Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
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.)
Battle CryI write poetry to ghosts in my dreamsBattle Cry in Free Verse More Like This
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Sometimes, you enjoyed being blind.Over 1,000 letters have found their waySometimes, you enjoyed being blind. in Free Verse More Like This
to the pulsating heart of my wastebasket.
You carried them away saying, "I'll use these
to fill the empty spaces of my universe."
You proceeded to tape them to your eyelids,
wear them like Augusts leaves along your limbs.
"I will be your voice and I will sing your words to the trees."
Slender spider fingers prancing across my misspelled scrawl.
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse: in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
GravityGravity,Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn wanted to learn
So, the galaxy of dead trees
coiling in your lungs
devoured her spine.
a lifeline wrapped around
her neck like a noose;
an orange and red
& you said "God bless your
heart." like some divine
higher power could forgive
her for loving you.
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 3Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 3 in General Fiction More Like This
You let out a low moan as you closed your eyes, leaning back so that your back was pressed against the chair you were sitting in.
By the time the lunch period ended, you had still been lying sprawled out on the cafeteria floor after Gilbert had punched your empty stomach. Your mind had been spinning, you had wanted to vomit, and you had felt like you were going to pass out from the nauseating pain you had been feeling. Nobody ever seemed to notice you lying on the floor clutching your stomach with a slightly twisted face, since nobody ever came around the lunch table you were sitting at. Even after all the kids left the room and headed to their next period, you were in so much pain that it was barely possible for you to let out a small cry of help. Luckily, a janitor that had been cleaning up after that period had spotted you lying on the floor and carried you to the school nurse, a trip which seemed like hours to you.
Now you were sitting in the exceptionally small waiting room, still
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2 in General Fiction More Like This
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.
You lifted your gaze, which was previously fixed on your fingers tapping against the table, and let it focus on a group of boys sitting a few tables away from you. You were instantly able to make out Gilbert sitting in that group, laughing loudly and obnoxiously as he stuffed random foods in his mouth, probably bought using the lunch money he stole from you. You
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 12Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since that day when you had revealed your injuries in front of Gilbert, you made sure to stay as far away from him as possible at all times. There were some occurrences when you were walking down the hallway that you detected his presence and heard him attempting to get your attention, but you just simply ignored him. Now that he knew the full extent to what his bullying had done to you, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. You were just going to put everything that happened between the both of you throughout these past three years to the back of your head and move on with your life. Instead, you were going to focus on things that were more important at the moment, such as finding a way to take all of your spring exams without failing any of them.
Now, it was nearly three weeks since you had last talked to Gilbert, and by this point you were aware of how easier your life became now that you no longer had to deal with one of your biggest problems. You no longer spe
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 4Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 4 in General Fiction More Like This
You quietly lay on your bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling with a rather saddened expression on your face and your hands resting calmly on your abdomen. Ever since you had arrived home from school a while before, you did what you did just like every other day: went up to your room, closed the door behind you, and cried into your pillow. Now, a few hours later, when your eyes were finally free of tears, you turned around in your bed so that your nose was pointing towards the ceiling, several thoughts running through your head.
By this point, your stomach wasn't hurting as much as it was after Gilbert had punched you, though it was already rather late into the evening and you didn’t feel even the slightest hint of hunger. You figured your stomach was still pretty shaken from the injury it had received earlier in the day and for the meantime wasn't working as normally as it usually was.
Closing your eyes, you thought back to the threat Gilbert made to you as you had been heading
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 6Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 6 in General Fiction More Like This
You decided to stay in the bathroom until the period was over, not feeling confident enough to go back there and face everyone who had witnessed you getting hit in the face with a volleyball, especially Gilbert. Besides, with the amount of blood that was coming from your nose, you figured it would've been a while until you could've gotten it under control. You didn’t want to go to the nurse, since that meant going there for the second time in a week and you really didn’t need someone else involved in your physical problems unless it was an absolute emergency, like getting punched in the stomach.
You sniffed as you continued to sit on the toilet in the stall, which was fairly dim under the minimum amount of light that shone on that side of the room. You stood up from the toilet and turned around to throw another blood-soaked tissue wad into it, getting another cluster of toilet paper and pressing it against your nose.
