Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,Death Of Legend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity suffers defeat,
Where societies tremble and lost leaders meet,
Then universal disaster will be our's generation's treat.
Spirits will turn to shade and souls will burn to sleet,
Demons will growl. Angels will cry. Men will scream.
To believe in an internal lease beyond war's sight,
No more to fear opposing voices that murder might,
Never to extinguish minds in
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
The Lonely TowerSee the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,The Lonely Tower in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing with his telescope every night and every hour,
Till under the brightest moon he spots a scarlet flower.
Walking barefoot on grass that glitters like gold,
She strikes his soul with a smile that thaws the cold.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Dreaming on his mattress every night and every hour,
While along the dullest sands he feels a vermilion power.
Climbing fingertips on stone that sparkles like sapphire,
She haunts his heart with a honesty that sparks the fire.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Waiting on his bride every night and every hour.
So above the wildest rivers he hears a crimson shower,
Pouring guilt on desire that dazzles like diamond,
She murders his mind with a muse that wakes the bond.
Romance Is DeadI've tried to hold you; but you always push me away,Romance Is Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what to do anymore or what to say.
Romance is dead when I shoot this bullet in my head,
I never believed it would turn out like this,
When you pout smiles at me with lips of sickly kiss.
I've tried to hate you; but you keep me away,
I don't know if this is real or just a game you play.
Romance is dead when I die alone in my bed,
I never realised it would burn out like this,
When you wield irises at me with ill eyes that miss.
I've tried to hate you; but you never hear me pray,
I don't know where to go or even the time of day.
Romance is dead when it was you who I wed,
I never visualised it would run out like this,
When you fire lies at me with voices of foul bliss.
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,Black-Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,Never Surrender in Free Verse More Like This
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.
It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
Caffeine AddictI adore that addictive aromatic aroma,Caffeine Addict in Free Verse More Like This
Which wakes my senses in a senseless morning,
When my eyes are bound in an eternity of sleeping.
I drink it like the intoxicating ambrosia of angels,
And then I spend the rest of time in a caffeine coma.
I enjoy that enriching essential essence,
Which calms my anger in an anarchic day,
When my mind is lost in a mania of delay.
I thirst for it's poisonous nectar like some necrophiliac,
And then I dream the rest of time in a caffeine conscience.
I love that potently positive poison,
Which lights my mood in a mournful night,
When my soul is dead in a suffering of might.
I desire that drink as black as demon's blood,
And then I waste the rest of time in a caffeine cuisine.
Death DealerDeath lingered behind his eyes,Death Dealer in Free Verse More Like This
ruthless his lips edged up
in a killers smile,
it was the moment
while his prey
lie blissfully unaware.
a heart beat
was the only sound,
while the shadow
prepared to descend
with the swiftness
of a falcon.
Blood paints the darkness
of the night, not even a scream,
it is true what they say
you can die within your dreams,
for what was he
but a phantom unseen,
a death dealer who will
take flight with your life
while you sleep.
He is gone
even before the very last
breath can be drawn
but he never leaves a doubt
none escapes from his
Sleeping MorteNightshade adorned the forgotten graveSleeping Morte in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where she slept away the fading day
within her crypt bedecked in rose-gold,
yet to time she remains a slave.
With nightfall she rises from her grave,
by moons wan light she appears fay
draped in voluminous lace of old,
upon your soul death's name she'll engrave.
From ivory lips a kiss none can save,
an elusive bloom that won't stay,
her love yet remains ever so cold,
death will be all you have to crave.
As she returns back to the grave,
to her memory the lost ones pray,
slumbering amid decay and mold,
vigil kept only by the brave.
My Beautiful DisasterBroken boyMy Beautiful Disaster in Free Verse More Like This
with your coffee
I should have been
forewarned to stay away
but your lips
curved in a cynical smile
and your eyes
saw the bitterness of the world,
I longed for your artist's fingers
to give me a caress,
I see you smoking in bed
among twisted sheets
while we for a moment
forget the pain of the world,
but in the end we are
destined to destroy each other,
it was never love
that drew us together
but the beauty of your mind
and the languid litheness of your body,
the cracks in your heart,
and despair in your soul,
but I was never the one
to give you what you require,
you are an ideal
I desired to posses,
and I was there when you were lost
so I became your latest form
while you made me forget the void
yet never could satisfy its emptiness,
we took each other to oblivion
only pretending to be saved.
InhumanYour lies are so much more beautifulInhuman in Free Verse More Like This
than the truths you attempt to tell,
how I dislike the efforts you make
to be noble, it ill suits you
and your goodness holds no interest to me.
Why must we play that game
of pretending to care,
it is the moments of brutality
that spark your eyes which arouse my interest.
I prefer to think of you bloody
not draped in white,
you see with you I don't have to
masquerade as a better person.
There are times, frightening and sublime
when I feel I could throw it all away,
and walk the savage war path
without ever looking back.
But you hesitate and falter,
I do not believe in your guilt,
but at moments you are lost to me
when you want to wear the facade
of still being human in some definable way.
What is humanity to us?
Only a speck of dust,
wash your remorse down the drain
let us not play the tortured soul game,
I have no apology.
Rise to the occasion
embrace the hunger which consumes your soul
tremble not before them
but let them drink from
Demon InsideWill you love the demonDemon Inside in Free Verse More Like This
inside me? I know there is a darkness
in my soul that sinks down into the abyss,
and my heart beats callously.
I cannot pretend to be an angel,
I don't aspire for Sainthood,
I never have presumed that I was good,
and never sought to be better than this.
Will you tremble at the sight of me?
Revile within the truth of me,
do I repulse you so?
Or might you glimpse something
beyond all the insanity,
can you see past the nightmares
of my dreams?
Understand I am not seeking
to be saved, I don't want to be led
astray from my twisted path.
