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.
Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader)You smiled, playing with your fingers as you listened yet again to the reruns of Feliciano’s show. This particular one was about how he tried to learn how to dance, though his Japanese friend wasn’t that great of choice to be his dance-partner.Not just a fan pt 2/2 (ComedianItalyXBlindReader) in Romance More Like This
Humming along to Feli’s singing you wondered what it’d be like to dance. Well for that, you supposed, I’d have to be able to see. Or have someone I could trust no matter what.
“Bella!” You perked up and beamed as Feliciano’s footsteps entered the room. “How’ve you been bella?” His voice came closer to you when he hugged you tightly, smiling when you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Better now that you’re here!” You chirped, grinning at him. He smiled back and chuckled sheepishly as he heard himself talk on the radio again. “You’re listening to this old stuff again?”
Nodding vigorously, you giggled. “Of course! Also this one is good. The
Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader)You sighed, swigging the rest of your drink and setting the empty glass back on the shiny counter. After handing over a fiver for your beverage, you turned and made your disappointed way to the exit.Celebrating life (NetherlandsXReader) in Romance More Like This
Another night, a stiffer drink. Sadly your life had little to offer besides work and hangovers, which left you feeling cold and lonely.
You walked as if in a daze, a loud smack echoing in your dull ears, followed by a thud and the sensation of hitting the ground.
Blinking, you realised someone was on top of you. He winced and his green eyes pierced yours. "Well hi there." He said, accompanied by a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I can't believe you're still flirting! That's the reason you're on the floor, Dutchy!"
The man on your stomach growled, sighing as he sat up. He sat cross-legged on the floor as he scratched his neck. "Look I get the idea. Can't we just forgive and forget?" He asked jovially.
His blond hair was very spiked up you noted, along with the blush on his cheeks. Jup,
Part two: Progress (Europe Reader)The rest of the meeting progressed smoothly, well more smoothly than it usually would have. It seemed the countries wanted to make a good first impression on you and that suited you just fine. They were still a rowdy bunch, England and France starting fights on numerous occasions but after a glare from Germany they settled down.Part two: Progress (Europe Reader) in Romance More Like This
Finally, the meeting was coming to a close and you stretched, tired from it already. “So, where are you going to stay?” Italy asked happily. The countries’ ears pricked up at this.
“You can like totally stay with me Europe!”
“Nein, it would be better if she stayed with me and basked in my awesomen-“
“Please, your ego would crush her, chica you should stay with me!”
“Quiet you tomato-eating bastard, you’d just pounce on her!”
“Romanooo, that wasn’t nice!!”
You winced as the noise escalated and rubbed your temples, feeling an upcoming head-ache. “I’m going to sta
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
A football shirt (SH series)A football shirt (SH series) in Romance More Like This
.... a red football shirt. Picking it up, you turned it over to see the name. Fernández Carriedo huh? You thought, recalling that name from somewhere. But where..... Then it hit you. The star football player! Of course!
Well, there was no way you were putting that shirt down now! You clung to it, grinning widely. You didn't even know why you hadn't immediately recognized that name, I mean, he was only one of the best football players at the moment, not to mention he was incredible handsome and charismatic.
That's what the cameras showed you anyway, who knows? You pondered, maybe he's an arrogant, antisocial bastard most of the time and he puts on a smile, an adorable one at that in front of everyone.
Whilst you mused on this food for thought, you skimmed the rest of the tables. Conclusion, nothing interesting there. So you proceeded to the counter and bought the shirt eagerly. Even the cashier shot you a look of pure jealousy.
Grinning widely you skipped to t
The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia)Prussia grinned, his tired arms outstretched as the crowd cheered for him. He did a little victory lap around the arena and stopped in front on the king’s stands. It wasn’t his own king, on the contrary Fritz and this king were not far from enemies.The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia) in Romance More Like This
But the king had offered a truce, in order to marry away you, his daughter. You sat there, watching in anguish as the candidates for your husband hacked away at each other, leaving the field bloodied and beaten.
