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A/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!
So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight you were supposed to call me tonight...
Ivan picked a sunflower from his flourishing garden and slipped the engagement ring on the stem before tying a (f/c) ribbon on it.
He smiled and practiced his 'speech' to his scarecrow "____ ____, 2 years ago on Christmas eve we met. I've loved you ever since,nobody can make me feel like you do. You're my most beautiful,brightest sunflower! I Я буду лю
One SecondDear You,
Yes, I know what you're thinking:
"There's that creepy girl again,
the one that stares at me all day
and gets all nervous when I'm around."
But I have a lot to tell you,
even if you're not reading this,
so just bear with me.
You- yes, you- are ruining my life.
I used to be so content with myself,
convinced that love was pointless
and dating people is just a hassle.
I knew that looks didn't matter,
that I should look out for myself
and not care what other people think.
What have you done with that girl?
I'm wasting all my time on you,
and I know that, but I can't stop.
I worked so hard on that project,
hoping it would be per
JuliaShe’s the kind of girl people write books about.
Rides bikes too fast - - no hands, hair in flames eyes too.
Barefoot, dirt smeared, picks dandelions with her toes.
Train-track balancing act,
backyard trapezes laughter,
She paints her walls with memories.
Ceiling too. Me as well.
I find treasures in her soul.
She makes mine.
She has gypsy legs and a homeland heart I cannot steal.
A living poem I can’t rewrite –
the kind of girl summers are made of.
9.47you run through my veins
like you do my blood,
like you do thoughts -
on strings, i dance
and i paint and i
try and try and try
so hard, for you
my dear, to be
the moon and stars
and for you realise
that every night
i am awake for you
but in the end
the sea will swallow
and the sound will
fade to silence,
and the light will
fall into the dark
and we will become
dirt and dust again,
living in the hollows
of ourselves turned
inside out, turned
dysmorphic weatherspring came late this year
snow arrived along with april
and i found myself wondering
if this was what the whole year would be like
it wouldn't surprise me
given the recent events
pathetic fallacy and all that
Missing From The WorldSometimes, I’m missing from the world,
But no one even cares.
Oh look, they’re playing a game,
I wish I could join.
My feet move like clockwork,
They’re moving towards the group.
My hand reaches out to them,
But I’m instantly shoved away.
Pray I don’t die lonely.
Tears fall from my face,
I run towards the sea.
Its arms comes closer to me,
I can’t help but to smile.
I’m standing in the puddle,
I’m ankle deep with my emotions.
Why am I ‘scary’?
I feel as if I’m dying inside,
The light went dark.
There’s someone running to me.
AschLuke: A Fiery FlameTitle: A Fiery Flame
Author: D.R. Ward
A Fiery Flame
I should hate you.
I should wish for your death,
I should wish for your demise.
I should wish for you to perish,
Because you have been living as a disguise.
But I don't.
I should want to punch you,
And beat you,
Until I had my everlasting fill.
But I cannot.
Luke, you changed....
I used to be able to hate you, I did, Luke....
I fall into your arms,
Wishing for this to end,
But wishing it would never in the same.
And yet, I wonder....
How did you do this to me?
A mere Replica!
I should be able to crush you!
Come to me nowI need him closer
I need him now
Kissing me hard
Pushing me back
Pulling me in
Pinning me down
Picking me up
Just come here
Come to me now
Feel my curves
Bite my lip
Kiss my neck
Bite it if you please
Just come here
Come to me now
To feel your lips
tracing down my jaw
Your warmth over coming me
Giving me chills
Just come here
Come to me now
These Past Weeks.These past weeks have been the best
Although I know that they could end in a flash,
And I know you may just want to leave it all behind
But I'll never forget it, cause it changed my life.
Every second that our lips touched
I felt a little bit of my heart heal,
I felt it explode in my chest...
I felt as if I slipped out of my mind, and straight into yours.
I would gladly give up this gift, my power to write
Just to hold you for another long night,
And I would give up my heart for you
Just to know if I could trust you to hold it,
But now, as far as I'm concerned, you've had it from the first kiss.
AwayThe stars are all I can see.
As I lay in grass.
So scared to see sunlight.
Because when I do…….
I have to leave you.
I'll have to leave your arms.
Your strong embrace.
It sings to me like a lullaby.