You sighed as you leaned against the stall wall, staring
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 10Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 10 in General Fiction More Like This
For the rest of that afternoon, you had gone through your remaining classes without paying even the slightest attention to what was being talked about. Instead of focusing in class, your mind was instead focused on what Gilbert had done while you had almost got bullied by another group of boys you were completely unfamiliar with. You had made an assumption a while before that pretty soon, Gilbert wasn't going to be the only one who was bullying you, and it had been proved right based on what happened after lunch. But instead of doing absolutely nothing or joining in as you were about to take a punch to the face by the unknown aggressor, he had stepped in and saved you. This was something that you weren't expecting at all.
After all, wasn't Gilbert the one who wanted to bully you and see you get hurt? But after seeing the look he had given you earlier that morning, a part of you believed that his entire attitude had changed since your attempted suicide. It was because of t
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 8Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 8 in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert had just walked out of the store, casually holding a pizza box in both hands that contained a few slices inside. But it wasn't two seconds that passed after he had opened the door to the store and walked outside that something heavy had fallen into his arms. He had been so surprised by the sudden occurrence that his balance had been lost and he had fallen backwards. He was confused on what had happened throughout the past couple of minutes until he looked up and saw you directly staring at him. And it wasn't until you had ran away after kicking him brutally in the stomach that he realized what had actually happened.
You had jumped from the roof of the five-story building in a horrifying attempt to kill yourself. You had jumped because you had endured so much pain throughout your three years of going to high school that you felt like you just couldn't have handled any more of it. You jumped because it seemed to you that there was no other solution to your problems other than to
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 9Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 9 in General Fiction More Like This
After Gilbert had caught you in his arms after your failed attempt at suicide and you had ran away from him, you instantly headed home, your heart aching as well as every other part of your body. Not only were you discouraged at the thought that your attempt at killing yourself had been unsuccessful, but that Gilbert had actually seen you do it. He had seen you attempt to end all your problems in the easiest and simplest way possible, which also meant proving to Gilbert that all of his bullying had finally defeated you. He had seen you in your most vulnerable and private state, right when you were carrying out the most important decision in your entire life. And now that he had witnessed you trying to end your life, you figured that it wouldn't have been long before the whole school knew about your failed suicide. And you knew that if you were to kill yourself again, it only would've made them laugh even more and care even less.
You decided that it was pointless to try killing y
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 13Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 13 in General Fiction More Like This
You let out a low moan as you struggled to open your eyes. The first thing you were aware of at that moment was the feeling of your head being pressed against what felt like a pillow and a dull, aching pain throughout your face. You were also able to detect that your nose was wrapped with something that felt like soft cloth. It took a few moments of you lying there quietly for you to finally realize what had happened. You had been in the gym playing the dreaded terror game known as basketball when you looked up to find the ball heading straight towards your face. You figured it must’ve knocked you unconscious, because you had no memory of the events that happened after you felt the ball make impact with your face.
You gritted your teeth as you once again attempted to open your eyes, squinting against the unbelievably bright light that filled them. Once you were able to get them to more or less focus, you propped your elbows up on whatever it was that you were lying on and feebly
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 5Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 5 in General Fiction More Like This
You had ended up staying home from school the next day, and even though it didn't help your overall mood improve, it gave you time to relax and sleep for a little longer. If there was one thing you were absolutely fond of, it was sleeping, and there were times when even on a weekday you would wake up just an hour or less before school started, forcing you to make haste on your way to school. It was almost noon when you woke up that morning, and even though you wanted nothing more than to just roll over and fall asleep once again, you didn't want to waste the whole day doing so. You had gone to sleep somewhat early the previous night, drifting off at around 11 p.m., but even though most of the time you found it hard to fall asleep, part of the reason why it had been so easy for you was because of all your crying. By the time you felt more stable at around 10 p.m., your eyes almost felt like they were on fire and your entire body was exhausted, both from your large amount of tears and al
ExposedWhen people ask me what being 16 was likeExposed in Free Verse More Like This
Will I lie?