And now this guy was the winner. He crowed in delight, blood flowing from several of his wounds. It matched his crimson eyes as he gazed up at the stands. Wait?! Was it him?!
You covered your mouth with your hand as you remembered. When your countries had been friendlier with each other, you’d often played together. It was weird though, because he’d told you he was the personification of Prussia, a large power in the east.
When your leaders had fallen out with each other, you weren’t allowed to see each
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
Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader)Singing loudly, you and Im Yong Soo danced to the best of your possibility in the cramped compartment of his car. You were waiting for his brothers to get their arses moving.Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You were going to a fireworks display, which Leon was of course absolutely infatuated with. And hey, when your crush and his rather cute brothers asked you to come with them, you couldn't say no.
Your crush was of course the energetic guy who was grooving out next to you. "Oppan Gangnam styleee!" He chanted, doing the dance-moves that accompanied it. Personally, you simply could not keep a straight face when he moved like that, heck any dance move he showed off you found hilarious, especially as his face was always serious when he did them.
Several more minutes went by and the others still hadn't turned up. "Where are they....." He muttered, his face slightly worried now. "Check your phone, maybe they sent you a text or something." You suggested, looking over his shoulder to read with him.
And sure enough, there w
Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader)Just something that popped in my head as I was practicing outside on cello-camp, if only something like this really happened!Teach me the tune! (EnglandXCellist Reader) in Romance More Like This
Please enjoy and I always love to know what you think, so please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts if you can!
You were having a bad day to say the least. Scratch that you hadn't felt this bad since you'd caught the flu last winter. Not that you were sick or anything, in fact, physically you were absolutely fine. It was just this piece.
No matter what you did, how you played it, it always sounded wrong. And the most frustrating thing? It was so much easier and simpler than almost all the other things you'd ever played.
Sighing, you lay your cello down on the dirty tiles and inspected the little hut sort of thing you were playing in. The house you were staying in was a small chateau, deep in the woods. Your cello teacher had invited you to come to it for a week, during which you would toughen your fingers and your bonds with the other cellists.
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastesVinashuka in Free Verse More Like This
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
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
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
The Secret of the TreesBeneath the glow of the twisting moon, we can feelThe Secret of the Trees in Free Verse More Like This
a horror beginning its birth. The serpent will slither
into a moistened cave and the blood will spill from broken lips
The secret was hidden beneath the trees, where the lovers
were kissed and never told. Yet the stains remain upon the grass.
Never to be erased...
How many times will I return, to a place I wish
I'd never see. Perhaps it is a way for me
To think of that which I regret...
But the man would never remind himself, of the horror
unleashed beneath falling leaves. The petals bear witness
to the struggled screaming, muffled by hands and feet.
A choking embodiment of sweat and tears and the final
release of a beating heart. The act is done and motion
has stopped, so now the vomiting begins...
An act of purity, to cleanse and expunge. It is
made to deny the gnawing guilt, for all that remains
is plain to see: a puddle of red on a sea of green.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
IcelandxReaderxNorway Emil Steilsson. Sophomore in World Academy. 16 years old, born on June 17th. Silver haired and violet-eyed. At first glance, he seems like a rather cold-hearted person but can be sincere and kind.IcelandxReaderxNorway in Romance More Like This
Lukas Bondevik. Senior at World Academy. 17 years old, birthdate yet to be confirmed. Platinum blond hair and dull blue eyes. A rather mysterious character who rarely shows expression or speaks.
Half-brothers. Lukas' father passed on at a young age leaving him and his mother alone. Mother remarried to an Icelandic man which resulted in Emil. The two argue constantly on simple matters but they seem to care deeply for each other.
Pressing your face in your textbook, you sighed. The three of you were in the library studying when Emil and Lukas decided they needed to begin one of their famous 'brother' arguments.
