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
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
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
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
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
Cooking: LithuaniaXReader"The honor of the chef tonight goes to Toris," you told America, "Though I don't know how his cooking tastes, but enjoy!"Cooking: LithuaniaXReader in Romance More Like This
"Wait, what?" Alfred shrieked. "You didn't try it?"
You and Toris had now moved in with America. He had taken the two of you away from Russia for a little while. You worked in his home as humble servants but he treated you more like friends, or roommates. The two of you would try to clean, but everything was spotless. Strange considering he was a bachelor nation and everyone deemed him so irresponsible. He was mature when he was at home, calm, but often could get worked up into enthusiasm, but it was Toris who had caught your eye. You and the Lithuanian had never met before but now that you lived with him, you slowly fell for his charm. America knew this. He teased you over it so much that you thought you would scream, but he didn't tell Toris on you.
"You don't trust my cooking?" Toris questioned.
Alfred's eyes widened when he saw the hurt expression on the Lithuan
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.
Rescued Evening: NorwayXReaderAmerica? What was he doing there? There was a loud crash on the other side of the door. You cringed. This was followed by another loud crash. Your hand was frozen over the door. Should you go in? Yes. It was your home after all. But that didn't mean that you wanted to see what your friends had done to your kitchen. You found the two idiots from the 'Awesome' Trio standing in your kitchen, preparing to do battle with a skillet and a wooden spoon. You frowned deeply, tapping your foot until they noticed you. The both of them swallowed nervously when they saw you. They knew they would be in trouble now that you were there and they hadn't cleaned up.Rescued Evening: NorwayXReader in Romance More Like This
"Remind me why I put up with you guys?" you asked.
Denmark and America looked at one another with a sheepish grin on their faces. They had made a mess of your kitchen in their endeavor to make your dinner for you as a return of thanks for all the things that you had done for them. Norway was actually smart enough to order out for dinner becaus
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
Heart Ache: RussiaXReaderYou had no idea how this happened. You really didn't but you wanted to make sure not to have it happen again. One minute you were chatting with Russia and then Belarus stormed over to you with a knife in her hand, a wild and furious look in her eyes. Naturally, all of the other nations had to be on break from the meeting so you had to deal with this problem on your own. It was just your luck to have something like this happen. You ducked as she swung her knife once more. Russia was hiding behind a chair, quivering like a leaf so he was no help.Heart Ache: RussiaXReader in Romance More Like This
"Whoa! Okay, Belarus, right now, your crazy level is at an eleven," you reasoned, "I'm going to ask you to turn it down to a four if you can. There is no need for weapons here."
Russia looks like he was going to collapse into a useless trembling mass of tears. He was so useless when it comes to Belarus. If it had been anyone else he would have been fine but no, it was his sister. She was terrifying. She gave a lot of countries a case of the shiv
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.