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AliveYou sit up, breathing hard.
Beads of sweat rolls down your face, as you lean forward, tears rushing down your cheeks. Not again.
You take a deep breath, letting yourself calm down.
Where are you again?
Ah, your friends house.
They’re sleeping soundly next to you.
You check their alarm clock; 5:00 A.M.
Grabbing your book, you lay back down to read.
Soon, you’re asleep.
Sunlight? You squinted, shielding your eyes and glancing at the alarm clock.
Your friend is already up, using some ringtone to ensure you stay awake.
You can’t help but laugh.
God, you have amazing friends.
Soon, everyone’s up. People are running around, laughing, smiling-
So are you.
The kids run back and forth, playing tag. They giggle as they tag each other.
You, too, smile. It’s infectious; how could you not?
Cereal, Pancakes, Sausage, Milk-
Ah! So many choices!
You grin as the kids begin to dance around.
It’s going to be a great day.
You’re sitting near the window,
CollegeProfessor!EnglandXCollegeStudent!Reader "It’s an easy A this weekend, everyone. Remember to read five of William Shakespeare’s tragedies this weekend! Thank you! And have a great Valentine’s Day everybody. Class dismissed!!" (Name) snatched up her books, flying out of her chair and into the gaggle of her classmates. Her lips were stretched into a straight line, bright, sparkling (E/C) eyes oddly dull.
Her mind was a million light years away, focused only on getting away from her college, Mr. Arthur Kirkland, she had so mistakenly fallen for. She replayed his voice inside her head; his beautiful English accent, pronouncing every word so clearly that the fog of confusion lifted in AP English.
But those eyes, oh those emerald eyes. She could look into them all day. She practically fainted whenever he looked her way. They pierced her heart and soul, consuming every day of her life. Well, every day of her four year college life. She couldn't te
Nikki is my OC. She is German and has an accent.
I do not own Hetalia or the Characters in any way, shape, or form.
"Class dismissed! Remember to read the first 10 chapters of To Kill A Mockingbird this weekend! Thank you! And have a great Valentines day everybody." Nikki snatched up her books, flying out of her chair and into the gaggle of her classmates. Her lips were stretched into a straight line, bright, sparkling sky blue eyes oddly dull.
Her mind was a million light years away, focused only on getting away from her teacher, Mr. Arthur Kirkland, she had so mistakenly fallen for. She replayed his voice inside her head; his beautiful English accent, pronouncing every word so clearly that the fog of confusion lifted in AP English.
But those eyes, oh those emeral
Star-BoundYou said the drops of Jupiter
Hidden in my eyes
Made me beautiful.
I was never beautiful.
You said I lit up the night like
A galactic revolution and
Made the moon seem dull
Wall flowers don’t shine.
You said I was Orion’s Belt,
Enveloping the vast
Expanses of your mind
I can barely hold myself together.
You said I was too good for this world,
And promised there was
More to it all.
We both know this is
All I’ll ever be.
Funny how someone you call
Feel so lost
Among the stars.
Familiar FriendOh, familiar friend.
Where did you go?
I seem to have lost my way again.
My eyes are too keen
And the words are all lies.
They believe I can cope without you.
For a time, I managed.
But I never found my faith.
The only person to accept was myself.
This world is too harsh,
This pain lashes too raw.
I don't want to admit to my defeat.
I would rather stay blinded,
To remain blissfully ignorant.
It's hard to escape when you're all that I know.
I drink from a cup of poison,
I can bare its sickening flavor.
Just to feel it nurture my tortured soul.
It soothes, it calms, it numbs,
I drink until I feel nothing, nothing at all.
I choose you every time. I return to your arms.
Oh, familiar friend.
Where have you been?
Promise that you'll never let go.
The world is too cold,
And I fear that I cannot live
Without reaching the bottom of a bottle.
Warm loveAs we huddle together,
heated by the fire in our hearts,
warmth spreading through our intertwined fingers
reaching to our sock covered toes,
we sit and we think,
we sing and we dance,
we laugh, and we love.
Though neither of us know how long we will last,
We both know how far we would go
if it meant the flame stay ablaze,
the ashes stay smouldering,
and the spark stay lit in our hearts.