It's ruining my lullaby
It seems you have a new scar every day
The sunlight is showing
Now I have to leave
Away from the camp
Back to the Allies
Away from the Axis
Away from you
Even though you're the enemy
I can't help but love you
Upon the Final NotesA dance is a dance, a twirl in the night
Begging for a reason, kindling to the flame.
Friendly words whisper to friendly ears,
Of times done and gone.
Lips smile, brushing a soft shoulder,
Begging the heart to make a mistake.
Only will remains, struggling,
Just to persevere.
Brown and BlueThere once was a boy who was so very tall
taller than everything and everyone
that he couldn’t help but look down on everything.
he looked down like a king on his world
or like an overlooker, miserable:
his face always noble, always tragic
the way those long eyelashes were always drawn down
to hide his faded blue eyes.
he missed out on a lot, always looking at things like
and slow-striding feet.
There once was a girl who was not quite as tall
(pretty average, actually)
with the brightest brown eyes
that saw the bright side of things;
she was always looking up
at silly things l
Ad vitam aeternamJe te briserais bien le cœur,
Mais je crois que tu n'en as pas.
Tu n'es pas un enfant de chœur,
Pas non plus un enfant de roi.
Chacun le voit ton beau visage,
Mais où sont donc tes beaux scrupules ?
D'autres que moi seraient plus sages,
J'aime les crapules.
Je suis prisonnière de ton songe,
Entichée d'un regard de toi.
Et quand la colère me ronge,
Mon corps bat pour toi...
My LoveOver the course of a few years
I set myself a mission that came with its fears
It came with its dark times
Times when there weren't many rhymes
Through many conflicts and decisions
I set myself to a new destination
One that was nice and very peaceful
A sanctuary that was to be very hopeful
I realized it as soon as I saw you
You had reminded me of everything that was true
I did not know you would make a big hit
On my feelings and emotions and she didn't even try
I knew it was her when I saw her eyes
Sparkling and beautiful like I hit the grand prize
I knew it was her when I heard her voice
A soothing melody and I knew she was a good choice
brothers on a hotel bedTitle: Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Disclaimer: Cloud, Zack, Tifa and their collective angst belong to Square Enix.
Setting: Post FFVII.
Type: Complete ficlet.
Summary: Sometimes Cloud remembers. Sometimes Zack joins him. It always hurts.
Cloud curled up on the bed, the side of his face and hair pressed against the scratchy pillow, and remembered Zack.
He remembered when one night in a hotel room they'd lain a bit like this, their backs to the world, knees and foreheads touching. He still remembered the wallpaper it had been yellow with little roses on it and been peeling in the corner. Z
don't fall in love with a poetHello, all you gentlefellows and ladies;
I have a piece of advice for you.
Nothing harsh, nothing meant to hurt.
But here it is:
Don't fall in love with a poet.
I'm not saying it won't be brilliant.
Because it most likely will be.
(While it's happening.)
It will be lovely, to fall into the iambic pentameter
of her heartbeat.
And you will adore the collision
of her mouth, and the obscure verse it whispers
against your skin.
She will love you;
or not love you
in whatever way suits her at that present time.
It might be like fireworks.
Or it might be like gentle moving honey.
Either way, it will end.
PoI: chapter one.~Point of Inflection~
an antipodeanshipping story by meg
take me away from me
Zero, convicted criminal, sentenced to twenty years for attempting to destroy the world, looked down at his striped jumpsuit and sighed.
Jumpsuits. He couldn't seem to get away from the damn things.
Of course, the last time he'd worn one it had been much more interesting and modelled after his obsession at the time. He hadn't minded them then.
But after two years of endless, just-slightly-uncomfortable striped polyester/cotton blend it was getting pretty old.
Everything was getting old. The prison food was getting old. Staring at the walls was get
chipped off nail polishTell me what to do, boy;
my nail polish is chipped off
and I know I am not perfect.
Tell me what to do, please
it's hard to swallow
and I cannot breathe
because you're out there somewhere in the world.
(Where the hell does someone like you come from?)
My lips are bitten
and my heart is sore.
People say that strong emotion is good
that it means you're alive and sensitive
that it's better than the numbing lethargy
And it's true, I've never felt this present
on this blue-and-green marble world of ours.
But oh god, I cannot take it any more.
My shoulders are thin and I am pale and sick
and I do not know if
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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