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Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
Diamonds And GlassA human soul is like a glass vase. So fragile, so easy to break. Just one touch, and it can shatter into a thousand shards. So many pieces that not even a lifetime would be enough turns of the clock to meld it all back together.
So instead of being glass...
Why don't we turn our souls into diamonds instead?
After all, diamonds are one of the strongest materials to be found in nature that can be shaped into something beautiful.
Who wants to be seen as glass that can be pulverized with the slightest of pressure, when instead you can be viewed as one of the most durable and gorgeous souls in the world?
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~
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."
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.
No More TearsThere is a desert beneath her eyes
Dry, desolate, despairing
Devoid of life; devoid of emotion; devoid of hope;
Now just a broken ravine carved by sorrow
Now just a barren canyon chiseled by fear
Now just a fragmented chasm sculpted by dread
Now just a tearless void
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.
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
Natures DoingEmily's body slowly floated down the river, her body bloated and her face bluer than her transparent grave. The forest leaves shaking ever so softly, sounding like the laughter of a child. It all started with a hushed whisper then a low moan before turning into a heart stopping scream.
She tried to get out.
She ran as fast as she could.
The roots kept tripping her.
The noise making the seven depths of hell seem like a joking matter.
It grabbed her ankle.. And started to slowly pull her down.
Children stop in front of the forest, exchanging stories about Emily. If you listen carefully... You can hear the leaves shaking ever so softly..
The Poison That We DrinkLies(Deceit...!)
They are so tempting(And so sweet...!)
They seem so simple(But make us weak...!)
They are the poison that we drink
In the middle of the night,
You're telling me everything,
But not believing!
Over burdening your soul,
But I'm not retreating!
(I refuse to drink)
How! Could you do this to me...?!(Can't you see I'm bleeding?)
Now! I can't even breathe...!(Oh no, my heart's not beating)
The sky! Is painted with my grief...!(My patience is fleeing...)
So sad...so sad, so sad...so sad...
You've made me break myself, and I'm so fucking mad!
How! Could you do this to me...?!
Now! I can't even breathe...!
The sky! Is painted with my grief...!
Can't you see! How you make me bleed...?!
One more round tonight! But! My! Heart! Can't! Beat!
They are the poison(That we drink...!)
They are so tempting(And so sweet...!)
And when the sun is rising,
Still screaming, no surprising!
I'm trying to unify,
But you keep dividing!
I don't want to hear,
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...
Magician!EnglandxReader: Created Feelings"Thank you everyone! And have a wonderful evening!" shouted Arthur Kirkland, magician extraordinaire.
You smiled and gave a little bow next to him, as his assistant.
When the curtains fell, you gave a sigh of relief. It had been uncomfortably hot under the glaring stage lights, just like every other night.
"Feeling hot?" Arthur asked, pulling out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handing it over to you.
"Yes, very, thank you," you replied, accepting it and wiping your forehead and neck off.
The two of you made your way backstage to the prep room that the two of you were forced to share. It was quite awkward in the beginning, but a routine was soon figured out. You would change first while he waiting outside, then he would change while you took off your makeup. To make things easier, Arthur had even bought a screen to cover up.
You rushed into the room, quickly stripping and changing into a pair of jeans and a comfortable blouse, before calling Arthur in.
As he stepped behind the chang
I really didn't know what the word ment until i met you. you showed me you cared about me or atleast thats what you made me think.
Thats what you caused me. When you rejected me after all that we been through. Why did you do it? Why?
Who needs people when they will only cause you pain? I learned never to show my true feelings to anyone they will only cause you agony
They say time will heal everything... Im waiting.
I sat in a cafe alone at the table in a corner. Sipping my cup of coffee and watching people walk in and out of the small cafe. Most of the people who came in were couples. It only made me sad. it's funny you have been out of my life for weeks now and im still not over how you made me feel. I grabbed my things to leave and hurried to the door but i ran into some guy. He had gorgeous green eyes and short blond hair, he also had really bushy eyebrows but they suited him well. I appologised to him seeing how i
Magic!EnglandXReader Request: BeliveMagic!EnglandXReader
"Hey England~!" _________ called entering her best friends/*cough*CRUSHES*cough* house. She looked around realizing the house was empty exept for england's kitty named teacup. ________ smiled petting the sleeping kitten's head. __________ then noticed that the basement door was open. upon entering, what looked like endless staris spiraled downward. The mood almost chaged to be sinester instead of gentleman-like. ___________ desended for what felt like hours until reaching the bottom. a purple glow accented her fair face. with uneasyness, she ventured on.
She saw an ajar door in the distance. Upon entering, she saw England! He was stading before a dark colored circle. His long cloak covering his body. He was chanting words as _________ snuck to hide behind an array of potions placed on high shelves. England continued chanting, grabbing several powders and potions as he did and spreading them upon the circle. ___________ moved to one side to see, accedental
Only Imaginary. Reader x Canada
No one really listened to him during the World Conferences, nor during the strictly Allies Meetings during the first and second World Wars – why this was and forever will be a mystery to one Matthew Williams. He had tried to speak up every blue moon, but his meager voice would easily be over-powered by his own brother's obnoxious voice arguing with someone else.
As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Matthew was overshadowed and forgotten about almost on a daily basis. Even his pet bear would let his master's name slip from his mind.
Being lonely was something Canada was used to, though not something he rather enjoyed.
Until one day, he heard an even softer voice.
"Excuse me, sir but…uhm, you wouldn't happen to see me, would you?"
Sitting in his own, remote chair in the World Conference room, Matthew glanced around him with wide, curious eyes. Who was talking to him? Surely it wasn't one of the countries…they've never noticed him before, so why now?
EnglandxReader: Black Eye'Stupid Alfred '
You stared at the large, shiny bruise. More specifically, your large, shiny bruise.
'I knew I shouldn't have played baseball with him and Gilbert!' you mentally yelled at yourself.
The day before, the three of you had been playing a simple game- you were pitching, and Alfred and Gilbert took turns hitting and fielding.
You didn't expect for Alfred to hit the ball right into your eye. And you definitely didn't expect for that to happen the day before the monthly World Meeting.
You groaned. No matter what you did, you couldn't do anything to hide the overlarge black eye. You had even called Elizaveta up, hoping she had some suggestions, but she only had one- wait it out. Well that was helpful.
You stared at your reflection again then sighed. There was nothing you could do about it, and if you didn't leave soon, you were going to be late. And you had already missed last month's meeting due to the flu, so you weren't about to miss this one.
"Well, I'd better ge
Canada x reader Contest entry Canada x reader
'Come on Matthew! Todays the day! You can do this. !' Matthew said to himself as he paced behind the school building. He nervously gripped at the small gift bag in his hands. 'Who am I kidding I can't do this! Maybe I should just tell seychelles to call it off befo-'
"What are we doing here Michelle?" He heard your angelic voice.
"Just wait right here I'll be back" she said before making a run over to Matthew behind the building. She smiled big at him. "Well she's all ready!~" Matthew gulped. "Michelle I-I ......" She sighed.
"Don't tell me your not going to do it"
"I well......" Michelle grabbed his shoulder and shoved him to where he was able to see you. You were standing under a cherry blossom tree your beautiful (h/c) hair glistening in the light as you were admiring the beautiful blossoms. Matthew only blushed as he was turned back to Michelle.
"You see that girl over there"
"Do you like her"
"Do you want her"
"Then go to her befo
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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