assembly, his knees trembling as the guests finished situating themselves and focusing their attention on him.
Even the queen-- my mother-- showed up, he thought nervously, nodding slightly at the middle-aged, auburn haired woman smiling at him. I haven't seen her in nearly two years, due to trouble in the North. She hasn't met Ariel yet. What if she disapproves? What if--
Grimsby, noticing his master's discomfort, lay a hand on the heir's shoulder.
"Everything will go swimmingly, I'm sure, Your Highness." The butler reassured. "Do not focus on the crowd, all that matters is--"
The processional music started, drowning out the best man's words. But Eric would not have heard his butler. His heart pounded in his ears as the doors to the captain's quarters opened and the woman of his dreams walked out.
She was so beautiful Jim thought his broken heart would fall out of his chest. Her dress was pure white, sparkling in the evening sun and making he
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It was a plushie of Hanatamago. You stared down at it, a goofy grin on your face. It was too cute!!! Strange that someone would send this to you, almost like they knew that Sweden and Finland were your favorite characters.
It looked exactly like Hanatamago did in the anime, a white puffball with glittering black eyes.
But it was strangely warm, like it was alive.
Geez, talk about having a Stephen King imagination. Next thing you be thinking is that it would come alive at night and eat you.
You tossed it onto the bed, wanting to look through the packaging for a note.
You tried to toss it onto the bed. But it wouldn't budge, because it was stuck on your hand.
You shook your hand furiously, trying to dislodge the toy.
It was growing up your arm. The small toy swelled, engulfing your entire right arm up to the shoulder.
Well shit, you couldn't cut your arm off (And didn't want to) So now
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Every kid has dreams. Dreams about becoming super heroes, dreams of space travel and fantasy lands. When they grow up, become teenagers, those dreams change. They instead dream of having a boyfriend or girlfriend. Dream of careers they might have or places they might visit. But always, in the back of their minds, are the children's dreams, hiding in dusty corners of the mind.
I sighed, flopping back onto my bed. Unlike other teenagers, I hadn't given up my dreams. I still wanted to visit fantasy lands, meet fantasy people.
Specifically one person. _____ _______. The perfect person from the perfect world. Too bad ____ was only an anime character.
I glanced at the wall over my desk and allowed a small smile to grace my face. It was covered with posters of ______ and her ninja team. My heart clenched and I sighed. It was really too bad she wasn't real.
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One thousand paper cranes
You sat on a bed in a sterile white room. You watched as the rain fell in heavy waves. Little rain drops slid down the window next to the bed. Everything looked grey.
You clenched your fists, wrinkling the blanket underneath. You had been here for three weeks. It had been raining for the past four days. Almost as if the sky was mourning.
"Come on ________-chan!" Your best friend, Yuki held out the bowl of soup. "You have to eat something!"
You shook your head, not taking your eyes off the rain outside. "I'm not hungry."
You heard her sigh and felt bad. You shouldn't take your frustration out on her. Watching the silvery rain, you heard her walk out. She would come back tomorrow and the day after that. However long it took for you to die here.
A sharp pain shot through your head and a wave of dizziness hit. The leukemia wasn't getting any better. Your mother had said 'Things have to get worse b
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You stared at the strawberry cake in front of you and sighed. The candles flickered, waiting to be blown out. If you didn't blow them out soon, wax was going to drip onto the strawberry icing.
What was the point of celebrating this day anyway? Woo. One year older. You scowled at the pessimistic thoughts, and turned your attention back to the cake.
What to wish for? In fact, did you really need to wish for something before blowing out the candles?
You tapped a finger against the table top, glaring at the candles.
You decided to make the silliest and most improbable wish.
"I wish, that Romano from Hetalia, was real......or something." You frowned, not really sure how to frame the request.
Shrugging, you leaned forward and blew out the candles.
Nothing happened. Not that you were expecting something to happen.
A part of you hated spending another birthday alone.
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"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
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Pixies and Tea
"Listen Mint Bunny, there has to be a spell I can use to let the others see you." Arthur leaned forward, staring seriously at the small green rabbit.
"You might accidentally kill me, you know your spells go wrong."