"I won't say it..."
Bringing your head u
GermanyxReaderxIreland One thing that always seemed to take you off-guard was the close relation to your two friends, Ludwig Beildschmidt and Seamus Kirkland. You knew that Seamus' younger brother, Arthur, and Ludwig couldn't be considered anything close to friends.GermanyxReaderxIreland in Romance More Like This
Second, those two barely had anything in common. Seamus was a carefree, happy-go-lucky Irishman. Ludwig was a strict, drill-sergeant type German man.
On many occasions, you believed it was the beer. Yes, both men could undoubtably drink pints of the amber alcohol and be able to hold it down rather well. Although, when a meeting was held at either's country, they'd end up at the bar, occasionally with their siblings.
And guess which lovely little nation did the bars or pubs usually call?
Yes, since you were a close friend and ally to both nations (meaning Germany and Ireland), you were often called at ridiculous hours of the night (maybe even at daybreak) to come collect them.
LatviaxReader: I Missed You You ran into your home, sobbing as the door shut loudly behind you. Your big brother, Russia, was away on business, leaving you alone with the Baltic countries. Although it looked as though you needed your brother more at the moment.LatviaxReader: I Missed You in Romance More Like This
By the looks of it, someone had been pulling your long (h/c) hair; it was all tossed and messy. Your face and knees were covered in dirt and bloodied and your clothes were now torn and covered in dirt.
The smallest Baltic nation, Latvia, poked his head from around the corner to see your small form shaking and near collapsing. Quickly going to you, he caught your body right as your knees crumpled, causing you to fall.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and began trying to calm you down. "T-Toris! E-Eduard...! C-Can either of you spare a few minutes...!?"
The other two nations appeared hearing the smaller one's cried for help and quickly noticed you crying. The Lith
EnglandxReader: Indian Summer You were bored, bored beyond belief. You sighed in exasperation. You have been connecting the dots on the ceiling, not with a pen mind you, to create images. Sure you could have gone outside but your mom was trying to make you garden and at the moment, you didn't want to be elbow deep in earthworms and mud. Who on earth thought it was a good idea to start gardening a day after it rained and the earth was still damp? You shook your head, trying to imagine what your crush was doing but then you heard your phone ring. Your heart skipped a beat. Your crush was calling you - it was...EnglandxReader: Indian Summer in Romance More Like This
You breathed excitedly, going from laying down, to sitting upright in excitement,"Artie! I haven't heard from you in forever!"
"I told you to stop calling me 'Artie'..." He mumbled in complaint before continuing,"Listen ___________, I-I was wondering...it's rather lovely outside today and...y-you know...maybe we can go out for a-a stroll in the park...?"
EnglandxReaderxChild!NA!Brothers It was a quiet Christmas morning, the boys busy playing with their new toys and the guests hours away from arriving. Arthur sat on the couch beside you, snuggling closer to you.EnglandxReaderxChild!NA!Brothers in Romance More Like This
Both of you were sitting in front of the couch by your fireplace, the tree lit up beside you and both of you curled together in sweaters. You held tea in your hands and the house danced with gentle Christmas music.
Arthur gently made you put your tea down and stood up, holding his arm out. You giggled, taking it and letting one hand hold your and the other on your waist. Taking his shoulder, he began guiding you in a gentle dance.
"I can't remember the last time we've danced." He said gently, kissing your cheek. "Obviously it was before the boys came along."
"You say it like they're a bad thing." You breathed, kissing his cheek. "You were so happy when you found out it was twins. You know...after you woke up from your shock-induced coma."
He blushed, trying to hide his face.
HRExReader: The Battle is Lost Opening the door up, you saw the boy sitting by candlelight at his desk. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing slowly on a piece of paper, completely ignoring your presence.HRExReader: The Battle is Lost in Romance More Like This
Knocking lightly on the door as to not startle him as you wrote, you sighed. "It is late...you should be resting right now as well. You've been getting ill recently and we cannot allow you to succumb to sickness."