Don't come to me if you believe
you can purify my soul,
but I want your willingness
to dare to enter the labyrinth with me.
We could learn to destroy each
other beautifully, we will not live
in petty lies, and falsetto hopes.
Our lives may derail in time,
but they will be entirely ours,
the wreckage of truth which
refuses to be denied.
Do you have enough
faith in yourself to risk
all your safety ground,
for the perilous position
Icarus DreamsHe had Icarus dreams,Icarus Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
it was not for the flight
that he longed.
But the descent,
the freedom of the fall,
abandon, out of control,
between life and death.
For that one beautiful
moment, you gave yourself up
SilenceYourSilence in Free Verse More Like This
silence kills me
more than words
While I am held
waiting and wondering.
Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,
I wake to another
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
Small DeathsInnocenceSmall Deaths in Free Verse More Like This
a fragile rarity
which flickers and fades
in and out of existence,
it is but a spark with a wavering
crushed too soon within the world,
yet even in its death
there is something almost beautiful,
which leaves an eternal impression
upon the soul.
Mirror, MirrorIt speaks of neitherMirror, Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
truth nor lie
but even in silence
what the eye desires
Obsidian SoulMy eyes are dark as night,Obsidian Soul in Free Verse More Like This
obsidian like my soul
my heart is hard as the stone
and my skin just as sharp,
ready to draw blood at a single touch,
I become bent upon destruction
of anyone who gets too close,
my tongue is willing to pierce
through flesh and bone,
and my fingertips will impale
while like a constrictor my body
prepares for strangulation.
LIESBrilliant LIESLIES in Free Verse More Like This
Fall from my lips.
Dazzling words of misdirection,
All on display to HIDE
The fact that there are pieces
That there is a darkness within
Of course I can Love.
Of course I can be yours.
Most certainly I will never hurt you.
She is screaming,
Locked away behind the mask,
Behind the Steel and Ice
And Blades and Blood.
Don't listen to her cries,
Look at the beautifully sculpted
I have on display.
Aren't they much more
Aren't they what you
And gift you with
What you DESIRE.
Delusions of RealityFor many hours we spoke.Delusions of Reality in Free Verse More Like This
It came to me that perhaps
You were history repeating itself.
That maybe you weren't real-
Or I wasn't.
Either seemed more probable than
Some like you and someone like me
Actually being together.
So I debated,
And you replied,
Your answers were not as I expected
Lending credit to your claims.
The nagging doubt will exist,
Until the day we finally meet
Face to face,
Flesh to flesh.
I might doubt.
Some hallucinations seem VERY real.
But even if you AREN'T,
Even if I am a figment of your imagination,
Or you of mine,
I hope you never vanish.
That we will always be at least friends.
I cannot bear to lose anymore people I care about.
I cannot lose YOU.
Promise not to vanish,
And don't banish me
If I turn out not to be real?
You must need me,
Like I need you…
I'm FineTo say "I'm fine."I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
It's so easy.
To mean it?
That's not so simple.
when tears spill unheaded
in warm rivers down my face,
and desperate sobs
it's hard to be "ok."
I'm just glad no one can see.
See the frazzeled, snotty mess
the horrid swollen abomination of a face
that gives lie
to every "I'm fine"
ever uttered or typed.
SecretI have a secret.Secret in Free Verse More Like This
There is someone…
Someone I've fallen for.
Someone who makes
My heart tremble.
Who is in my thoughts constantly.
I can't say the words
That scream themselves in my soul.
It's too soon for those.
May ALWAYS be too soon.
But I just had to tell someone.
Had to share the news.
But you can't tell,
If he knew…
Let's just say I'm fragile.
So no one can know.
YOU can know,
But you won't tell,
Who's the Danger Here?Poisoned KissesWho's the Danger Here? in Free Verse More Like This
Rain false affection.
Don't let them touch you,
Or you will be tainted.
Don't listen to her honeyed words
Or tempting promises.
She'll only destroy you!
Just run away!
Don't worry about
What you think you see.
Don't look back,
Don't shed a single tear for me.
I'll only destroy your
Beautiful and innocent heart.
You can't embrace her!
You can't love her!
If you do I-
Desperate tears fall from my eyes,
Innocent kisses from your loving lips.
What if it kills you?
You hold me,
As if I'm fragile,
As if the slightest touch might break me.
You're words are like warm rain
On my frozen soul.
Because I feel them.
I know what will happen-
If I let you continue.
I strive to push you away,
But your affection has trapped me.
I try to save you-
I'M the danger.
But you seem intent
On saving ME
Ode to RamenRamen Noodles,Ode to Ramen in Free Verse More Like This
In a cup or bowl.
Eat them crumbled, crush or whole.
Cooked in butter,
With eggs and cheese.
Eat them any way you please.
Oh so good.
Cheap and delicious.
Eat them now,
WaitingWaiting:Waiting in Free Verse More Like This
By the phone,
In front of the computer,
By the door.
No matter where I go
Or what I do,
I feel like I'm always waiting.
While I'm waiting,
In the back of my mind,
I know that I can drop everything.
When I can stop waiting,
I will probably be dead,
'cause I'm always waiting.
Eaten AliveThe party ran late.Eaten Alive in Free Verse More Like This
The jungle was dark,
Except for the eerie shadows
Cast by my torch.
I felt as if something was watching me
With starving eyes.
Waiting for me to be in the perfect spot
To be devoured.
To stave off the fear,
I began to sing.
Perhaps that was the wrong choice.
My voice is quite off key…
My torch went flying
As I was knocked to the ground.
Before it fizzled out,
I saw the demon cat
The mad tiger who devours.
His eyes gleamed,
Full of anger and hunger.
The rending of flesh and bone
Caused my brain to despair,
Screams of pain wracking my frame.
