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The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of Nature
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
It's an unrequited love, isn't it?I know you will never read this.
I know you will never get the chance to even catch a glimpse of this.
But I just want you to know that I love you.
You're perfect to me. I don't care about your flaws. I don't care about the faults that everyone else always seem to point out.
I really don't care.
What matters to me is that you are you. And because you are you, I love you.
I just wish you could love me back.
I just wish you could say the same words to me--to make me believe that I'm not the worthless thing I see in the mirror every day.
I just wish you could be here, comforting me when I need it, and telling me you love me over and over again. I promise I would never get tired of those three simple words:
"I love you."
But how can you love me back?
You're not even real.
Lachrymosejust because there are people all around me
doesn't mean I don't know what loneliness feels like
doesn't mean I go through every day faking a smile
when all I want to do is lock myself away and cry
because it feels like no one will want to understand or listen to
just because I have all the necessities of life
doesn't mean there isn't
where all I want to do
DreamDon't ever stop feeling what you want to feel. Reel in all the emotions you care to hold deep inside you, and nurture them within your heart. Embrace the sensation of being the only one to truly change your future, as long as you shove past all your doubts and reach the highest capacity your fingers can brush against. Advance towards your goal with your courage for a sword, justice for a shield, and all your hope forging the rest of your armor to brave every adversity you face. Make your passions you have in life happen, as long as you remember to accomplish one simple act.
An Obituary To My ChildhoodDearly beloved; we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a very special and dear friend to all of us...our Childhood.
Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allow
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, down
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Flights of FancyI believe in
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and immature for believing in
However, I simply say to them:
"I just still have my imagination, is all."
Dear to the WorldDear to the World
Dry up those tears and stand up;
The sands of time will not cease to stop in favor of your woeful sorrows.
Your silence to the world projects your voice throughout the vast entity of space and through a multitude of cosmic galaxies.
Hatred is capable of burrowing deep into your heart until it torments and haunts the mind to condemn.
For envy will grow like the green vines of jungles, twirl around your feet and encase your body in transparent black acridness.
Honor those who have grown to age wisely and endure the calamities meeting them from the wings of the ticking clock.
Love those who gave you great suffering and to those who adore you for who you are instead of who you aren't.
Every ticking second we experience the miracles and tragedies of ephemeral life.
And move on;
Life is precious and fragile, my dear.
Don't waste time dwelling in the past;
Learn from your mistakes.
A Disease Called Loneliness...A Disease Called Loneliness...
Loneliness is a disease,
a sickness of sorts.
It is debilitating,
mind numbingly painful.
It is something
that can never go away on it's own.
No drugs have been invented
that can cure it and
no therapy can help treat it.
It is something that starts
with a broken heart and
can take your breath away
even in mid sleep waking you
as your lungs gasp for air.
Then when you think
it can get no worse.
It begins to spread
throughout your entire body
like a dreadful cancer.
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach now.
Gnawing away at both
my insides and my Soul...
as it creeps it's way outwards
tainting everything it touches...
I have felt traces of it
in my elbows and knees
and through out my arms and legs...
all the way to my fingers and toes.
Making me feel much older than I should.
So bad now in fact, people ask if I'm alright.
I do not make any noise,
I try and keep a straight face.
I try to act like all is ok.
But they say I look paler...
GermanyxReader - Treason Part 2Panting with terror from the dream, he turned the lamp on with shaking hands, seizing the picture beside it so that he could trace over the lines of her features with his fingertips. It was the only thing that drove away the nightmares, as ashamed as he was of it. He had never been one to have night terrors, even as a child, Ludwig had slept soundly with only the occasional dream, and rarely nightmares. Now, he had nightmares every time he closed his eyes so that he slept little and was almost afraid of the dark. And they were always the same, the recurring dream of that night the Allgemeine Schutzstaffel, men he had known and counted as friends, had broken into his apartment to seize her. The twist that made the dream so horrifying was that she would rise and laugh with them, those black phantoms with red armbands, and they would congratulate each other on finding the real traitor: him. And every single one of their faces was a blank,
PrussiaxReader - Treason Part 2The bitter cold seeped through the wool of his coat as he pushed open the gate to the shabby little cemetery. It squealed on rusty, half-frozen hinges, but gave way as he shouldered it aside. The bells and sculpted angels from an earlier era were blanketed with snow, the gravestones and the path totally obscured from view, but Gilbert hardly needed to see it to walk the cracked paving stones. He wound his way past the plots and half-sunken mausoleums to the furthest corner of the graveyard, where a sparse wood bordered the iron curlicues of the fence. He counted the trees outside the fence out of habit, his boots stopping him in front of the correct trunk without him being truly conscious of it. He stared down at the little grave in front of him, stepping up to the headstone and sweeping the ice from its surface with the toe of his boot. He crouched in front of it, setting the bouquet of flowers down gently in the snow.
