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So You SayI wanted to hate you in that second
Hate you for everything you stand for and everything you stand against
You stand for nothing
“I stand for community,” you said
But where were you, hm?
When my town was torn to pieces
Burnt as simply as you would burn your morning toast.
I ask, where were you?
Were you sitting in your mansion, reading the Sunday Times,
Eyes crossing over the name that was mine?
The names of my family?
The names of my friends?
Drifting over the words and the pictures and space.
Did you catch a glimpse of the torn down buildings?
The one’s that had shattered into a million pieces,
Squashing people like they were ants?
Did you turn the page and, in an instant, forget about us?
Your so called ‘community’?
Did we occupy that blank space your brain used to fill for even a second?
Yes, we did.
I remember it now.
When you stepped out onto the stage and announced with a smile on your plastic face,
“I stand for community.”
The IronyI would rather suffer on my own than suffer with other people around me. Because, really, what do I have to suffer about? Nothing.
There are people out there who are doing so much worse than me and it makes me feel guilty. Pathetic. Selfish. It makes me feel a genuine hatred towards myself. Because I still cry and feel sorry for myself. I still want to die.
There are people who don’t understand. Who never get the feeling of just wanting to die. But you know what it is, right? It’s a chemical imbalance in the brain.
And that’s what stop’s me. That’s the ironic thing.
That the fact that there is something wrong with me makes me not want to kill myself.
Snap!There was a man.
He lived in a house.
But this was no ordinary house
Because, you see, this house had a mouse.
It was white with pink eyes
And a belly of great size
Because it stole more than one
Of the man’s home cooked pies.
It was an annoying little thing,
That gave a loud squeak
Whenever the man attempted to sleep.
So one day the man went to the shops
And brought a little wooden block
With a trap attached to the top.
He went back to the house
And set up the trap.
Then out came the mouse
And the trap went snap!
ForeverYou know, I had a thought?
Amazing, isn’t it?
I thought a thought about a thought
That maybe we never need to ought
To die. No, don’t speak just yet
I need to explain this thought, just let
We can take another breathe.
Right after our last breathe.
Because, although we think it’s the last,
It needn’t be that.
No, don’t ask me where my mind’s at,
Just let me finish.
We’ll be able to dance and run,
Speak in German or Spanish,
Learn the guitar or the drums
So we can play along
With our ever
No! Don’t tell me to take a rest,
I’m not finished! Damn you!
We can live forever, don’t you see?
You can be a queen,
I can rule the sea.
And one day, one day,
We’ll meet again.
And then I’ll sail away
Haha, it’s brilliant,
Don’t you think?
That we never ever really actually ever need to think.
I’ve got it! Get the doctor’s,
Get the mothers and the f
UntitledI’m looking down at broken mirrors
Watching the shards fall beneath my feet
Cracks are forming in the floorboards
Sounding those soft but clear creaks
But I will never fall
Because I know as soon as I do
You’ll be standing over me
As I hit the ground below
And as I fall…
I open my wings and sore!
Fly up into that cotton covered sky
Feel the air and breathe a little easier
Then I have any other night
Because I learnt, oh, so long ago,
To ignore the likes of you.
The SilverwaresThey were a wonderful three
With a big headed child who took a certain amount of glee
In spooning out compliments to the rich and the poor
And almost right after, showing them the door
The father was tall and thin and quite sharp
And made almost everything into an art
From murder, to food, and surgeries too
To the point where we ask, “What else can you do?”
The mother was loving and helpful in ways
Helping husband and child with too much on their plates
But an evil streak too, passed through her veins
And in hell she helped devils to take the reigns
Now, all were quite bad and all were quite good
Taking their chances wherever they could
And, really, if you were them, wouldn’t you too?
Have a silent fame for whatever you do?
You and I. Romano x Reader
〖 when our lips touched,
that's when i realized that i was madly in love with you. 〗
“So, [Name]. I have a question to ask.”
“Ask away, then.”
“This may sound a bit cliché but,” Romano cleared his throat. He looked towards [Name], only to see her [e/c] staring at his olive green ones. “How's it like being in love?”
She froze— [Name] wasn't necessarily expecting for him to ask that question. She bit her lip as she thought for a moment. Ah yes, love. [Name] hadn't really thought of it thoroughly, she wasn't interested in romance. Though, she would wonder what it was like to love someone whom loved you back.
“I don't know, Romano.. I guess.. it gives you a funny feeling. That you just want to visit them everyday and bring them flowers and give them soft kisses on the cheek. And you feel like there's nothing important than your beloved. Aha, I'm sorry—” [Name] let out a nervous
Sweater weather. America x Reader
〖 sometimes i just want to sit by the fire and cuddle with you. 〗
“I'm freezing, Alfred.”
“That makes the both of us then, [Name].”
[Name] let out a scoff as she turned around, wrapping the blanket around her. It wasn't actually helping her, really. She wore a sweater, hoping that it would at least help her keep warm. But it was utterly useless, for she was still cold.
“It's still cold, Alfred. I don't like it,” God, she complained a lot. That was for sure. She was surprised that Alfred hadn't got sick of her yet. In fact, he only grew to get used of her complaints and whining. Which of course caused [Name] to grow even more intrigued by him. She thought- or expected he would leave her soon enough. But here they were. Together.
Alfred let out a small laugh erupted from his lips. “Well, what do you want me to do about it then, hon?”
She blinked, once, and then twice. [Name] hadn't really thought of one yet. Well
Trainee Shenanigans: Horse Ride
WARNING: Stupidness, and some bad language. Enjoy the ride, Cadet.