I wont tell them about rock bottom
I wont mention drug overdose
Sitting in the dark
Changing hospital bandages
As it all comes back
Memories as it kills me from the inside
The bitter taste of escape on my tongue
Inside me and I said goodbye
Sinking to your knees on the bathroom floor
The cool sensation of tears and stained tiles
As my body tried to rid what my brain had begged for
Green uniforms and latex hands
Poke and prod, try to right me
In so many ways
They asked with lights that burned
And I told
How many pills
How deep the blade had sunk
Dragging me to the ambulance
How strange to be in a bed with metal bars
Falling, fading out of reality
There are no windows
I do not see
Tied down and restrained in this bed
I feel so weak in these sick stained clothes
And all I hear is the squeak of the wheel
Lights too bright and harsh
As my body tears itself apart
Mint green curtains for privacy
But I cried, feeling so exposed
InhaleSweet release, go figureInhale in Free Verse More Like This
Cross my heart and pull the trigger
Feel that heartbeat with regrettable rage
Time heals not all but nothing with age
Indebt and in-depth with unthinkable sorrow
Today's pain will end but there's always tomorrow.
For time to fester in filth and compliance
Can't trust the heart with unsteady reliance
Bad thoughts can stay and steal and scar
With wounds and few words that go so far
Wait till I heal, inhale and then
Tear it down, and scream again.
There are daysThere are days when I breathe outThere are days in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I don't breathe back in
Days when patience is running thin
Sick with guilt and selfish
Acting out pure butchery
on pale now marked skin
Sit and stare and watch
Giving is forgiveness
And move on
HurtingSo many people hurtingHurting in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the battle they're fighting
bleeding and bruising
Living a lie
that wasn't worth choosing
Left lost in a world
of self hatred, abusing
Don't care to explain
As if it's confusing
of course we understand
but yet we're refusing
These explosive hearts
wish we were defusing
before we break
I'm no longer excusing
That wish for escape
SmileThings are so badSmile in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm trying
Life isn't worth this
But I go on
It all hurts so much inside
But I keep smiling
And it's like I was never here
Not a night goes byPeole say it's not wanting to die but needing the pain to endNot a night goes by in Free Verse More Like This
And if it keeps on hurting, if it feels like too much
Who am I to tell you pretend?
Life feels burdoned with these dark thoughts
Not a day goes by, not a night follows
And any good piece, the light, it rots
Until it's empty, festering and hollow
Life is scarred not sacred
If we only live once it's too much
I've been going for much longer than I can take
Searching for a needed way out as such
Time ticks down to escape, not a cure
Soon and needed, I'll be forever gone
The distant death, the relief, the lure
Shall hopefully arrive before dawn
FutureI don't know what decisions I'm supposed to makeFuture in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing
I'm not ready for this
I don't think I'll ever be
But there's no time
I have to make choices
And I'm making all the wrong ones
If I could have a little more time
Or if time it could stop
The world is like a ride
And I want to get off
People are asking me
Like they think I know
I don't know
I have no answers
Everything's going too fast
They don't understand
Today is hard enough
I can't think about tomorrow
The next second
The next minute
The next hour
Is hard enough
A whole day is a struggle
But they want to know my plans
I'm supposed to know
What I'm doing with the life
I tried to leave
PrayerI jumped off the edgePrayer in Free Verse More Like This
But I felt pushed
I whispered a prayer
That felt induced
By unwanted emotion
And fear it’s self
I watched it all fall
And I couldn't help
A Christian Coma Fanfiction.Now, there were some things that needed understood about Christian Mora.A Christian Coma Fanfiction. in Drama More Like This
Christian, or as he'd ask you to call him, CC, was the definition of an extrovert; enthusiatic, assertive, talkative and outgoing. He positively emanated positive energy, and in just five minutes he could have you laughing hysterically, even after the worst day of your life.
Being part Spanish, CC had chocolate brown eyes akin to those of a puppy, and sunkissed skin. His silky, black hair was a tangle and a bandana often adorned his forehead. He was the kind of person who's flaws made you love him more, like the slight gap in his front teeth, or the stubble that never seemed to leave, no matter how much it was shaved.