"Yes, but maybe--" The British man stopped talking as he saw the rabbit shake it's head.
"I'll pass. It's fine that just you can see me." Mint bunny chirped, Arthur grinned and patted his friends head.
Arthur with the rabbit talked a few minutes longer, He was still a bit disheartened that Mint Bunny was the only one of his friends the other countries couldn't see. It had happened a few months back, Suddenly Alfred could see Unicorn and Francis the faeries, pretty soon all of the other countries could see all of Arthur's friends, except Mint Bunny.
"ARTIE!" He turned and saw ______ Walking into the kitchen. Smiling Arthur ran over sweeping her into a hug.
You smiled at Arthur. He
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The word your family and friends used to describe you was "Introverted"
You were quiet, disliking large crowds and gatherings. You tried to avoid them at all costs. It wasn't that you were very shy, you just liked being alone.
Of course having two older brothers didn't help. Especially when those said brothers were North and South Italy.
Luckily for you, as the personification of Sicily, you stayed on your island and kept to your self.
Or tried to.
"You've, like avoided dese meeting for like YEARS!" Felix, A.K.A. Poland, was yammering in your ear.
"You know I don't like crowds." You sighed into the phone.
"Girl! How are you ever gunna get laid?"
You turned bright red, "That is the least of my concerns!"
"Uh, huh. Right." You could practically see his face, eyebrow raised, eyes half closed and a cat like smirk.
"But seriously _____. De last meeting you vent to vas like, fifty years ago."
You sighed again, knowing that if you refu
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PrussiaxReader- oneshot drabble
I Am Awesome
"________." Your sister called up the stairs "There's a package on the-----."
You leapt down the stairs, past your sister and out the door before she could finish her sentence.
What had gotten you so excited?
Your Hetalia Prussia bag.
Your friends though you were stupid for being obsessed with an Anime Character. They were ones to talk, half the movie stars they liked you found down right repulsive.
You ran back inside, up the stairs and into your room. Ripping the package open, you smiled.
"______! I'm leaving for work!" Your sister called up the stairs.
" 'K!" You hung the bag on a hook near your closet door, right next to your Italy bag.
"It looks AWESOME!!" You sang the last word, grinning.
"Ja, It really does." A familiar accented voice piped up.
Turning around slowly, you gaped at the figure sprawled across your bed. It was Prussia, or an extremely good cosplayer
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The sounds of gentle breathing, and the occasional snuffle from a dog.
Lying in bed, you sighed. It was the second time this night you had woken up. Rolling onto your back you looked over at your husband of four years. He was sound asleep. His normal poker face smoothed into a gentle mask.
The clock on the bedside table read 1:45.
Rolling out of bed, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Your pet dog, Hanatamago, bounded off the bed after you. The fluffy white dog had been a wedding present from your friend Tino.
He wagged his tail as you patted his head.
Silently you crossed into the living room and sat down on the couch. Not wanting to wake your husband, you decided to read. The pages of the books rustled softly.
"Wh't are you doing?" A low, familiar voice startled you. Looking up you smiled up at your husband. His wheat colored hair was tousled, sticking up in places.
"I couldn't sleep." He frow
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You regretted letting him stay.
He would sleep during the day and go out all night. Partying recklessly, then coming home drunk.
It was like a stupid love song.
The kind you hated.
"I'm going out." You glared at Francis's back as he left.
You waited until you heard his car pull out of the driveway. Lunging for the phone, you tripped over a pair of his stupid dress shoes.
The asshole left clothing all over the place.
You dialed the familiar number, not bothering to get up off the floor.
Arthur had become the only person you felt safe talking to about Francis. Sure Elizabeta and Felix tried to help, but their solution always ended with them wanting to beat Francis up.
You were tempted to let them.
"How can I help you, love?" You sighed into the phone.
"How do I get him to leave?" You had asked this question many times before. Arthur never got impatient, he understoo
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I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
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into your needy ears until, like
funeral flowers, they rest upon
the atlas of your mind. You
with your napkin love letters
and cloudy storm eyes
are the only one to ever
make my scaled spine quiver.