"I'll be fine..." He muttered back, continuing to write as you entered the room. "You are still just a young vessel state. I don't expect you to know much more than I. Let me finish writing this letter and I'll lay down."
"Who are you writing to?"
He paused, laying the pen down and looking towards you. His blue eyes cut right through you, making you flinch back slightly. "I'm writing to Italy. I haven't spoken with her in awhile and I want to know how she's fairing."
"Holy Rome..." You breathed, going over to him. "She's no longer part of the empire..."
Nekotalia!GreecexHuman!Reader "I don't need a man Hercules." You muttered to your lazy-as-hell cat as he jumped up beside you on the couch and meowed softly. A smile came upon your lips as he crawled onto your stomach and fell lazily to his side.Nekotalia!GreecexHuman!Reader in Romance More Like This
"You lazy fatass..." You smiled as he ignored your empty words and continued to relax himself. He was a long-hair, really fluffy and warm when he snuggled to you like this.
Wrapping your arms around him, you sighed contently. It was raining outside, nothing on TV was even mildly entertaining. Shutting the television off, you snuggled closer to him.
He moved to rest at the crook of your neck, purring and wafting his fluffy grey and white tail right in your face. Still, he was such a sweet cat despite everything he did that annoyed you.
It was actually a day like this when you found little Hercules.
The rain was pouring on the umbrella over your head as you walked down the empty str
PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas Once more, you watched as Prussia slipped out of the house. Christmas Eve and all that man could do was leave everyone to their own business. Sure he was used to being alone but that didn't mean he always had to be.PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas in Romance More Like This
Going to the door, you grabbed your gloves and scarf before rushing out the door after him. 'Stubborn nation...' you thought quietly to yourself, finding his figure in the distance, blending in with the white of the falling snow.
Chasing after him, you felt your mind dizzying. What could he possibly be doing for the umpteenth time for the night that caused him to leave his family and friends behind on the holidays?
You stayed near behind, watching as he walked along the snowy streets of Berlin. Not many people were out, a car or two rushing by as you followed quietly behind him.
After awhile, he stopped at a cement wall, no specifics behind it. There was graffiti littering it and the age obviously showed. Parts were broken and torn away
GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' The German man looked around, only seeing white surround him. The sky was grey and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. As he walked, he could hear the snow crunch beneath his combat boots of black.GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' in Romance More Like This
Up ahead, he spotted a figure laying on the ground. Seeing some chance to not be alone, he rushed through the snow, the familiar weight of all his military-grade equipment and clothing on top of him.
He began to make out who it was as he came nearer and by the time he was in front of the figure, he was collapsing to his knees. A beautiful young woman, the country of (country name) laying strewn on the ground.
From her mouth which hung agape trickled a fresh stream of blood. Her uniform was torn by bullets and some sort of sharp object that was used to stab at her. Most of her beautiful (h/c) hair was chopped of and beneath her in the reddened snow. What hurt him most was her beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into the distance with no trace of life within, looki
DenmarkxReader: All Gone Wrong Today was the perfect day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was actually warm out and your Danish friend and crush was on his way to the park fountain to meet you.DenmarkxReader: All Gone Wrong in Romance More Like This
Currently, you were sitting on the cool marble with your fingers in the cold water, waiting patiently. Today you were going to muster up the courage to tell him how you truly felt.
"Hey ________!" Standing up, you were able to see the Dane shoving through the crowd to get to you, a smile on his face per usual. You opened your arms, allowing him to hug you tightly.
You let out a low laugh, all the air already knocked from your lungs. "I-It's nice to see you too Mathias..." He released his hold on you, bringing you to your feet,"You seem really happy today."
"Of course I am!" He stated enthusiastically, taking your hand and spinning you as if dancing. "I get to hang out with you all day! We haven't had time to chill in awhile, huh?"