He had many friends, and was well loved.
But CC was also a complicated being. Despite his extroverted personality, if something was bothering him, he would bottle it up because he never wanted to bother others with his problems. No-one knew that he struggled to pay his rent, and couldn't get a job.
Sequel- If You Love Me, Then Prove It - AndleyI was sitting on the sofa in my parents' house, wrapped up warmly in a blanket, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in my hands. I watched intently as the pink and white foamy marshmallows melted into sticky goop on top of my drink, before taking a sip. Mmmm, just the way I liked it.Sequel- If You Love Me, Then Prove It - Andley in Romance More Like This
As I drank, I thought about everything. Steering clear of Ashley, my thoughts gravitated towards the band I was in, Black Veil Brides. We weren't big, it was just me, Ashley, Chris Hollywood, Sandra Alva (my best friend) and David Pan. Well, it had been, anyway...
I heard the door open and looked up as mom entered the room, smiling tiredly at me. She had deep bags under her eyes, bright blue exactly like my own, which held a look of affection in them.
"Mom...you OK?" I asked, softly. Ever since I moved back in with them, my mom had been working over-time to accomodate me. I'd told her I was fine; I could make dinner and snacks for myself- she didn't need to worry about me. But my mom was never one to l
They Won't Be Hurting You Anymore... - AndleyFighting back never entered my mind- any attempt would be futile and, in any case, it was easier just to grin and bear their attacks and pretend that nothing was wrong...They Won't Be Hurting You Anymore... - Andley in Drama More Like This
The end of the school day saw me limping the five minute walk home, an ungodly pain in my left wrist...I don't know if I'll be able to hide this...
I don't live with my parents -ha, they're not even worthy of that title- I live with my best friends and band-mates. My brothers...the only people who genuinely love me and care about me.
I'm the only one still in high school, the youngest. I want to be a graphic designer, and go to college, so I'm staying in school. Currently a junior. They all dropped out during summer vacation, meaning that I've spent the last three months alone, subject to the abuse of bullies who make my life hell daily, just for being me: Ashley Purdy. At least when my brothers were with me, it was bearable...but then again, I've been subjected to abuse my whole life, so b
Savior - Andley - RequestI was on ledge outside the window of my apartment, six stories high. It was cold, but not too cold, more like a light breeze that ruffled my hair and tickled my skin.Savior - Andley - Request in Romance More Like This
Below me, people had swarmed, and several police cars and ambulances were on standby. They'd only just arrived, and everyone was watching me -a small figure from their view- shouting out things like "Holy shit?" and "Don't jump!" Ha, like I'd listen to them.
I dragged the back of my hand roughly over my eyes, wiping away tears. I couldn't do this any more; this...facade. It was too much.
Everyone saw me as Andy Biersack, the one that had it all- in their opinions. I was popular. I had looks- I'd been a model for several years, now. Straight A student. Was on the track team. I was tall. I could sing. I was ultra-skinny. Almost everyone in the school, male or female, wanted in my panys. I was dating quarter-back, Matt Good, alpha-male of the school.
Yep, I was gay, but no-one cared, despite the fact that one of the things e
That Was A WinAshley stared down at his phone, sadly, during music class. It was just after lunch, and he'd just gotten a text from his long-term girlfriend Kina, which read:That Was A Win in Short Stories More Like This
'were thru. iv got sum1 else & hv been cheatin on u. i wnt all pics of me bk so u wont mastrb8 over them.'
It hurt, really badly, and Ashley wasn't paying attention to the teacher or his friends, who were whispering to him trying to het his attention.
"Mr Purdy?" Ashley blinked and looked up, to see Mr Biersack looking at him, expectantly, his ice blue eyes making him look intimidating. He was sitting on a stool, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie undone, a bass guitar in his hands as he showed the class chords. "Why haven't you been paying attention? Are you texting?" He asked.
Ashley sighed and nodded. He didn't care if he got in trouble, what would it matter. Kina had ripped out his heart and stomped on it with her bright pink stilleto. Ashley couldn't help it as a tear ran down his cheek.
