Playmates Part 4It had all happened so fast: England jerking America off of Canada, America grabbing onto Canada's bear in a desperate attempt to stay on the ground, and Canada reacting by clinging onto his bear with all his might. Immediately following his instinctive action, Canada had felt himself lifting off the ground slightly. Then, the sickening RIIIIIIIIIP had sounded out, and Canada had felt his body descend briefly. He now found himself firmly planted on the floor once more. As soon as he had landed, Canada had heard all of the commotion in the room die. Where there had been the sounds of laughter and play, there was now an uncomfortable silence. Neither England nor America were making a sound. Canada remained curled around his bear in a protective pose. He had a feeling something horrible had happened. The silence around him caused the feeling to intensify. Deep down, he hadPlaymates Part 4 in Profiles More Like This
Playmates Part 5When the bear had ripped, England had frozen with initial shock right along with the boys. The first thing he had felt, looking down at the damage, was a slight prick of guilt. The man had known that it was partly his fault that the bear had been ripped. Immediately following this feeling, it had occurred to England that Canada would most likely be extremely upset when he noticed what had happened to the thing that he so obviously treasured. Canada was so attached to his bear, that England had even taken to using the bear as an identifier for Canada when he was not sure which twin was which. Canada was "the one with the bear." (Yet, for some strange reason, it remained difficult for the helpless England to tell Canada apart from America) Now that said special bear was damaged, Canada was sure to be crushed.Playmates Part 5 in Profiles More Like This
England had known right off that he should do something about the situation, however, his mind had blan
Playmates Part 6England was initially startled by America when the boy had grabbed Canada's bear, jumped in front of him, and shoved the animal in his own face. But the nation was still for only a half a second before he quickly recovered; realizing that this was probably the best chance he would get to take the bear. He was a little disappointed all the same because he had been honestly hoping that Canada would give up the bear on his own accord. And Canada just might have, if America hadn't butted in, but it would do no good for England to worry about what might have happened by now. The facts were that the object the Englishman had been fighting to get from an unwilling party had finally been procured and was being freely offered to him. England decided that the best thing for him to do would be to take the bear while he had the golden opportunity and forget for the moment the lost possibility of the small Canadian's trust and cooperatioPlaymates Part 6 in Profiles More Like This
Playmates Part 3England soon returned to the room in which he had left his little colonies. With his job of cleaning up after dinner complete, the old nation was wiping his hands as he made his way through the open doorway. He was frowning a bit to himself. Doing all these household chores had been bothersome at first. It had made the mighty Empire feel like such a house-wife, but he was surprisingly becoming accustomed to it. It did give him some sense of pride to have a well ordered house and know that it was because of his own efforts, rather than that of a servant's. England added a bitter grumble to his frown as he thought more about it. He didn't like to admit it, but the fact was that he also somewhat enjoyed a few aspects of the domestic lifestyle, and was even quite good at a few.Playmates Part 3 in Profiles More Like This
If only it was as easy for him to adjust to his new role as a "parent." He was feeling more comfortable around Amer
Playmates Part 2America's eyes grew as wide as they could get when he saw Canada crying in front of him. He dropped the bear and scooted right in front of the sobbing boy. Filled with sudden concern, America tried to get Canada's attention.Playmates Part 2 in Profiles More Like This
"Hey what's a matter?" he asked softly. His hand reached out to gently touch the distressed colony's shoulder. "Don't cwy."
Canada didn't respond. He kept his face covered and rubbed his eyes as more tears poured out of him. America looked on in major confusion. Why was Canada crying?! Was it because of something he had done? America looked over his own shoulder at the discarded bear on the floor. He grabbed the bear and held it out to Canada. Maybe that was what the boy wanted?
"Here, you can have your bear back," America tried.
Instead of taking the bear, Canada just slowly wilted forwa
Playmates Part 7 EndThe boys quickly made their way into the kitchen; one giggling to himself, while the other followed along not quite as enthusiastically. America dropped Canada's wrist to run off on his own, as soon as they reached the middle of the room. Canada, who was very glad the running had stopped, stayed in place to catch his breath. Also very glad to get his arm back, he rubbed his wrist where America had been squeezing it.Playmates Part 7 End in Profiles More Like This
Meanwhile, America's bare feet pattered their way up to a table in the kitchen. Once beside the table, America began jumping up and down. With every little jump, his eager eyes would peak over the top of the kitchen table and search for England's cookies. His sharp, baby blues finally caught sight of the treats resting on a tray at the opposite end of the table.
Canada still had his own eyes on his wrist. He had not been paying any attention to his bo
Playmates Part 1The tiny, Canadian boy looked down in absolute misery at the meal that had been placed before him. It looked like someone had tried to cook vomit. It smelled worse. And to think that the boy had actually been excited about the meal. What child wouldn't be happy about being told he was going to have pudding for dinner? However, what now sat on his tray was not the delicious dessert the boy had imagined. Oh, it was pudding, alright. Kidney pudding. The boy now recalled all the other so-called meals that his new guardian had made for him. He should have known better than to get his hopes up.Playmates Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
The boy lifted up his stuffed bear and held it in front of his mouth and nose to block the scent of "dinner." As he did so, he could hear smacking coming from his side. He looked over to see his new brother, a boy his age, happily devouring the organs. The boy with
A New GuardianCanada would never forget that day. The day that France had returned home beaten and bandaged. The day that France looked so defeated and out of character, that Canada almost didn't recognize him. The day that France, Canada's beloved big brother, looked down at him, sadly and said those horrible words:A New Guardian in Profiles More Like This
"I am sorry, Canada, but you no longer belong to me."
The toddler didn't understand. How could he? What is a child supposed to think when his guardian says something that crazy?
"W-what do mean, mon frère?"