"Come on, get in!" In went one, two, three, four, five until you gave up on counting. It was overwhelmingly warm outside, and the wood of the wagon seemed just about to decay and fall to pieces on the soil you stood on.
There was, if anything, about to be an overflow of smelly and active teenage soldiers that kept flooding into the wagon like a river, non-stop as the weight grew and grew, space declining and declining. Beside you was an ever so gentle Christa Renz, hair golden and eyes blue, but her hands moved nervously as she buried herself into your side. To the other was Connie, who had the casual look of devilish nothingness plastered on his boyish features.
"By the time it's our turn, there won't be any room left. The Instructor might even make us run there!" Christa's voice was smooth, but the slightest hint of concentration was seeping through her pinked lips. The last of the soldiers climbed in.
Shrugging off t
Slice of Life (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)When Jean was a teenager, he fantasized about being wealthy. Interested in physics and astronomy, he imagined his future-self in a laboratory working for a company like NASA, and then after a day's worth of work finished, he'd return to his upscale home located somewhere along the coast. Life would be good.
However, during his junior year of college, he met a girl; one who was double-majoring in physics and astronomy as well. To Jean, she was smart, kind, hardworking, and not to mention so so beautiful. She aspired to become a professor at a university, and Jean almost had the nerve to lie and say he wanted to do the same.
Jean never desired to have a family, or, well, he just couldn't see himself married with kids. It wasn't due to the responsibilities that came along with having a family, it was more due to the fact that Jean liked to be alone. Sure, he hung out with friends and went to parties, but as soon as he was succumb with silence in the confines of his own h
La Casa... Parte 12Mientras con Phineas e Isabella
Ambos caminaban atrás de todos…
Isabella caminaba descalza mientras sonreía divertida, aunque era muy evidente que se caería de sueño en cualquier momento.
-¿tienes mucho sueño?...-pregunto Phineas
Ella inmediatamente negó con la cabeza pero no pudo fingir mucho su posición pues después de su respuesta bostezo.
-Vamos Isabella… sube a mi espalda…-dijo mirándola con ternura…
-No Phineas, debes estar igual o más cansado que yo y no quiero…
-Pero Isabella, no solo es eso, no llevas zapatos, seguro te duelen los pies…-insistió
Phineas mientras sonreía ante el hecho de que Isabella no llevaba zapatos.
Pero la chica fue interrumpida cuando Phineas la tomo de la mano y se puso de rodillas, en posición para que ella subiera a su espalda…
Isabella lo miro un segundo no muy convencida pero al f
La Casa...Parte 13Danville 9:30 de la mañana…
-Chicos bajen a desayunar…-Gritaba desde la cocina una mujer de cabello rojizo mientras servía el desayuno…
Al no obtener respuesta, la mujer dejo todo y subió al cuarto de sus dos hijos… Candace se había ido a dormir con Staycy así que no estaba en casa aun…
Toco varias veces pero al no oír nada entro de manera inmediata… encontró a Phineas y a Ferb dormidos profundamente… no había visto a qué hora habían llegado pero era hora de desayunar y tenían que bajar…
-Phineas…-sacudió al más pequeño de los chicos para que despertara…-Ferb, despierten chicos…-dijo
Cada uno comenzó a abrir los ojos con una lentitud asombrosa…
-¿Qué pasa mamá?-pregunto el peli rojo…
-Ya son las 9: 30 Phineas, es hora de que despierten…
Phineas se tallo los o
ReturnShe peers anxiously around the corner, hoping she might be able to see the red light indicating the long awaited train’s arrival. Every few seconds, she is checking her watch, tapping her fingers, pacing along the platform. Tears meander down her face as she alternates between standing and sitting, peering and staring, crying and smiling.
This time, when she peers around, she freezes and I can taste the bittersweet odour of anticipation. Longing. Time.
Too much waiting.
She is bombarded by crowds of people and she fights through them all, trying to get up to the misty glass and see in. After a few moments the crowds disperse and she wilts. It seems the moment she was waiting for hasn't come.
Crumpling, she hits the floor with unwelcome force and the sounds of her melancholy sobs ring, echoing against the walls of the ancient station.
Then, as quickly as she started crying, she stops and a squeak is caught in the back of her throat. Stepping off the train is a young man, we
Flirts Have Feelings Too- Jean Kirschtein x Reader
You clenched your teeth in disgust.
Feet away from your current position on the field, a cadet with long, red hair giggled at a pickup line from none other than the Jean Kirschtein. He had his hands on his hips in a pretentious manner and displayed a smile that made the girl he was talking to giggle again.
God. Did he ever stop flirting? At least twice a day you would catch him trying to seem strong or act suave in front of other girls and frankly, it pissed you off beyond belief.
You were raised believing in honor and integrity. Bedtime stories of heroes off to save the day and watching the Recon Corps march to battle led you to become an outstanding young lady with respect for others. It was no surprise to your family when you readily announced that you'd be enlisting in the Trainees Corps on your twelfth birthday.
"Oi, (Name), we're just about done here, time for class." Your sparring partner lifted themselves off the ground and dusted off the dirt that had gathered on
I Said You Were BeautifulObviously my opinion isn't enough. You need everyone else's before you decide that mine is right. Can you not just accept that you are beautiful because I say you are? Do you have to ask a million other people's opinion's? Is that really necessary?
I said you were beautiful. Surely that means something to you. Because when I say it, I add on the end that I happen to love you too.
If you're beautiful and loved, why do you need anyone's opinion?
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