The young teacher looke
Little Wonders - AndleyLet it go, let it roll right off your shoulder.Little Wonders - Andley in Romance More Like This
Don't you know? The hardest part is over.
Six year old Andy Biersack trudged towards his house from school, a plastic lunchbox clutched in one white hand, a bag on his back. It was Summer in Cincinnati, Ohio, and the sun shone high in the sky.
Andy sniffled, looking dejectedly down at his knees where his pants had been torn and ripped, revealling scuffed, red skin. It hurt really badly, and he brought his small fists up, dragging them over his eyes to get rid of the tears.
"Hey, kid, you OK?" Andy started, before looking up through his thick, blonde locks at the person perched on the garden wall of a large house, who'd addressed him.
"N-not really," he said, softly, his voice thick. "My k-knees h-hurt."
The kid jumped down from his place on the bars, and came over, head tilted to the side slightly. "Where's your mommy?"
Andy sniffed again. "I have to walk home alone today, mommy and daddy are working late."
The kid bit his lip. "My
At Midnight - AndleyAS A TODDLER- you handed me my Teddy when it fell in the sandAt Midnight - Andley in Drama More Like This
Andy was slipping down the curly slide in his neighbourhood's only kiddie park, grinning widely as he did so. A small teddy was clutched tightly in the three year old's hand, and Andy was holding onto it for dear life. His mother had told him not to lose it, or get it dirty.
"Dat was fun!" Andy exclaimed, happily.
As the blond started toddling towards the side of the park, where his mom sat, talking to other adults, he tripped and fell over. The boy could not help it as a tear trickled out of his powder blue eyes. His teddy bear had landed a few inches in front of his outstreched hand; covered in sand.
"Are you OK?" Andy looked up to see a slightly older boy, with shiny black hair that looked like silk. The boy was looking at him with concerned, wide, honey-brown eyes.
"N-no," Andy sniffled. "My leg h-huwts a-an' my b-beawr- mommy said I c-couldn't get it d-diwty!" His voice broke on the last word. The boy'
USUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1It is very difficult to kill a nation. That goes without saying, of course. Who knows what chaos would arise if countries only lasted as long as an average human? They are almost immortal... Almost. A nation cannot die unless murdered, which is very hard indeed. You can't just stab one and hope they die. They are beings that represent their people, and thus are connected emotionally and physically by a special bond to their citizens. Their personalities, preferences, etc. is determined by their people. When there is a war, for example, the country feels every death and damaged structure. This also applies to economy and such, putting countries in a bad mood or making them sick. The bond also works the other way around. If a country is injured, their people feel it. A small scratch can kill from just one person to a hundred, depending on the size of the nation. It hurts immensely, yes, but countries must be prepared for these facts. They must be ready, or they will be eaten up by guiltUSUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
USUK -I Wish- America's EndingAmerica's POVUSUK -I Wish- America's Ending in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was standing in a grassy field. I didn't recognize where I was at all; no matter which way I turned, all I could see was the blue sky with its fluffy, white clouds and the lush, green grass. I sat down, confused as to how I had ended up here. Soft footsteps a little ways away told me there was someone coming. I lifted my head and felt a stream of sadness rush into my heart.
"England..." I whispered. He didn't seem to hear me, so I repeated his name, louder. "England!" I called. He didn't respond, and instead continued staring at the sky. "England!" I shouted as loud as I could. No reply. I sighed, figuring this was no different from everyday life. No matter how loud I cried, no matter how many times I tried, he could never hear me...
The sky turned dark, the clouds becoming gray and menacing. The distance between England and me seemed to grow with every second. I reached out for him, tried to run after him, but it was no good. I skidded to a halt when somethin
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, EndEngland's POVUSUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, End in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Igirisu-san, are you okay?" Japan asked me. His face was his usual, blank expression, but there was worry in his eyes.
I shook my head. "No... I-I'm okay..." I looked over at America, who was in bed. Right after he had passed out, I had called Japan and together, we had somehow brought him back to his house. Japan, being the responsible country he is, was able to patch America up as best he could; now, all he needed was rest.