The wounded man smiled a sorrowful smile down at the tiny boy. He knelt down at the boy's level. France held his arms out to Canada. The boy hesitantly walked forward until France clutched him, gently by his little arms. France's cheerless smile never left as he tenderly stroked Canada
The OutlierThe Outlier in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outlier [out-lahy-er] : Noun
A person whose abilities, achievements, etc., lie outside the range of statistical probability
Clouds of ash choke the sky, blotting the tender morning rays from my vision. My feet, pounding hard on the moist earth, carry me away from the building. Burn it to the ground. Leave without a sound. The voice of my mentor slices through my memories, as I focus on the plan.
"God dammit, girl!" Shouts a voice to my left, anger flares in the vocal peak. "You can't escape your purpose here 23190." Sweat pours down the man's red face; his nostrils flare as I speed toward the gate.
"Just watch me," I retort, the corners of my mouth curl into a tight sneer. I've pissed him off now. I force myself off the ground, each step is a bounding leap, as I clear snaggled roots of ancient trees. The
Fly Me HomeThe golden sunlit dew,Fly Me Home in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glistened as we flew,
Feathers and outstretched arms,
Compassed us from harm.
The Flock's facade mangled by brambles,
Thought our life was in shambles,
Fingered the pieces, shattered,
Seeking what once mattered.
Lina, Lina, Lina:
My heart pulsed as we stepped,
From the balcony to ground,
Thought we'd never soar,
But then, who could ask for more?
In your hollow bones,
I found a home,
Against the sky of alabaster chrome.
The Outlier (Continued)The Outlier (Continued) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun, hanging low as if it were a paper lantern, threatens to dip below the horizon. For a reason that’s beyond me, the morning of my escape has melted into the sunset of my first night free from the Complex. Ticking at rate faster than my heart, the hours since my escape fall away into the twilight. During any given day of training, my wondering mind plotted each ephemeral second on an invisible clock. The Enforcers, the lords and ladies of my misery, shielded my eyes from timekeeping devices. Time was another comfort soldiers just could not afford.
The humid night air blankets the clearing in a dark blue canvas; pastel stars twinkle above, not knowing the worldly pain I am feeling in this moment. My lower thigh burns with a writhing cut; I've willed the pain away for too long. Waves of nausea pummel my stomach a
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitarThis is Me, Begging in Free Verse More Like This
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.
What is this?
It's a plea
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.
I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.Yes Every in Free Verse More Like This
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenWe Are/You Aren't in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
UselessI'm a cutterUseless in Free Verse More Like This
That's all I'll ever be
Once you've learnt that
Defining fact about me.
You'll call me mad
Assume that I'm sad
And that I want
You'll check my arms
Only matters if you can see
But I can hide them
All over me.
You'll think I'm sick
Sick in the head
And that makes me feel
Like I want to be dead.
I don't do it
I don't do it
For a mention
I don't do it
I do it because of
That it's cast over me.
Whats and IfsWhy cure the insane,Whats and Ifs in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When they're having fun?
Why wish away the rain,
To get burnt by the sun?
Why force a smile,
When I know you're not fine?
Why walk a mile,
To tread on a mine?
Why have a dream,
When it won't come true?
Why work in a team,
To end up black and blue?
Why try happy,
When you're dying inside?
Why act yappy,
To drain all your pride?
Why be a saint,
When you want to sin?
Why act faint,
To melt away within?
Why keep on living,
When waking up's a curse?
Why stay in hell,
If you can leave in a hearse?
Goodnight, Sweet NightmaresCan I crawl into bed and die tonight?Goodnight, Sweet Nightmares in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just forget about it all tonight,
Tear away my skin tonight,
And show you what you've done to me?
Can I run out of breath right now?
Lose everything right now,
Bleed it all away right now,
And make you all feel guilty?
Can I not wake up tomorrow?
Not see dawn tomorrow,
Just have no tomorrow,
And leave you all behind me?
Can I leave it all forever today?
Be honest with you today,
Show you the scars today,
And actually ask for your help?
Can I drown in the noise alone?
Drag lines across my skin alone,
Sob my dead heart out alone,
And not let you anywhere near?
Can I not eat at all ever again?
Not make you worry ever again,
Have anything ever again,
And just let it all bleed away?
Can I teach you a lesson in death?
Feel at peace in death,
Finally happy in death,
And just never have existed at all.
Don't Leave MeI thought I saw your face today,Don't Leave Me in Free Verse More Like This
Saw your smile,
Heard your laugh,
I could write a paragraph,
On what I thought I saw today.
I thought I felt you hug me close,
Ruffle my hair,
Rub my back,
But then I lost track,
At the thought of you hugging me close.
I thought I heard you singing our songs,
Full of life,
Making me fill with strife,
At the thought of you singing our songs.
I thought I came when you called,
Where are you?
You're not here,
My heart flooding with fear,
At the thought of not coming because you never called.
I thought I heard you scream last night,
Breathe your last,
Moan in pain,
Going through it all again,
When I heard you scream last night.
I thought I saw your face today,
Pale and pained,
No life there,
Getting lost in your blind stare,
When I thought I saw your face today.
Let's Talk About YouIf I'm dead before sunrise,Let's Talk About You in Free Verse More Like This
Will you mourn my demise,
Or sing with joy at my fall,
Or perhaps you won't notice at all?
Why should you?
If I tell you my theories and thoughts,
Will you send me to an institution of sorts,
Or just laugh at my fears,
Or be blind to my tears?
How could you?
If I'm insane by midnight,
Will you finally see my plight,
Or simply sigh and call it a phase,
Or blame some other teen craze?
Why would you?
If you're dead before sunrise,
I will not mourn your demise,
Nor sing with joy at your fall,
I'll Just act like I don't care at all.
Well, it fooled you, didn't it?