I was being EATEN alive!
Screams and whimpers are
To the ears of man eating tigers
RainbowCascading colors flood my view.Rainbow in Free Verse More Like This
A veritable rainbow of light
Refracted from water droplets.
Prisms of awesome shine everywhere,
Bringing a subtle joy to my jaded heart.
The torrent of tears is over,
And all that remains are the rainbows
Laughing at their medium.
CreedDo not tremble when you speak his name.Creed in Free Verse More Like This
Do not grasp at crumbs like a starving stray.
Do not be fazed by the weepies.
If you allow others in,
Do not allow them to be harmed by your darkness.
Do not forget you are not the only you.
Be stronger than the ones who came before.
Stand on your own.
Stare down adversity and triumph.
Do not fear vanishing.
Do not seek to disappear.
If you cry,
Remember to wash tears away and smile.
Even when you are alone,
Seek the strength to persevere.
Do not give in.
Do not give up.
Accept things with grace and dignity-
Never accept defeat.
Fight until you win,
Even when it hurts.
Even when it means you'll disappear,
Never ever end this life of Ours.
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusionPerfection is an Illusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.
Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.
Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.
Sonnet VDear latent poet of this lifeless ageSonnet V in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are truth's last infallible device,
Though your work may remain an unseen page
Verity requires your watchful eyes.
Alas! Your life may never shelter peace,
Nay, peace seeks harborage in ignorance,
But your days so filled with candid release
Are truer than truth's own truthful penance.
Imagine no wreaths, for you shall receive none,
Save laurels of slander as truth's sole squire,
And in life, none shall know of things you have done,
Only to read your name 'neath the skyward spire.
Yet that enemy time, will be your friend
And past infinity truth will transcend.
Sonnet VIOh precious love sworn to passionate painSonnet VI in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Care not for losing Love's seasonal grace,
For it is fitful Love's to love again
And Love shall later love another face,
And of faithful love, Love loves to speak,
A love which lasts till Love's closing day,
Yet, Love loves to imprint every spare cheek
With more love than what one Love can pay,
Unsettled, the scales of love do shake,
Though Love's love for compromise is known,
Still Love from tenure will in time break,
For only love, not Love, is a man's own.
And on every morrow, Love tells a tale
Of merry things upon love's vagrant trail.
Sonnet XIDear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,Sonnet XI in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
Satisfaction is a ShadowSatisfaction is a shadowSatisfaction is a Shadow in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So near and yet so far,
Which yearns for yet another moon
And feeds on every star.
The rich remain forever poor
And the poor; truly rich,
And heaven falls to sordid waste
Curing Man's endless itch.
More copious than the cosmos
Yet once a pinch of snuff,
Has humanity forgotten
Enough was once enough?
PoetryPoetry arises from that spring where pleasure meets pain.Poetry in Personal More Like This
It is the art of expression which the poet cannot quite express to any one person, and does so to everyone in turn.
Poets do not seek happiness or satisfaction or love or paradise. Neither are they the harbingers of rue, married to melancholy thoughts of yesteryear; placeless, baseless slaves of catastrophe. They are seekers of the unsought; the ones who worship the shadow in between night and day.
I cannot explain the euphoria a poet experiences when before him appears a muse, and gently picks up his quill from its forgotten ink pot. I think it's like first love, but I'm not sure.
But the muse is more fastidious than a Goddess; her favor is varied and rare. Sometimes it cannot be counted upon.
Sometimes you must write because there is no one there to listen.
Sometimes you're only company through an unending night is that sheet of tattered white paper that's decorating your broken desk.
Sometimes you write because your tears loo
Sonnet XXIIIThese weeks are like our days and nightsSonnet XXIII in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which stars mistake for fireflies;
Yet they would chance a million flights
To 'scape the fever of your eyes;
But I am captive to each call;
Through every glare and every glance,
I see forlorness rolls the ball
And plans all that we leave to chance.
We plant that syndrome in our souls
To rid our thoughts of vagrancy,
Adopting each of fancy's foals
To choose hearth over vacancy.
So man would rather Eden leave
Than walk away from libelled Eve.
My Sweet SilenceLike paltry drops of morning dewMy Sweet Silence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our words are solemn and so few,
I fear the spring of our discourse
Shall soon decline from its source,
Perhaps this is an early farewell
To a friendship forged and lynched in hell,
Lets raise a toast to new friends hence
Here's to you, my sweet silence.
MasksWhen a smile is a frownMasks in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a frown is a smile,
The eyes we must crown
For relinquishing wile,
When a laugh is a tear
And a tear holds no pain,
Will fear fear to fear
And fearfully abstain?
When the act is the truth
We've lied to believe,
And the fable in sooth
Is but a peerless weave,
When each mortal mistake
Is a tale and a song
And the scriptures are fake
Or perhaps they're wrong,
When the mind is the eye
That sees the outside
But shame, it's too shy
Of the tongue which has lied,
When the answers are easy
To the questions unknown,
Do you not feel queasy
Of how little we've grown?
When acceptance is feigning
For it keeps us alive
Like sunshine to greenlife
On deceit we thrive,
When certainty is in doubt
And fiction is a fact,
The truth may come out
But is it ever intact?
When can mere candor
Hold its frail fort,
When all this slander
Plays such a good sport,
When can we speak without a plan
And in our authenticity bask,
When the mask becomes the man?
Or when the man becom
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?Elegy for a Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
i miss you...I sit here in this rain,i miss you... in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of you.
But no matter how long I wait on this bench,
You will never meet me here.
I’ve got on my best dress, my cane,
Even that old bowler hat you always liked,
And I wait at the bench where we first met.
But you will never meet me here again.
