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I'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreader
A/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!
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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
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,
grassroots circus.
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,
swallowing joints
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
the waves,
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
upside down
AschLuke: JealousyTitle: Jealousy
Author: D.R. Ward
Date: 5-22-13
Age: 13

Jealousy

I, can't, breathe, when he's,
Looking at you.

I, can't, see, anything but red,
When he touches you.

Get those dirty paws off you!

I, can't, stand, his smile,
When he stares at you.

I don't want to look at him,
Guy, with you.
I don't want to see his face as he serves you,
Like the good little bitch he is.

I don't want you near him...
I don't want you by him...
I won't let you stand there...
As your heart - He wins.

It disgusts me,
To think that he is your friend,
Your ally.

I want him dead, I want him gone,
I want him alone.

Do you remember me?
Me, Asch, sitting on th
A Mermaid's First LoveBlue waters,
Caressing my skin,
Urging me,
To adventures untold.
My Kingdom,
Touching Ocean's floor.
Surrounded by Mother Nature's beauty,
And the delicacies,
Of Ocean's waters.
My tail,
Pushing and pulling,
Allowing me movement,
Through water's blue.
Water lapping upon rocks,
Lounging on surfaced Ocean floors.
Combing hair,
Singing lullabies.
My body warming,
To Sun's gaze.
To Sunlight's caressing fingers.
A scream,
A squeal,
Running feet,
Upon dry sand.
Humans, I thought,
Danger, my instincts warned.
Waters splashing,
Coldness seeping into my skin.
I should hurry home, I said,
Curiosity won,
Curiosity is a killer.
My head,
Poking through the glistening surface.
I turn,
And my chest throbs.
Such warmth in their faces.
Such emotion,
Unknown to my people.
What is it? I wondered.
What is that look upon his face,
His hansom face . . .


No!
Humans are forbidden!
Humans are inferior.
Humans,
Are not t
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,
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.

People please,
Why am I ‘scary’?

I feel as if I’m dying inside,
The light went dark.

Wait,
There’s someone running to me.

His ha
AschLuke: A Fiery FlameTitle: A Fiery Flame
Author: D.R. Ward
Date: 5-20-13
Age: 13

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,
And scream,
And kill,
And breach,
Until I had my everlasting fill.

But I cannot.

Luke, you changed....
I used to be able to hate you, I did, Luke....
But now....

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!
..
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
photogenic, iconic
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
concrete
and dirt
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;
amazingly, impossibly,
she was always looking up
at silly things l
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
. You Are My Beat .You drum to the beat,
The beat of my heart,
My heart is a drum,
A drum to a song,
A song to my heart,
With Desire and Passion,
Coursing my veins,
That entice my heart,
To coerce your heart,
To desire what is life.

You sing like a harp,
Playing my lullaby,
You coaxing my body and Thy Soul,
To rest for eternity,
In your songs sleepy fire,
One of Desire.

For eternity I shall,
Lay at your beat,
The beat of your drum,
The beat of my heart,
You shall be my plum,
My sugar plum.
Satan's TemptationShe the angel who lost her way
He the devil dare we say
As he lays torture inside
His stance captures her eye
From that moment on she's in a bind
For she has fallen for that demon inside
He captured her heart with just one smile
His kiss tastes so sweet as the rain pours down
With that one kiss she's intertwined
For she has been so divine
He took her away for she will never be the same
From the moment she said yes
They will be set in this life and the next
Fire x HoonoHer fire is a mystery box
So mysterious yet passionate
Making my curiosity higher and higher
So dazzling, so attractive
Like a new born phoenix
Rising from its ashes

As fearful as an eruptive volcano
But beautiful as an angel,
His flame is mask
Begging me to fall for his power
How mystical, how sensational,
I think I am in love with him
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.

Alors.

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...
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.
My loveHis hands so big
His lips so soft
His kisses so comforting
I miss him so much

I wish he could hold me
Every hour, everyday
Hold me closer when I'm crying
Make my tears, my fears, go away

He says he loves me
And he shows it too
He's no idea how much I love him
Hasn't got a clue

I'd die for him
Because of him I'm alive
I cry for him
Because of how hard I strive
To be perfect for him

To be his perfect girl
That is all I desire
And he says staying who I am
Is all it requires

He is my one and only
He's the man I truly love
A match made in heaven
A huge thanks to those above

<3
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i still remember quiet nights,
and all the silly fights:
who should share a secret first?

wasted time deciding
where to go and what to do.
starlight cuddles,
whispered struggles,
and sunset puddles.

i still remember
all those reasons i wish i could forget.

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i still remember the starlit nights
and the whispered dreams.
the silly fights about who
would share their secret first.
the dreamy times
lost in hours of holding hands.

i still remember
all the reasons i wanted to forget
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:icondynamitehackr416:
~dynamitehackr416 Sep 25, 2011
This really hits something right now for some reason or another (the fact that I'm up past midnight my time on a school night should probs tell you something too).
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=platinummyr Sep 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: I know what you mean. :aww: Glad to see you. (only 33 minutes late...)
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~TalentedThruHIM Aug 15, 2011  Student General Artist
Wow. I've been reading a bunch of your poems. It's amazing how you can convey so much emotion with such few words. From one writer to another; I tip my hat to you.
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=platinummyr Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
The best words come from a powerful emotion :heart: Thaaanks :blushes:
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~TalentedThruHIM Aug 16, 2011  Student General Artist
So very very true. I mean in one swift flicker of a thought we pass through ourselves and OVERWHELMING amount of emotion. And though it takes work to get that out sometimes, sometimes you can describe with with just as small length of time, but with as much power as the emotion itself.
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=platinummyr Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Quite true. :aww: Words are a powerful form of communication.

"In the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god, and the word was with god in the beginning." :aww: God's nature is truth, and when he speaks, he speaks true, so when God said "light" it became into existence and we have light :)

My words are not that powerful, but I am not the author of the universe :)
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~TalentedThruHIM Aug 16, 2011  Student General Artist
Very true. Maybe that's why I like words so much? The Author of the Universe spoke words and created such glorious magnificent things. We talk to Him using words, thoughts. Maybe I could create something beautiful too? But only through Him. (Hence my user TalentedThruHIM.)
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=platinummyr Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: I do like your username :)

"God said 'let us make man in our own image'. So he created him. Male, and female he created them"

You can create wonderfully beautiful things, because we are creations in the image of our God. This image is not just the physical, more a more wholesome complete image. We are reflections of god's nature, though through mistakes and our desire to have dominion we ended up being drawn away. Though Christ has come to restore us into his family. We can do nothing pleasing without Christ, because everything we do apart from Him is contrary to his design that we be submitted to the Spirit.

Because God is a creator/author/writer, we are reflections of these very same attributes :love:

PS: My name is Jake. Nice to meet you!
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~TalentedThruHIM Aug 16, 2011  Student General Artist
Yep! (Wow that was a very deep reply on my part :P)

P.S. My name's Rose. The pleasure is all mine.
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=platinummyr Aug 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Nice to meet you, Rose :) That's a lovely name.

I'm not one to entirely believe (or dismiss) Shakespeare in these matters.

"What's in a name? That which we call a Rose would smell as sweet, were it called by any other name."

Names are very powerful. Especailly in the archaic sense, as meant in scriptures. Name meaning legend, or weight of the personality. So "Seas bowing down at the Name of the Lord" are bowing down not because of a simple word but rather the reputation of the person.

Names in other cultures (especially older ones) held more meaning than they do now. But we still can use them as a means of invoking reputation. "Do you know who my father is?" sort of things.
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