Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
HetaOni (With Reader)A mochi bounced down the hall as fast as its round, fat body could allow. It saw the door, just to its left. Complete and utter delight filled its being. All it could do was keep hopping to its only opening for freedom. The mochi turns around quickly, panting in terror, but it sees nothing. It made a sharp turn and jumped at the doorknob, grabbing it with its mouth. In an instant joy faded and terror flooded into its place like the walls of a dam breaking. When it turned the knob, the door wouldn't open. Panic level rising to its highest, the mochi rattled the knob again. There were tears welling up in its eyes. It had come so far already and now this was the end. It knew it wouldn't escape, but that did not mean it was not going to try and run. The mochi tried the knob again. It was stubbornly locked from the outside. It freezes and glances around for a moment, but again, nothing comes at it.HetaOni (With Reader) in Horror More Like This
The mochi was backed into a wall and a solidly locked door. As it backs away from
Reunited: LithuaniaXReaderThe fall of the Iron Curtain When you found out about it, you had rushed to Poland's house. He was amongst the first to rebel against the Soviet Union. As soon as the wall went up, you lost your friends because you were on the opposite side of the wall. Together you rushed to Lithuania's house, grateful that the curtain had fallen and you were granted passage to his home. You would see your beloved for the first time since the end of the War. Your heart beat in your chest with such force you feared it would burst from your chest.Reunited: LithuaniaXReader in Romance More Like This
The first thing your eyes met was pink, chapped lips. A tongue flicked out to wet them before sliding back in behind white teeth and a teasing smile. You continued up, taking in the smaller nose and the rather rounded face. But you were fixated on the eyes. They were a very particular shade of violet and surprisingly open. You could read the innocent surprise and delight in them upon seeing you and his best friend. You could read other thi
Separation: LithuaniaXReaderYou looked out at the ocean once again. You had gone to the cliffs every day since the day Toris went to war. You were happy that he was happy but you missed him so much it felt like a part of you died. All that was left for you was to accept that it was over. All of the promises that you and Toris had made one another seemed to run through your fists like sand. You tried to keep on but you felt so cold anymore. Even Felix had commented on how cold you were. It wasn't just emotionally but you were physically cold as well. Your hands were like ice, held in a snowdrift before every touch. You always had bundles of blankets in your room but it was the middle of summer.Separation: LithuaniaXReader in Romance More Like This
You felt your chest swell with an immense amount of emotion. You thought you might surely choke. Instead, you coughed once, twice, before clenching your fists and waiting for your eyes to fill with tears because you knew they were coming. Your warmth had been left behind at the airport when Toris had to leave for war. It wa
Hit Restart 2: (AustriaXHungary)"We have to do something," Arthur insisted.Hit Restart 2: (AustriaXHungary) in Romance More Like This
Elizaveta and Roderich had avoided each other since Gilbert and Elizaveta's break up. The entire school knew about it now. Arthur was tired of listening to his neighbor's loud and solemn classical music. Francis was very annoyed by the loud sobs that would come from the dorm floor above him. Antonio and Francis sat across the table from Arthur, contemplating his request. Arthur had brought together the two most romantic people he knew, but also the two best at keeping a secret. There was nothing in it for Lovino to make him want to keep quiet and Feliciano was never good at keeping his mouth shut.
"If we do zis," Francis said, "Which we probably will "
"You need to remember," Antonio said, "They are going to be-"
"Pissed," Arthur said quickly, "I know but I can't keep watching these two dance around each other anymore."
"Ma chère, you dare to make such a dangerous quest for Roderich?" Francis asked.
"I love him, Francis,"
Hit Restart: (AustriaXHungary)"You should have told me, why didn't you?"Hit Restart: (AustriaXHungary) in Romance More Like This
Gilbert looked down at her with a tormented expression upon his face. It was as if he were reluctant to say in words what it was that he had done to hurt her so. Slowly, he started walking towards his Hungarian lover. Elizaveta's eyes expanded as realization hit her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she slowly shook her head. The Prussian tensed when he saw this, preparing for the worst assault to be thrown against him. It was no less than what he had deserved because he had done the unforgivable. He had cheated on Elizaveta. It was a low act.