I lean on my cane in front of me,
Thinking of you,
Fade to BlackI don’t want to dieFade to Black in Free Verse More Like This
To fade to black
In a whisper,
I want to leave my mark
And be known,
I want to do something great
To inspire others,
As I have been
By those before me,
I want to create something
That will mark their hearts,
To make them feel
When they remember,
I don’t want to be another life
I have dreams
I want to make real,
If only for a little while,
I don’t want to fade to nothing
When I die,
I don’t want to fade to black
Dear Love SonnetDear Love, who are you to infect us.Dear Love Sonnet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You make us look like laughing fools in love.
You make us get into a love struck fuss.
You infect us with a smile, hug, and dove.
Love is not grief nor pain and angry lies.
Love is happiness and strong, hard to break.
Love leads to life and at times demise.
It makes us long for others and makes us ache.
Men and women are so much like flowers,
We're born to flourish and doomed to perish.
Might lead to hate and weaken our power.
Power of love is met pure to relish.
Love I know now, what you are is happiness
All the good, never tainted, never less
A World of WinterA world without summer or spring,A World of Winter in Free Verse More Like This
A world that does not turn,
Frozen in time and ice.
The sun cannot bless us with its kiss,
Only caress the silver clouds,
And inflame the chill.
Oceans of ice
Deserts of snow
Fields of both
Obelisks of stone,
Keeping watch over the burning cold.
Creatures in furs of white,
What does it mean to loveWhat does it mean to love?What does it mean to love in Free Verse More Like This
Does it mean you care for some one?
Does it mean you can't get enough of some one?
Does it mean that your incomplete and becoming whole?
Does it mean that your two who are wonderful alone but greater together?
What does it feel like to be in love?
Is it like the movies and shows and stories?
Is it a warmth in your heart when you think about that person?
Is it like a magnet that makes you want to get closer to your lover?
Is it like an obsession that demands your attention and loyalty to the person in question?
What does it feel like to express love?
Is there warmth in a hug?
Is there a flavor to a loving kiss?
Is there some form of euphoria in a lover's touch?
I do not understand it.
I have never felt it.
But I am young.
I am in no hurry.
But I do wonder what it's like.
The Sad Tale of Y Did you know that the letter Y used to be a different letter? It seems strange to think there was ever a time when Y was ever something other than Y, but it it’s true. It’s a rather sad tale for Y, but one Y has learned to live with. Although Y is always shy about telling this story.The Sad Tale of Y in Short Stories More Like This
When Y was another letter it had a different sound that sounded like “Joy.” It’s shape was similar to X’s. Just put X’s legs on Y and you’d see what Y looked like. But alas those are gone now, leaving Y to ask “Why?” You may think that X did this to Y, but you’d be wrong. X actually had quite an intimate relationship with Y. so what happened?
While there were some letters, like V, who envied Y’s beauty, it was not they who hurt Y either. It was the people who spoke the letters that hurt Y. In time, it is said that their own joy had begun to diminish and so they
RumorsThey say that any given person is shrouded in 67 lies.Rumors in Free Verse More Like This
They also say there are 13 truths hidden inside.
And If you are able to find and rid yourself of those 67 lies
You will find the 13 truths.
What happens when you find them?
They say that you can ascend into a state of absolute,
A Tale of InsomniaIts 1:23 in the morning and Im still awake .for the 23ed night in row. I rub my face, tiredly. The medicine wasnt helping me sleep like it was supposed to. Its the fifth kind Ive tried. Ived used every remedy I could find, but still, still sleep eludes me.A Tale of Insomnia in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every now and then I get a few seconds of sleep, but even that is rare. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. Once I finish my business, I wash my hands, looking at my face in the mirror. I look like crap. My face is pale except for around my eyes, which are puffy and bruised looking with bags under the eyes. My eyes are bloodshot, contrasting with my blue eyes. But even the blue looks clouded.
I walk back to my bedroom feeling like a zombie. I want nothing but sleep, my body needs sleep. But it wont sleep.
My girlfriend has tried to help, but I can see her disgust after a week. She saw how much I look like shit and began to become distant. She doesnt want to be aro
DistanceHollow and emptyDistance in Free Verse More Like This
Of ever feeling.
Never quite there.
People of interest
People of joy
Enjoying their company
But never fully there
A friendly associate
I don't really know.
Moments of joy
At the realization
It cannot last.
I wonder if perhaps
I'm just broken
Or if perhaps
We're just good liars.
Living in dreams
Drifting through life
For fear of
An uncertain future.
Only associating with people
Perhaps out of fear
Of getting hurt.
At the moment
In the quiet moments of night
In the cocoon of warmth
Known as bed,
I think of my short life
,thinking of all my mistakes
And of my triumphs,
And I ask myself
Am I happy?
Am I depressed?