Japan was still looking at me, as if he expected me to break down or something. I frowned in annoyance. "Japan, I'm okay! But..." I turned my face away. "I'm worried about America..." Japan smiled at me.
"Of course you are worried about him. It's only natural," he said. I let out a sigh.
"Yes... You're right." I paused. "Japan, could you, maybe..." He nodded before I could finish, made a quick bow, and left the room. I silently wondered if he knew how to read minds.
I turned my attention back to America. Looking into his sleeping face, I felt
USUK - I Hate You pg. 11"Arthur "USUK - I Hate You pg. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint whisper went unheard.
Again, no reply.
What was this, this strange feeling Like there was something missing
Yes, that's what was missing. And then suddenly, it wasn't anymore. The constant pounding, beating, ticking, throbbing of life
It was there again, the never-failing noise.
But something else was missing, too. Ah, there it was. The movement. The fall and rise of a chest; the feeling or air rushing through lungs.
The pulse of life.
The pathetic plea faded into the background.
"Please, Arthur I'm scared "
The grass rustled somewhere.
"I'm confused "
Was that footsteps nearby?
"It hurts "
"It hurts to be alone "
"Help me "
"Please, Arthur Help me!"
"I love you "
"I need you "
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1Before reading this chapter, I highly advise you read the prologue. The story will make much more sense if you do~USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was just another meeting.
Just more pointless bickering. Just more time wasted when we could have been doing something productive.
Just another place I'm forced to see England.
I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn as I watched Germany trying to get control of the meeting. He shouted and shouted, but no one was listening. There was too much chaos.
It sort of reminded me of my futile attempts at trying to confess to England.
I sighed and looked over at the source of my heartache. The green-eyed nation was currently yelling curses and insults as France tried to sexually harrass him. Typical.
A lump formed in my throat as I watched. I admit, I was a little jealous of France. He professed his love to practically everyone he saw.
I was suddenly jerked from my thoughts by Germany. He had somehow gotten a hold of a bullhorn and was comm
USUK - How To Tell Someone...My first USUK fanfic! Please don't judge me too harshly, it's just cute and fluffy, nothing more. XDUSUK - How To Tell Someone... in Short Stories More Like This
"America How would you tell someone You love them?"
America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?"
England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up.
America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want to discuss love with the other nation, and especially when he wasn't prepared for it.
"Why are you asking me this?" America finally said. He couldn't think of anything else. "I mean," he continued, "it just seems like a really random question, you know?"
England blushed and looked away. "There's someone I've loved for a very long time and I w
IcarusFledgling of theIcarus in Free Verse More Like This
(dawn is quiet
when the noose is
PompeiiDrumbeat from above;Pompeii in Free Verse More Like This
trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
until the heavens split—
sodden map becomes
papier-mâché fingers and
from afar, through a veil of rain,
a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,
cursing the gods.
Prelude Nocturne;Prelude in Free Verse More Like This
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
PolarisThis nightPolaris in Free Verse More Like This
is black, like a
and as a hand-print
she calls to you—
an echo of
what once was.
a half-truth, back-
is too dark to
guide you home.
Am I?Am I a unique creature when I say I am a human being?Am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Am I my familys reflection when I see myself in the mirror?
Am I too shallow when I say I am repulsive?
Am I too egoistic when I say I shall take care of myself?
Am I really different than you when I say I am me and no one else?
Am I truly myself when I say something?
Am I a believer when I say everybodys faith is determined
Am I a beliver when I say destiny has arrived?
Am I happy when I cry?
Am I selfish when I look for love?
Am I too accessible when I say yes?
Am I loved when people talk behind my back?
Am I here when Im really there?
Am I confused when things are clear in my head?
Am I disrespectful when I am speechless?
Am I a role model?
Am I even necessary?
Am I here?
And where is here?
Can this go on forever?
All these questions?
Do they really keep on coming?
It feels like a unsolved puzzle
And there are a lot of pieces missing
And am I really here?
SometimesSometimes I am a stupid bitchSometimes in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I talk before I think
Sometimes I am stubborn
Sometimes I am just too honest
And sometimes my façade is just in the way
Sometimes I live in the expense of others
I often talk before I think
Sometimes I don´t think I belong
Sometimes I know you don´t know me
And sometimes I am just sad
Sometimes I feel like I am a thing
But I can think!