"I-I guess not..." A blush spread acr
Save YourselfDear mommy…Save Yourself in Free Verse More Like This
I could have saved you.
I know you promised me you’d save yourself,
But I should have known you were lying.
I could have protected you.
I know you said you were fine,
But I should have been able to see all the tears behind your eyes…
The lies, I should have seen straight through them,
I should have known better than to believe you,
I should have known better.
I should have known.
I should have saved you...
I'm sorry Mommy.
I shouldn't have let you save yourself.
My Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)Scars on the surface, on my skinMy Scars Prove You Wrong (original song) in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Look at the wounds to know, where i've been
Throwing me against, my own walls
But I've learned to fly, when i fall
And I know my scars are only on the surface
And I know that I, I, I am not worthless
No matter how they break me, i'm unbreakable
No matter how they hurt me, i'm invincible
You know a heart
Keeps on bleeding
When it breaks it goes on beating
I, I'll keep on keeping on
'Cause my scars prove you, wrong.
Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself) in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim... in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
Burning DualityOnce againBurning Duality in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am both blessed and cursed
For my heart has burned
And I'm afraid of the coming pain
For her I melt
To help her I knelt
And still it seems unclear
Thus my fear
Of her care I dream
Unbeknownst to her it seems
Yet my feelings at the core
I cannot reveal ever more
As limits my sanity has
And the destructive effect a rejection has
I am stuck between
Letting myself go slowly or risking a win
My FearI've seen my death so many timesMy Fear in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've dreamt of my own funerals
What most people are afraid of in general
Is what I think of when my eyes are closed, every time
As I became so familiar with my own death
As I jumped, as I cut open my veins, as I was gone
I became used to see my death
And now I am afraid of myself alone
Death is not my biggest fear
I am my fear...
My Missed Love"The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature."My Missed Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Allright then... I guess this is good bye..."
I don't remember which one of us said it
But it still echoes in my sleep as is the tear in your eye
And your smile struck by the orange ray of light of the only lightpole lit
And I miss the long talks we had
So that we could be together, talking
Talking about anything, everything
Religion, politics, laws and even sexuality
Us, laying on that table, in our own reality
I remember the long talks we had.
I miss our times of awkward silence
But time itself did not leave us a chance
Though I admit I could have outdone myself
Especially for someone such as yourself
You're only 10 klicks away
Yet you sent me so far my way
And thinking of another man you are, I know
I guess you deserved better than a guy so low...
My Dark MonsterAs the psychologist asks me to open myself,My Dark Monster in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And starts to dig its way,
Through my shell of lies and appearances hides a monster by itself.
She sees that I'm troubled and asks if I want to stop. She may.
Who would have known that a gentle guy like me
Would be constantly battling to keep containment
On the result of a life of laughter, of mocking or just ignorance which created a being so malevolent ?
Certainly not me.
Before I could defend against it,
Though I couldn't face it.
But the depression came in and drew my forces away,
And now I fear that it might get away.
If I only could let this monster go
But he would be the perfect killer due to his knowledge :
Firearm handling, military tactics, forensic sciences, even law...
That's wy I'm always on the edge.
So much anger that he would not know compassion,
So much hatred that he would make it bloody.
Because he never really knew love he wouldn't make any exceptions,
Because he only knew pain he'll only stop if killed, not willingly.
The Stolen HeartTo the Girl who borrowed my heartThe Stolen Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For so little time.
The Ginger that offered a meaning
For my empty life.
The Girl with her gentle smile
Mocking my inactions.
The Girl that made me think too much
Thinking about her.
I miss you,
I will never forget you,
The Girl who borrowed my heart
And never gave it back.