Dark BetrayalI dare not make a soundDark Betrayal in Free Verse More Like This
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
White RoseI'm searching for a white roseWhite Rose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead
I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns
I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead
I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea
And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive
Those Who Wander and Those Who RestMay he who wanders never rest,Those Who Wander and Those Who Rest in Free Verse More Like This
And may he who rests never wander,
lest they find what they seek:
Wander not in the light,
but venture in the shade of day,
And rest not in peaceful serenity,
but among the decaying filth
the stains the soul hues of blood;
Only then will the answer be revealed,
And grant you what is sought;
among the dead and the dying,
among the haunting darkness-
So that the wanderer may cease his travels,
And the one who rests his fitful slumber:
And nevermore will they return to the light,
For an object not sought in darkness
Is an object of no good to good men,
both wandering and resting alike
Footprints on my HeartWhen I watched you walk away,Footprints on my Heart in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It was an overcast rainy day
Those footprints you left behind
Tread all over my heart, soul, and mind,
Leaving imprints nonesuch
Where I had let no one ever touch,
And I knew, from that day on,
That was the day my heart had gone
This is LifeA thousand milesThis is Life in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Filled with trials
A thousand lies
With a guise
Riddled with strife
This is life
Dear Whole WorldDear whole world,Dear Whole World in Free Verse More Like This
I must confess
That I cannot stand
Watching you spiral
Into your demise
You poison yourself
You kill yourself
And you care not
'bout love nor smarts
But only you
Lost ChildThe child walked along the roadLost Child in Free Verse More Like This
A petite figure in a baptismal gown
A red ribbon tied 'round his neck
With wide eyes of pure azure
I came upon him as I walked
Along that same dusty road
And he asked if I knew him
I shook my head, wondering
What parent would let their child
Roam free as if he weren't in danger
He looked at me with sad eyes
And asked his question again
And again I gave the same answer
So he took me by the hand
To lead me to the truth:
A playground with a rusty slide
And creaky swings of old
It was then that I remembered
Sliding down and swinging high
Laughing and enjoying life
I turned to him, the tiny child
But as I did he turned to dust
And I mourned as I did before
For the child lost in time
Lost in an adult's world
A Child's HeartA child's heart is full of these:A Child's Heart in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Soothing words upon scraped knees,
Pats on the head and amused laughs,
A father's treats, paper crafts,
Mommy's food and Sissy's dolls,
The chills as night falls;
Fantastic tales of countless heroes,
Sweaters that Auntie sews.
Words of rebuke and of love,
And dreams of flying up above
(I'm Ready)Armed with but my pride(I'm Ready) in Free Verse More Like This
(perhaps a bit too much)
And a pen and notebook
(black and college-ruled)
I'll take on the World
(large, scary-but manageable)
Head on, no fear, let's go
Hit me with your best shot
My chest is puffed
My shirt white and flawless
(except for that mustard stain)
I am done being shy, scared
So long have I spent
Living in the darkness
That the brightest of lights
And the darkest of nights
Cannot lay a finger on me
So, come on, World
What are you waiting for?
Do You Fear the Dark?Do you fear the dark?Do You Fear the Dark? in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing in upon you
Like wolves upon a sheep
(separated from the flock-
alone- no help- must run-
find the shepherd-)
Their fangs sinking in,
Tasting your warm flesh,
-the rush of blood-
A desperate, lonely cry
Begging for a light
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
Were you really there?Everything is long gone,Were you really there? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you're passing by ,
I'm still walking on this road, all alone,
I'm still trying to move on.
An intruder in my mind,the ghost of the old times,
Is reminding me about how you used to say,
That you really care.
All this time were you really there?
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden1. The Garden of EdenTorn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden in Free Verse More Like This
Nitimur in vetitum
“Subdued to the glary light,
To The Paradise, the land of bliss,
I’m bound in this endless rite,
Magnificent, sheer wings have been given to me,
Simultaneously, incapable of flight…
O Lord, rusted chains you have wrapped around my fragile wings,
Enslaved by you, almighty God,
Kneeling I confess, by the freedom I am awed,
Father, by the knowledge I am mystified!”
Damnant quod non intelligent
His limpid blue eyes are filled with hope,
Gleaming folded wings awaiting the ethereal break away,
The silence conquers as his wish starts to decay,
Dismayed he waits,
Blood is dripping from the dreams that had led him astray.
“My glistening winged son,
Shallow words had reached my ears,
Let them hollow wishes shun;
My broken creation, you shall repent,
Blot out the thoughts intended your rank to descent”
Angel with the scabbed wings kneels for the last time,
By the stream of sorrow he has been taken away,
Sharp words infi
Incomplete"Tomorrow morning, that footstool goes!"Incomplete in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm left to listen to my own voice's echo,
As it bounced back off half-painted walls
And round corners without the skirting-
Next weekend's promise still etched in pencil.
But faded past the point of a stranger's notice,
And even your mother has stopped commenting,
On the second landing's crooked light fixing.
I must have asked you a hundred times before,
To throw out that footstool in the hallway.
Bought at some junk shop, three streets away,
And just awkward enough, so that I stub my toe,
Every single time I walk through the dam door!
The same door you painted pink to annoy John,
Next door's tenant with a grey tweed suit,
And a hate for anything even mildly creative!
God he hated you! With a passion unmatched.
At least he did-
Last week he said how he'd admired you.
He said that you artwork was unparalleled!
You would have snorted in his face,
And asked him "what else you would expect?
You were a genius with a paintbrush after all!"
Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of ChaosMy brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök's byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?
For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.
If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.
Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.
The Eyes of a DragonCan you see it through her eyes,The Eyes of a Dragon in Free Verse More Like This
Those distant fading memories
In vast and endless skies
Where horizons could not be set?
And can you find time before beginning,
A prequel to Adam and Eve?
Or the apes who stood to men,
And walked with swords upon two feet.
Discover hidden beneath time dulled scales
Where there's fires from ancient years,
Which burnt before the strike of flint
And paled only in others through fear.
Her claws once curled tightest grip
Alongside bated and excited breath,
As perched on the dizzying precipice
She held no fear of what she could drop.
She'd leap from cliffs where none would follow,
To unfurl her starving wings and feed,
Feaster on the wind and breeze
For flying held freedom and to live was to be free.
But now her claws click blunt and clipped
And her wings fold ripped and tattered,
No burnish holds in tarnished scales
When chains are there to keep her grounded.
What she was she is no more
So let the weary mind forget
For pain is brought in thoughts
The SkullShe'll speak to the dead with her head on one side,The Skull in Free Verse More Like This
Punctuate conversations with the roll of her eyes,
For jokes loose their bite once the dust takes my teeth
And laughter is dry without a tongue or lips and speech.