“Your favorites, Sch
Request: CanadaxReader~Ice Skating~"It's really n-not that bad _______. You get used to it after a while!" Matthew said, grabbing your elbow as you tottered.
You pouted, puffing out your cheeks in irritation. You glanced at your Canadian boyfriend, Matthew; wishing that he didn't convince you to do this. You tottered on your ice skates again, clinging to his arm. He was gliding along easily while you were shuffling along, trying to keep up.
"But I can't!" you whined, basically leaning on him.
He grinned, helping you along. "But you're doing great!"
You couldn't help but grin back. He was so sweet sometimes! You almost slipped again; cursing how the cute moment was ruined. Darn skates.
He helped you balance yourself; still gliding along like a pro. You finally grabbed the edge of the skating rink, stopping your shuffling. Matthew stopped perfectly, balancing on his skates with ease.
You looked up at the huge Christmas tree that was standing beside the ice rink. This was your favorite time of year; nothing you get you in
S.A.D. Candy Hearts: PrussiaxReaderYou sighed and placed another colorful conversational candy heart in your mouth. It was just like any other school day, people laughed and talked loudly all around you. But today was different. It was actually slightly worse because around every corner there was someone making out with some girls hands down some guys pants, red and pink paper hearts taped to the brick walls of the school, and posters of a Sadie Hawkins dance or something like that, were in every single class room, on every single wall, even in the library that you had trusted so much to be lovey-dovey free.
"I hate Singles Awareness Day . . ." You whispered under your breath, remembering how all your friends left you to spend time with their boyfriends or girlfriends. The only good part out of it was that your friend, Erik, was cupid for the day and gave you plenty of the artificially flavored colored heart candies.
"____!" A familiar accented male voice yelled.
You looked up from your hearts to see a familiar albino b
His Story: PrussiaXReaderHe decided to finally end it.
The anchor was securely linked to the chain that shackled his wrist. In his boat, he contemplated the sea, overlooking the pool of sparkling azure horizon. The mild waves cradled his boat as the wind brushed gently against his skin. He couldn't recall the last time he'd seen the world as serene as this solitary moment.
The truth had dawned on him‒ he had no other reasons to live. He'd been constantly reminded that the world can manage without him. He had not so many friends and most of them had long since deserted him. Even his own brother, the only one who truly cared, also grew tired of him.
What he was about to do would conclude his prolonged suffering, painless compared to what he endured throughout his stay at the Soviet Union.
Prussia's stomach protested. Water was his only meal for two days. It served as a punishment after being found stealing food from the kitchen. He had been doing it for weeks‒sharing the food with the other starvi
Frost Bitten: Part 5 (Jack FrostxReader)Frost Bitten: Part 5
"My mother," you tried to absorb everything that just happened, "wants to meet you?"
Jack was cheerily oblivious. "Yep!" he told you with a grin, "She seems like a very nice person."
You shot him a withering glare, then threw your head back, rubbing your eyes with a hand. "Nice, right."
Suddenly he was very wary of the situation. "Why? Is she not?"
"Oh no, she's an amazing woman. Best mother ever," you paused before continuing, "She's just- very involved."
His blue eyes widened, "How do you mean?"
Rubbing your temples, you looked at him, "Well-"
The doorbell rang and Jack smiled sheepishly at you, "She said she was dropping by."
Frantically, you stumbled to the door, slipping on a patch of ice but catching yourself on the doorknob just as your mother was turning it. She pushed the door open a crack before your weight stopped her.
A nervous laugh left your lips, "Hey mom! Just a moment, k?"
Slamming the door shut, your (e/c) eyes darted arou
PrussiaxReader: MercenaryThe tavern was old older than most buildings in the ramshackle town. Probably the oldest, considering it hadn't been completely demolished just systematically repaired from time to time, as the need arose. The front porch was partially singed in places, riddled with old bullet holes in others. As you walked slowly up the weathered stairs, they creaked loudly underfoot, as if groaning in protest at another young bounty hunter entering the tavern to take up another potentially life-threatening job.
If the stairs could talk, they'd probably gripe about how another young life was being wasted on the great money-trail.
You pushed your way through the old swinging doors barely clinging to their tattered hinges and stepped into the gloom of the dimply-lit interior. After the latest shoot-up, there were even fewer neon lights than usual. A few hung limply from the ceiling, their casings shattered and cracked. The surviving few glimmered faintly, trying their best to
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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