Creeping DemonsCreeping Demons in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For so long I fought these
Up until their withdrawal
And I thought I could wistand all
That I could keep up with ease
But only hiding were the dark demons
And as I felt that I finally was holding on
They struck back
One again strong is the ache
Close is first aid
Closer is the blade
Stronger is the urge
But I want to fight it
I wanna get better
I have to get tougher
I will get through it
My DilemmaHow can Destiny be as violent,My Dilemma in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hitting a man already at the bottom ?
How can Fate be so malevolent,
That it wants me to become a phantom ?
How can a small event
Remind me of my best moments
But use them as a powerful weapon
As a formidable threat to my person ?
Should I really go back where I met the one I once loved
And risk losing what is left of my heart
To what is either a dream or a real call back from the other part of said heart.
Why ? Why on all places on Earth choose where the girl of my dreams lived ?
Her mesmerizing eyes, her blazing red hair, her gentle smile
And maybe suffer even more to a point that might kill me.
Or the security of cowardice, constant sadness, loneliness on my private isle
And slowly, yet surely, suffer from the depression that is devouring me ?
Should I keep the promise I made nearly a year ago ?
Should I "simply" try to overcome this event and go ?
Should I take it as a sign of Fate ?
Or as some kind of joke of bad taste ?
The ExamWe enter talkingThe Exam in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The teacher sits and gets her stuff from her bag
While one of my classmate brag
She slowly starts to write on the board coughing
Everyone sits still talking
Of the board no-one is caring
She finally speaks, or maybe should I say roar
"You have two hours !"
SurroundedWhen my Life is being surrounded by darknessSurrounded in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That comes to reclaim my only light, though hollow
In the middle of all this sorrow
It remains and there I stand, facing the infinite blackness
Attached to the only feeling that remains in me
Restraining me from an endless fall
The hopeless love, the strongest feeling of all
Is always following me, protecting me
Whatever time, whatever distance is between us
I'll keep standing
I'll keep staring
Staring at the emptiness of a life without an "us"
You are the lantern of my Life
The reason that keeps me standing
The reason that keeps me from choking
But if you leave, what will happen to this Life ?
My ConditionWhen you've been mocked for a long timeMy Condition in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When what your "friends" wants to hear is a glorious chime
And they're really just playing games with you
Yet you're too friendly to fight too
So instead you develop a "condition"
What the others will consider deception
They'll call it acute paranoia more or less
Whereas you could consider it "situation awareness"
Constantly eavesdropping on every conversation
And what is private comes to your ear
To check your surroundings you use reflections
And a shadow behind you may be a source of fear
Even when in small talk you develop new skills
While you become a lot better at detecting lies
Yourself are mainly better at telling lies
And it's not done on purpose, it's just a defense mechanism like when you're ill
This is the condition that I'm suffering from
I now distrust everyone
I'm the duck in a lake of swans
A duck that feels the need to be armed even at "proms".
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry, in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles. in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
he is a
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
and she is a borrowed tree.
lips that beg, & limbs that snare
will carry him to his grave.
'shh, my sweet-
close your eyes, &
i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
On my cornerI stand on my cornerOn my corner in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes with a sign
sometimes with my voice
sometimes I don't stand at all
but today I stand,
I stand on my corner
I scream warnings, tidings
blessings and curse
in the hopes
someone will hear them.
I stand on my corner
and no one walks by
I see no one near
and I cry out
for someone to come
for anyone to help me
to offer me something
even if its just shelter
from the downpour cascading
down my cheeks.
I stand on my corner
and no one stands with me
and the crushing truth of that
forces me to fall.
No one offers me a hand
I have no way to rise
and so I sit on my corner,
sometimes with tears,
sometimes with screams,
with nothing at all
but today I sit
I sit on my corner
you'll see me.
I Asked Of ItI did not ask for itI Asked Of It in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It came to me in a swelling torrent
of effervescent vibrancy
blinding all which entered
to its hidden horrors.
However, that's a truth
I would come to learn
for I was not born wise
and was gifted with the curse
In my purity I a