Watch the cracks for my mind and I have long fell out,
We were in for a while but overdue another bout
Any apologies would be useless in this little war
The maggots will mean the argument is lost for sure.
Once the stone grows too cold she will bore of my grin
But don't put my skull back where I lie straight and thin
Up here is a sun to bleach the old bones white
And a silver sheen smile beneath the evening starlight
My nerves frayed to cobwebs and caught the last draft
I won't feel the heat or ice like I did before in a past
With dark empty sockets I'm staring on blind
But it's better than rotting satin and myself for all time.
But while you perch on my name you may chatter on
Tell me of those who remained after my coffin was gone
If they became neighbours or settled elsew
A White Rabbit AffairYour skin held the Red Queen's perfume,A White Rabbit Affair in Free Verse More Like This
As you smiled your best Cheshire grin
Ready to vanish through the mirror
Where you'd straightened your waistcoat
And checked your pocket watch one last time.
A Beginning Worth StartingI'm waiting for a beginning worth starting,A Beginning Worth Starting in Free Verse More Like This
A first chapter with an undeniable hook!
To pull you between the lines
And drag you deeper into ink than words.
My winding, weaving plotline path,
Whose story holds the darkest villains.
For heroes are dull as dust compared,
To the creeping, grasping gasp
Of a good baddie's evil laugh.
And a scheme that tricks even the best,
The quickest witted reader's mind
Who believes they've solved the mystery
Only to find the ground has dropped,
And they stand over open darkness
Where answered questions have lay it wait!
Yes, that's the 'begin' I want to hear,
To read and live and jump into!
With writer's keys still clattering,
So I can't be told the ending yet
By those who skipped ahead the pages,
And setteled for 'he died' or 'won'.
I'll puppeteer the writer's hands.
That is, if I must.
I'm sick of waiting for a beginning worth starting,
It's taking too long to stain the pages
And the ending will arrive at same time set,
Despite if I start or I wait fo
Lady LustThey sat together at a table set for nineLady Lust in Free Verse More Like This
Just him and her, then seven empty seats
To wait for guests who failed to show
Even when the clocks struck twelve
Chimes to shatter moonlight with their blows.
"Should we not wait for them to come?
His question stretched through the room
And crossed their silence sat between
Their two chairs at opposite ends
So her face and features remained unseen.
"But they are here can you not see?"
She asked with faint amusement
As his eyes searched the empty space
And found only what had been
Leaving him to wonder what was meant.
"No one sits here but for us my dear
Apart from dust there is just air
No guests, or friends, or secret love
How can you see what is not?
You play at jokes which are not fair!"
"No jokes are played upon you my love,
I tell you only hidden truths.
Those chairs are taken by myself
My greatest flaws are sat here tonight
And in my silken words lie the proof.
At your left sit gluttony my enemy
Who I fought with many times
CosmicHer head is light from spinning,Cosmic in Free Verse More Like This
Though the beacon still can glow
In the hope he'll draw close enough
For her to pull him home.
When he left he took her shell
The wall that she had built,
And scattered it across the stars
Who's cores were safely hid.
In their volatile explosion,
An argument leading to the spark,
Sent shock-waves through eternity
And blew them far apart.
Without him there's no fusion,
Only the one burnt out heart
To falter beneath grieving pain
Until a numb black hole does start.
The StormTonight the wind howls round my house,The Storm in Free Verse More Like This
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.
The creeping moans of the garden gate,
Don't scare me as when I was small.
I don't fear the lonesome whispers
From the chimney behind the wall.
Instead I watch the pitch black sky,
And wish that I was out there.
To feel upon my face and skin
The coolness of darkened water.
The storm is full of noise and rage
But only to those who don't hear.
Because the storm is lonely
And only wishes to feel near.
It's trapped on its own.
So far from the ground or sea,
Desperate for some connection
Just wanting to be.
It wanders just like us,
From time to time and place to place.
Looking for something more
Just for companionship to taste.
Tonight the wind howls round my house,
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.
Because the storm and I are akin,
We share each other's pain
Seeking what we've not yet
SmileIt might as well be blind eyes behind lenses,Smile in Free Verse More Like This
For all the miracles of airbrush, Photoshop,
Have left us with no true concept of beauty,
Just clouded retinas and fun house mirrors.
Corpses walk our catwalks, posing as mannequins,
But even the inanimate have more life than bones.
I could count the ribs around struggling hearts,
And snap brittle, twig arms in desperation,
Plead for them to listen, and see their own destruction.
Because their beauty is lost in flesh decay,
Until only specters haunt each fashion house.
What hope is held for those who us counted mundane,
If models are counted sub-par, below,
And to be stunning lose their lives or health.
My beauty holds in the words that I write,
And maybe my features are considered in line,
With what is accepted as good looking, a bit of alright,
I like being complimented, told that I'm hot,
And it's impossible to ignore those who say not,
Be thick skinned, but that doesn't mean deaf,
For small adversity helps us conquer greater yet.