But, my veins ache
from consuming too much ink.
I am gagging on black blood
as it spills from your fingertips
to rest upon my lips.
You asked me once if I could read
the words carved into my limbs
like prophecies of you and I
we were written in the universe
of freckles dotting my thighs.
I tried to plot constellations
along this neurotic cadaver skin
and only managed to contradict you.
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daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
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I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.
"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.
Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.
Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."
The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.
Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the tw
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You watched through the second story window of your room as a merchant ship made it's way into the harbor. Docked next to it was a pirate ship that had payed off all of the local guards. Smirking, you let your mind meander to possible outcomes of the unfortunate trader.
Downstairs, your father was shouting at someone. You turned back to your bed and sat on the foot of it, toying with the ends of your (h/l) hair.
"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones.
Now the seas be ours
And by the powers,
Where we will,
A crash from wherever your father was arguing with his guest echoed up to you, but you calmly closed your eyes and blocked it out.
"Yo, ho. All together.
Hoist the colors high.
Heave, ho. Thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die."
Footsteps stomped up the stairs to your room and your (e/c) eyes quickly snapped open, widely staring at the do
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You snatched a thing of fries from Gilbert in the front seat and when he tried to get them back you stuffed the majority into your mouth. He groaned at you, but took the remaining fries anyways. Smiling dorkily, you went back to your own food, laughing loudly when Mattias shouted about something on the radio.
He turned the volume up to a level where you could feel the car shaking with the instrumental before the song. Letting out a burst of laughter at the song, you joined the three guys you were with in 'singing'.
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the door
Don't need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough!"
The four of you shouted the lyrics to each other and you and Alfred turned in your seats to face each other.
"Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you!"
The car was dark as the night around it, but you could still make out the occasional f
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move aside, beside me
as I walk
hoping that the sun
will forever smile again
upon this land
that has seen
such terrible atrocities
where only now
thin tendrils of life
a flower here
a colourful splash
amidst the dryness
of open earth
where for many years
the smell of blood
dreamed into words
that led to events
of brothers and fathers
leaving the remnants of families
hurting in pain
was the shame
tighter to hands
that did not want to go
to stand in wars
that no one wanted to know
it's always the people you know
always people you know
making sure that the sun
comes up tomorrow
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from past events
does one need
where emotion is
deemed a discourse
of many sorrows
reflection in eyes
empty and hollow
the sadness of a smile
that only knows
where the remnants
of lost ghosts reside
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oh, do you know
there is somewhere to go
where emerald lights fall
from a night sky where
once upon a time
stars always seemed to shine
subtle in pink
adrift on air unseen
in multitude of white petals
a gift from land born daisies
that sing in flecks of yellow pollen
under day-long suns
whose light such glows
that clouds form into caligraphy
vast words of love and endearments
meant to be seen from far away
ahh - who knows what truth exists
but it's always nice to dream
all the same
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caressing the tips of shadows below
enchanting the eyes of dreamers
watchers of moons that rise and fall
the trusted few who know wonders
in the passing of shadows that take flight
an inner knowing - eyes where truth is told
beauty in a smile as the moon slowly arcs
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during waking hours
their songs echo
they will not be
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of silk in
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on the windowsills
of lonely people
who have words
that make secrets
so hard to tell
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when the polished
look of porcelain
shifts like tectonic plates
with wry emotion
and sometimes a smile
to one day go from
with sapphire gleams
in eyes that now fade
and forgotten in the shadows
the cracks are now severe
unmaking this monument
pieces broken and falling
with no one to see
the sadness of
my last smile
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with sounds that may
from some thing
the pouring rain
but fire open horizon
from high above
the love of echoes
in the ground
by my side
as tears run
such gentle creature
bows before me
to sing a song
as watery drops
shimmer and glimmer
of the skies
sings to me
a bedtime lullaby
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of the divine
centers the world
within us all
solemn in vows
knees bent in prayer
under sunlit rays
make clean your soul
chant and nirvana
so much flows over
music moves through us
captures our minds
released upon smiles
our hearts open wide
to touch peace
is easier than it seems
to love unconditionally
is within our reach
believes in you