The BusinessmanI’ll smile at the front desk
As they take my business card
Always fake your feelings
If you plan to get this far
I’ll shine my leather shoes
And press my shirt and tie
A fine suit and oxfords
Will hide your fakes and lies
So take your gains and keep them
in this world of cheats and fakes
you and you alone
are the master of your fate
say goodbye to those beneath you
and leave them in your wake
in the world of cash and credit
the Businessman will take
If you’re not 15 minutes early
You may as well be late
So sleep short, skip your food
Then hurry up and wait
I care not for the hungry
Or the thousands that must be freed
The profit that fills my bank
Is the only saint that I need
A knife in Ceaser’s back
Lead to Brutus’ death
But no one blamed Augustus
Who watched his final breath
We all know the winners
Write the history books
So I’ll make myself a king
In a world of pawns and rooks
Give me money, give me gold
I care not from whom
Dance With MeThe music calls to us my love
Now don't be shy
Come dance with me
Here under the pale moon's light
Just take my hand
And let your heart choose the path to take
Come with me, we will dance throughout the lands
Through the glades, the forest, and much more
Come dance with me
Let the wind steal away your voice
Let your passions, your strife, your tears float away with the wind
For I'll be here to hold you
Either it be the anger that posses you
Or may it be the sadness that causes your body to shake and rattle
I'll be their with open ears
That will never change as long as I stand here with you
Come dance with me
Twirling and dipping in our fluid movements
We will continue to dance though our joints creak with protest
Time won't matter as we dance on
As on bones start to weaken and become brittle
We shall dance with the same vigor and energy as when we started
We shall dance on even when our hearts loose the beat
Come dance with me
After all of this we shall never stop
For we shall glide am
Yin and YangThere once was a world,
that was entirly white.
it was good hearted and cheerful,
and the children never fight.
but one day,
the white sky cracked,
and a girl fell from the heavens,
that was entirly black.
the girl was not good,
she was nothing but hate,
and when she was on the rage,
the White learned their fate.
She was blood thirsty,
and black to the core,
she caused a chaos,
known as the eternal war.
She was a yin,
trapped in a world of yang,
but from that chaos,
our world was made.
Leave You WaitingI want to steal your sunshine,
and place it in the hands of my pocket watch.
Leave you waiting for the blast from the nuclear winter.
I want to pull the moon down,
and load it in the barrel of my revolver.
Leave you waiting for the splash from the tidal wave.
I want to take your last breath,
and pack it in the bowl of my smoke pipe.
Leave you waiting for the burst from the ozone window.
The Great Day of Red Chocolate CommercialismThere's a hunger for romance that consumes the nation
With placards and tacky red grocery sensations
Dolled up in doilies of paper and lace
With commercialized amour all over the place
In crazy confetti I barely can stand
Lost in the love songs so bitterly bland
It seems the true meaning of love has been lost
We trade in sincerity for pizzazz and cost
The touch of a hand is now trumped by a card
Expression alone is unspeakably hard
I'll give you a daiquiri-truffle to drink
With intoxication my catch-phrase won't stink
Forget the old mantra 'commit to content'
In this day and age true love's Heaven-sent
Afraid of commitment we sell off this day
In every unspeakable heinous way
The flash and the fancy is naught but a mask
A prettied up carnival so we won't ask
My challenge for you is shockingly simple
Woo that cute coworker possessing dimples
Without romance your endeavors crumble to ash
You're better off stripping and jumping in trash
Valentine's Day is a chance to be true
EmptyIf I were a road, You’d be a traveler
With a broken transmission, slashed tires
And a light that reads empty.
If I were a wreck, You’d be a passenger
With a broken windshield, bruised neck
And a face that reads empty.
If I were death, You’d be a victim
With embalming fluid, fresh makeup
And a body that reads empty.
FailureI hide behind
A mask of
“She’s so smart”
No, I’m not
I’m a failure, an experiment
I can’t finish what I started
I can’t start what needs
To be finished
Letting everything pile
Higher and higher until
I’m drowning in it
Drowning in the expectations
The unfinished work
The life I’ve chosen
That’s what I’m
Drowning in my own sorrows.
Just in what
Others expect me
Because I can never
Be as perfect as
They want me to be
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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