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Sticks And StonesSome people say that words don't hurt
And they live by the mantra of
Sticks and stones
But words don't break bones
They shatter hearts
They crumble souls
And I might be idealistic
But I believe that they can heal those things too
They can piece together hearts
They can build up souls
They exist in languages
They exist in meanings
Some people don't understand words
Yet they still use them
Words are powerful
And with that power comes a certain responsibility
Because I may not live by the mantra of
Sticks and stones
But I believe my sense of will
Can break down the letters of every
Word you throw at me
In case you didn't know I'm still a virgin
I try my best but I'd much rather look
The way I do
Then be a bitch like you
You can lie to yourself
But I know that true beauty
Is on the inside
And I'm fucking beautiful
So you can get over it
Because while you're still singing your mantra of
Sticks and stones
Like a broken record
I'll be playing my own tune
A song o
The Ultimate SacrificeI stared down at her, as she lied on the stone slab that would be placed inside her tomb. Her face was oddly peaceful, and she appeared as if she were merely sleeping.
I knew that it wasn't so.
I had watched her sacrifice herself for me, so that she could save us all from this terrible Blight. With the archdemon slayed, its essence had taken her life as well, and I was to blame for having let her sacrifice herself.
I prayed to the Maker that she was at peace now in some serene afterlife, for it was nothing less than what she deserved. I knew that with her no longer here by my side that there would be none of that easy contentment for me.
I felt the tears spring up in my eyes again, as I continued to peer down at her lifeless body. That body that I had made love to, that face that I had kissed, that soul that I had loved; it was gone. It was all gone.
"I will always love you," I whispered to my dead lover, my lips barely brushing the intricate, lightly-colored tattoo on her forehead. Th
PassionPassion is the root of all intense emotions
It is the catalyst of all whims of the heart
It is the source of prominent feeling
It is the center of emotional turmoil
Passion is the monarch of elation and thrills
It is the master of all sentiments
It is the supreme ruler of ecstasy and despair
It is the mistress of empathy and grief
Passion is the omnipresent companion to every true feeling
Love DrunkWe were never comfortable enough
To break the silence
The words we never say
Are our loudest cries
Our hearts were always two
And I would forgive you if you chose
To say goodbye
And our hearts were drunk with a beauty
One that our eyes could never see
And so you turn and walk away from me
But I'll move on and love again
The ground below me won't stop spinning
And it knocks me down
But I'll stand again
And all their voices just keep calling
Oh was it really my fault that you
I can only see
What's in front of me
So you can leave
Before I notice you're gone
MartyrI am the silver gleam in the iris of a martyr
I am the twisted words that come out of his mouth
I am the feeling he gets when he's lonely
Yet I am also the joy he feels when he sings
I am the whispers that haunt him while he sleeps
I am the truths and lies and everything he fears
I am the nightmares stalking him like prey
Yet I am also the good dreams that tell him of happy days
I am the silence right before his words
I am the laughter that chills him to the bone
I am the taunt that likes to tease
Yet I am also the phrase that likes to please
I am the spirit that lurks beside his soul
I am the shadow that will never fade or go
I am the mystery that solves his every question
Yet I am also every confusing answer he will ever be given
I am the nothing that he created
Yet I am also the something that holds all of his light.
Addicted To TragedySmiling as I walk down the broken road
I'll be gone tomorrow
So say what you wanna say to me today
This is goodbye and I'm not changing my mind
My whispers will never leave you
Even after I've died
Don't plague me with your thoughts of suicide
I'm so tired of hearing you complain
Your mind is weak
With the lies you've been fed
I guess you never thought that I'd slip away
And damn it's such a shame
That we have to part ways
I hope you can enjoy your life
Before the poison takes effect
I'm addicted to tragedies
Getting so sick of happy endings
Because where's the lessons learned
When everything's good?
You can't enjoy what you have
Until it's gone
Which is why I must go
Is this the end of all we are?
Because I'm still not sure
Your words still ringing in my skull
No part of my soul is spared
From your invasion
I'll call you once I'm mended (never)
I'll free myself once I'm stronger (maybe)
I can't keep drowning under waves of doubt
So I'll stand back up
Even if you don't want me to
Cutting The StringsCan't you speak for yourself
Or are their catcalls too hard to resist?
Are you gonna keep letting them force
Words into your mouth
When half of them don't mean shit
I was always there to hold you up
But you never appreciated me
I lost all feeling
That night you turned away from me
Oh, won't you tell me I was right
To say goodbye?
Because I can't keep living this lie
Deceiving all the simpleminded fools
And I'm still not sure which is harder
Staying with you and still being your puppet
Or cutting my strings and facing life on my own
But I've made my choice
And I've come around to starting my new beginning
Because I know it's too late
For me to turn back now
So don't you dare regret it either
Just LeaveJust leave me be
And I'll write down all of the words of our raptures
Because you seem so far away right now
Or maybe I'm just too blind to see you
Don't smile at me anymore
You're not real
Just leave me alone tonight
And I'll keep count of all of our mistakes
Because all I hear are the whispers now
Or maybe I'm just too deaf to fight for clarity
Don't sing to me anymore
You're not mine
Just leave me
And I'll make sure I break all your things
Because the world doesn't hold any meaning now
Or maybe I'm just too numb to feel a thing
Don't walk beside me anymore
We're not the same
Worth Your TimeI'll give you a comforting hand child
When their words ring hollow in your ears
You don't have to worry darling
I'll save you from the monsters that you fear
Nobody can tell you that you aren't worth it
Because I'll put them back where they belong
And when we rise above them all
We'll show them that they were wrong
So baby don't you dare lose faith
In the dreams that get you through
If you give up you can't conquer
So to your hopes please stay true
We're gonna get knocked down time and time again
But I'll always be there to help you back up to your feet
When it's hard and you don't feel like pushing on
Stand up and don't admit defeat
Their haunting murmurs might make you lose focus
But their opinions aren't worth your time
Just stay true to who you are and you'll see
That it was worth listening to my little rhyme
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
IceBeing in love with her is like walking on ice. You can never quite be sure where the thin patches are, or where the more sturdy ones reside. You have to give it your all, or you'll end up breaking through, and plunging into a frigid fate, where nobody can save you but her. It's impossible to survive her chilly conditions unless you're fearless, and you leave any insecurities you have on the shore. She's a frozen mistress, and her icy soul is one that knows no equal. Most think that she's cold because she has no heart, but I know better, for it was them that drove her to the edges of her barren despair. She doesn't know it yet, but I'll be the one to cherish her, I'll be the warm fire to melt the icicle tomb that she erected around herself.
And regardless of what bitter attempts she tries to use to test me and make me lose my way, I will love her still.
I will love her always.
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