"Don't tell me it was Bella "
Gilbert looked down and her heart sank. He had cheated with Bella. Naturally, he made sure the Belgian didn't know about his relationship with the Hungarian woman but it had happened all the same. The moment Bella found out, she slapped him across the face and ran out on him. Bella threatened to tell his friends if he contacted her again so he kept his distance but barte
Maple Love: CanadaXReaderFeeling the cold get to his hand, he looked down at it only to suddenly feel over whelming sadness. Your hand wasn't interlocked with his, keeping it warm. He remembered how your fingers used to slot perfectly between his, like two puzzle pieces. He missed how your soft hands would gently squeeze his affectionately as the sun rose over the horizon. Squeezing his hand into a fist, trying to recreate that feeling, the sun suddenly shone over the line of the horizon and suddenly the Canadian felt sadder than ever. He looked up, seeing the maple tree where the two of you met all of those years ago.Maple Love: CanadaXReader in Romance More Like This
Matthew watched sadly as the other children played on the playground. He was off on his own, sitting underneath a maple tree. He sighed to himself, hugging his plush polar bear doll to his chest. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. Even Alfred was already off playing with other kids. His parents didn't seem to notice that he was off on his own alone. It was dangerous for him t
I'm Canadia!Why do people always mistake me?I'm Canadia! in General Fiction More Like This
How do they think I look like America!
Only problem is I can't get them to hear me.
America calls me his hat
Really, I mean, show some respect!
Even Kumatata can't remember me
You really think the hoser would remember after I
Obliterated him in Hockey almost every year.
Usually pancakes lift my spirits.
Present: CanadaXReaderDejectedly, Matthew sighed. How was he supposed to amount to Spain. You were standing off to the side with him, chattering away. Despite your relationship with Canada, he feared you would find someone better. There was no way he could compare to the Spaniard's utter happiness and cheer when he himself was so quiet and soft spoken. The Canadian sighed to himself as he recalled the meeting. You had been sitting next to him, like you always had, chatting, except when Antonio walked in you smiled brighter than any smile you had given Matthew that day. Why couldn't it be him that you were running to? And why does he wish so bad that it was? Oh, right… He was hopelessly in love with you.Present: CanadaXReader in Romance More Like This
"Who are you?"
He looked down to see a polar bear in his arms – Kumatata, right? Canada sighed. Of course he was forgotten again. His own bear couldn't remember him. How could he expect you to remember him? Horror stuck his heart like a chord. What if you were only nice to him because you couldn't reme
Nearly Lost: NorwayXReader"Mr. Bondevik?"Nearly Lost: NorwayXReader in Romance More Like This
You knocked outside his bedroom door. As his personal assistant it was your job to make sure he got where he was supposed to be going. However, this morning he was not answering his phone and he had missed two meetings. Hesitantly, you pulled out the spare key he had given you. While you were under direct orders to never use it unless absolutely necessary, you felt that his was one of those times. He could dock your pay later. You really needed to make sure he made the meeting with that really loud mouthed American with the green energy proposal. It was bound to be crap like the last proposal he had, but since Mr. Bondevik was in charge of an eco-friendly company and they had been taking hits lately, he had to listen to any proposal that came his way – even if it meant sitting through a lecture about the Super Hero Globoman.
You knocked once more.
There was still no answer. You frowned. He was always out of bed by that hour. He would normally be waiting for you to arriv
Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader"Vati?"Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader in Humor More Like This
Ludwig opened his eyes, meeting your excited little eyes. He smiled to himself and sat up in bed. His hand went to your head as he patted it. He had recently adopted you. It was your first Christmas with the family. Needless to say, you were beside yourself in joy and bouncing with excitement. He had been nervous when adopting you but he felt very much reassured that you were as happy with the decision as he was. Now he just had to make sure this Christmas would be the best one you ever had.
"Why are there presents downstairs?" you asked.
"Saint Nicholas vas here. He gives gifts to good little boys and girls. The bad children get coal."
You giggled. He didn't understand what was so funny. Instead, you reached up and combed back his hair with your tiny fingers, like you had seen him do. A fond smile crossed his face as you waited patiently for him to get out of bed. He got up and put his robe on. Gilbert often said that Ludwig had you trained like a dog but Ludwig liked seeing i
The BulliedThe Bullied.The Bullied in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
SurvivalSurvival.Survival in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount of beneficial relations.
We could be the ones flocking and flaunting the finest fabrics
And every trivial experience we encounter will cause a global panic.
We could give back to charity and help to make the world a better place
We could cosmetically alter our bodies and readjust the features on our face.
We can become anyone we choose and crave.
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany. in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
ArtArt.Art in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.