Sometimes I would like to apologize
And sometimes I am able to be myself
But right now I would like to forget
Sometimes I am overjoyed
Sometimes I am absolutely insane
And sometimes I am me
Self-ActualizationI often forget to breatheSelf-Actualization in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Maybe because I focus too much on my body
Like tonight I spent half an hour to watch myself in the mirror
I saw a reproduction of what other people see
I never look at myself
How Can I?
My eyes Sticks firmly to my face
What I am able to see is a copy
An ordinary girl
She has a little more on the legs than most
But I can see that it does not bother her
The girl I see is wearing black rimmed glasses
They make her seem wise
But they hide her beautiful eyes
Hides the way to read her emotions
It is as if no one has seen through them yet
Seen through who she is
But the problem is not the glasses
There are no problems
I look again into mirror
She has wild indomitable red hair
It is mailbox red and certainly fake
It is like her hair tells a story
Gives a clue about what she is about
But what do I know?
Maybe I am just forming a stereotype
But there truly is something with that hair
Something about that girl I see
It is like something has happen
socially outcastI don't know what will become of mesocially outcast in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or where I'm going
Because I'm not a wild animal in an African jungle
And I'm not part of the food chain
I never will be
But if I was part of it
I would be the canary in the luxurious gold cage
for a chance to escape
But I am not a captive bird
I am not a wild animal
I am not a part of the planned food chain
I am a human being!
I stand desperate in front of you
Can you not see it?
Sick of this world
And at the same time a damned excellent actress
You are seeing my facade
You are seeing what you like to see
Can´t you really not see I suffer in hell
No, because you won´t see it
In Your own World
I stand here
I stand in front of you
I stand right here
Please let me in.
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There are probably many people who ponder this question
Who am I?
Some of them know it
They call themselves 'Barbie'
But does the label say something about who they are?
It gives enough detail to which social stratum they belong to,
But my question is whether their heart is in for what they do?
Are they really the person they pretend to be?
Or are people what they say?
I wish I knew the answer,
Because I would really like to know why I am called special,
And what special means,
For I am not a pink Barbie doll or very attractive,
I think I might be what others categorize as weird,
And so what,
I am who I am,
Can you say the same?
I sadly know so many that base their life on lies
And sometimes I have to admit I would like to walk in their shoes
Just for one single day
Be a liar
And for just one day exceed all limits
Just to learn more about myself
Right now, I don´t know myself
Grandma's StoryI tried to hide it.Grandma's Story in Free Verse More Like This
Let no one know.
Then I realized it is part of me.
It makes me, Me.
It made me stronger and less innocent.
It is tied in with my memories.
There's no letting go.
I read the note.
So I won't let go.
I will never slip into the darkness.
I will show you how I grow and make you proud to say.
"That's my granddaughter" in heaven's gates my name will be known
I Love you Grandma.
My HeartMy heart is broken and batteredMy Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Sewn in tatters
Bandaged and broken
Bruised and open
It hurts so very much
It is empty and dark
I am very stark
Alone no one to hold me
No one who knows me
No speacial someone
I feel like I will never find a love
So I hide me and my heart
We hurt together and cry silent tears
I hope one will find me
Even though I hide
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How can I go on if the kight is snuffed out by the darkness?
They said it would get better, but it hasn't.
Where is the saving light?
Where is the path?
It is covered in bleak darkness that rules my world and life.
I want to burst out into tears.
But I don't want to feel that pain again.
I don't want to stop fighting, but I don't want to fight so hard.
I will be that saving light for others, yet there is none for me.
SnowI like the snow so white and pure not black like this world we call lifeSnow in Free Verse More Like This
Not full of the sins we commit
Not knowing of the the greed and theifery
So inoccent an unknowing
Unaware of the crimes and murders of our wants
Nonknow of the torchered souls and lives we live
Bright and white it brings light to this dark world
Not knowing of the choas and demons that run a muck
White a pure in this putrid dark hell we call life