Lore of Death~I have been known by many namesLore of Death~ in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the course of history
In ancient Greece I was known as Thanatos
Twin brother to Hypnos
Charged with escorting the deceased
To the realm of the underworld
In Ireland I was called the dullahan
A creature with large eyes and ear to ear smile
With my head under my arm I ride to the homes
And call out those whose time had come
The Scottish believed me to be a canine
A black or dark green dog named Cù Sìth
Whose purpose was to take the souls of the dead
And deliver them to the afterlife
Hindu scripture name me Yamaraj
Riding a black buffalo and carrying a rope
I'd lasso souls to take back to Yamalok
Where they will face judgement
Common culture know me as the reaper
Cloaked in black and scythe in hand
But I only need to touch you once
For my purpose to be fulfilled
I have had many names
Many forms and appearances
But one thing has always been certain
I am inevitable and a certainty
Many have tried to bribe me
To trick me or evade me
They may have succeede
Seeking RedemptionSome days I sit backSeeking Redemption in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Taking a sip from my glass
As I think and reminisce
about times gone past
I recall my times fighting
Serving with my brothers
A soldier of our nation
Protector of sons and mothers
But times I think back
to my time's in foreign lands
I remember the many faces
Whose death came by my hand
Did I truly do what was right
Did I do what was just
Or was it all tainted blood
That I made soak into dust
These thoughts haunt me constantly
Like a continually ringing bell
Will I find redemption for what I've done
Or is my soul bound for hell
I am a god fearing man
The only one of my kin
I pray to him day and night
For forgiveness of my sin
Are my prayers being heard
Or is it all to late
Have I done enough
Or has God already chosen my fate
The Devil's Lie~Satan's Greatest TrickThe Devil's Lie~ in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Was to convince the world that
He Doesn't Exist
Always RunningI run as fast as I canAlways Running in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wind blowing pass my face
Troubles left behind in my wake
I run as fast as I can
I keep going forward
Never looking behind me
I run as fast as I can
Breaths become shorter and faster
Sweat pours over me like rain
I run as fast as I can
Sharp cramps run through my legs
Like needles poking every square inch but still
I run as fast as I can
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what awaits at the end
All I know is
I'm running as fast as I can
Forever In My HeartFeels like forever and a dayForever In My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Over four months since I saw you last
Remembering the adventures we had
Exploring a vast preserve in the rain
Venturing through the long grass and bushes
Enduring the harsh summer heat
Rafting through a winding river
I never wanted our time together to end
Never did it pain me to say goodbye so much before
My heart longs to be with you again
Your voice fills my stomach with butterflies
How I wish we could be together again now
Embracing each other lovingly and tightly
Alas soon enough I will return
Return to where I truly belong
These words are my solemn vow
Forever In My Heart~
My ObsessionYou're my secret angelMy Obsession in Free Verse More Like This
But you have never seen me
You are my fascination
But I've never crossed your mind
I know things about you
But you don't know mine
I know you're parent's names
But you don't know mine
I know your sleep patterns
But you don't know mine
I know all your habits
But you don't mine
I know the place you work at
But you don't know mine
I know all your friends
But you don't know mine
I know all your faults
But you don't know mine
I know all you achievements
but you don't know mine
I know all your hates
But you don't know mine
I know all your loves
But you don't know mine
I know how to find you
But you will never find me
I know what you look like
But you have never seen me
I know when we will meet
But you will have no clue
I know what will happen
But you won't see it coming
I know we will be together
But you are yet to know
I know we are meant to be
But you don't, but you soon will
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato 11A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Spain!" I heard Italy say from the other room. I decided it was time to tell him hi so I got up and walked into the hallways, leaving Romano in the living room by himself.
Italy was glomping Spain while Spain said,"He's still cute." And when you thought about that he sounded like the pervert, France.
I glared at Spain as if waiting for something. He stared back at me.
"Well?" I asked him.
"Yes?" He asked back. He was teasing me...and I didn't like it one bit.
I crossed my arms and pouted, thus causing Spain to glomp me and say,"Your so cute! No wonder Romano likes you! You two are made for each other!"
I was blushing at the thought of what Antonio had just said. But, even thought I was blushing, I couldn't breath!
"Your choking her, you tomato bastard!" Romano yelled as he pulled Spain off of me.
Spain rubbed the back of his neck as Romano yelled at him for 'almost killing me!' and how he would kill Spain with one tomato if I died.
"You really like this girl don't you?" Spain teased R
Camp Hetalia Cabin ListCamp Hetalia Cabin List in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Cabin 1: Pasta: Hungary-
-Cabin 2: Wurst: Liechtenstein-
-Cabin 3: Salted Salmon: Vietnam-
Soriya Danika Khong
-Cabin 4: Hamburger: Belarus & America-
Tylo Salceda (Kiku)
Edon Glandzman (Switzy)
Kyle Lozano (Kaoru)
Natasha Ann Lozano (Iris)
Alice Elizabeth Castillo
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C6A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I unplugged my phone from the wall and pocketed it. I slung my backpack (messenger bag) over my shoulder and ran downstairs. Today would be my first day of school. And I would be arriving at school in a red brand new Italian sports car.
Italy kinds sent a flying airplane to my window asking if I wanted a ride last night. At first I thought wrong but, I know Italy wouldn't mean...well, THAT.
Before I left outside I kissed my mother on the cheek. I seen Kyle fall down the stairs with his hoodie on backwards. What a fool.
"Dude, fix your hoodie." I said while shaking my head. He did so and said,"Ready to go?"
"With out you, yes. I have a ride to school." I said before I slammed the door in his face. I walked to the back because...well that's were the road for cars were.
Then I seen the red beauty. I knew this one was NOT based on a German model. I hopped in the shotgun (No top) and woke up a sleeping Italy.
"Feliciano." I nudged him in the ribs causing him to jump up and start the car. "W
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C8A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Pasta!" I yelled as I bolted straight up. I looked around to see that I was in that one room in The Vargas' house. Must've been the guest room.
"What happened!" Romano yelled as he burst my door open. He was panting hard and he looked around the room like he was a cop or some CSI guy.
"I just woke up. Usually when I wake up out of fainting I scream." I said. Romano still looked around the room frantically. "Cut it out!" I yelled at him. Damn, that sounded harsh. Now I felt bad, I didn't mean to do that.
"I just want to keep you safe." He said. He approached me and was about to hug me when I said,"D-don't make m-me faint a-again!" I put m hands up in front of my chest in a protective way.
I DID NOT FEEL LIKE FAINTING AGAIN ON THAT DAY.
"You need to learn how to not faint so much." He said. "Try letting your 'excitement' out."
"Let my excitement out..." I looked at the window and thought of what I could do. I got an idea so I got up and stuck my head out of the window and screamed like
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C5A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday. Today I had to take a tour of the school. In Italy you went to school on Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,and Friday. You had Saturday,Sunday, and Monday off! At least I had less school. But, the years were slightly longer. You had to go to school for exactly 295 days...I think that was it. (I am totally lying here. This is not true!)
My school was pretty cool. It was unlike other schools in America but, it seemed cooler with the Terracotta tiles on the roof. And it seemed more...festive. I got to see some of the classes,the cafeteria, the office, the plaza, the gym, and the auditorium. My school seemed cool. I also got to pick my electives. And I got my schedule too.
8:05-8:45 Homeroom Class A2
8:50-9:40 History Class F4
9:45-10:45 Math Class C6
10:50-11:40 Lunch/Break (They had what seemed like GOOD food!)
11:45-12:35 Science Class H1
12:40-1:30 Italian Class B5
1:40-2:30 Elective (Art/Music) Class G3 (Tuesdays and Wednesdays Art. Thursdays and Fridays Music.)
2:35-3:25 Writing Cla
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C1A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I took my seat next to my twin brother, Kyle and looked out of the plane's window. Goodbye, California. Hello, Italy.
My dad had got a new job in Italy that will pay a lot more so we were moving from the peaceful Bay Area to the romantic land of Italy.
I hated it. I didn't get why money was more important than your kids. I had my whole life planned out here. My education, friends, and my future job: All ruined. Now I would have to find a new path to take. And I KNEW it wouldn't be easy.
"Don't feel so down, sis. I'm here for you." My brother said from next to me.
"I don't need your comfort right now. I need silence. And Hetalia." I said as I brought up my PSP and started playing my new Hetalia game.
"You should be practicing your Italian." He said, flicking my head.
"Ho già so parlare italiano. L'ho preso nel mio anno da matricola, idiota." I said in a full Italian accent too. I was half Italian on mother's side. (She said 'I KNOW how to speak Italian. I took it in my freshman yea
Kidnapping Sexy Men: North Italy Part 1Kidnapping Sexy Men: North Italy Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey squirt, I thought you would be "fangirling out" on the plane and everything. Aren't you a "fangirl" of Italy?" You father asked you as the two of you spruced up your house. You wee finally here in North Italy and you were barely moving in. But you haven't fangirled one bit. Oh and why was this? Were you going mental? No...
Because you were holding it in. Which was bad. Little did you know that the second you found Italy would be when this fangirlism would release, and...god knows how Italy will react to it all. You just hoped that it wouls be a positive reaction.
You started to slightly swoon, you sat down on the neatly placed couch. You had to be careful. This fangirlism may come out at any time if you weren't aware of your surroundings.
Now...just a few more days to get settled in then you could go find your...oh goodness here is comes. "ITA-CHAN!" Yeah, just one scream is alright every now and then.
|~Three Days Later~|
Where to find Italy in the city of Florence? German
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C4A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Italian mall was nothing different than any other mall. Besides the fact that there were really expensive fountains,plants that were real, and the store were really fancy.
Really, the Hot Topic was actually organized! And so were the other stores that I loved! But, something was bothering me.
"Hey, Natsha, do you need help with your bags?" Italy asked me.
"Yeah, sure." I said as I handed him the big ones. "I have a question. Why are you guys so nice to me?" I rushed out all at once.
"Your nice!" Italy said in his cheerful tone. I looked over to Romano to see him smiling. "You seem different than the others."
Wow. Seriously, now they liked me because of my personality! Damn, was I happy.
I then got an idea. "To H&M!" I said, grabbing both of their hands and dragging them to said store.
"I look like a homo." Romano complained. I had put him and Italy in black skinny jeans. And did they look hot? Yes, yes they extremely did.
"No you don't. Now you have swag." I said. Heh heh, mayb
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C3A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was watching the television. Apparently they showed Jersey Shore in Italy here. Well of course...it's Italy.
But anyways, I was watching T.V. when someone knocked on the door. I got up and approached the door. I opened it and was greeted by Italy.
"Hello! Ve~!" He greeted me.
"Hi." I said leaning against the door frame and crossed my arms.
There was an awkward silence before I spoke up.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"What is your name?" He asked me. Wow I forgot that. They didn't even know my name!
"Natasha." I said in an Italian accent.
"Your Italian!" He said excitedly.
"Yeah, I am. My mom is Italian so I have some family here." I said.
"Do you want to come over? I think Lovino is thinking of you.~" He told me.
"Oh." I said as I looked down. Romano was thinking about me? I barely met him yesterday! "Okay. One minute." I ran into the kitchen and kissed my mother on the cheek before saying,"I'll be next door."
She nodded to me. I walked back outside and shut the door behind
A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C2A Bowl of Pasta, A Piece of Pizza, and a Tomato C2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey! Over here! Kiss, kiss!" My brother and I said to a young girl who walked by, from the back she looked about sixteen. She had dark brown hair, it looked like a mix between auburn,brown, and red. I guessed that her eyes would probably be a brown or olive green. She had really nice curves and wore foreign clothing; dark black jeans that were skin tight and a black shirt with a neck line in the shape of a V with a dark blue under shirt covering her breast from showing. She also had really detailed yet, simple black flat shoes.(Vans)
The girl turned around and looked at us. She had olive green eyes that sparkled in the sun. Her face was cute and her skin was just ever so slightly pale. She stared at us and seemed to be taking in our appearance, a.k.a. checking us out. She let out a look of awe before she fainted.
She started to fall to the ground before I rushed to her side and caught her before her head hit the ground.
Oh shit. I had a girl who just fainted in my arms. Wha