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In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
SorryI'm sorry I'm a mess.
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.
I'm sorry that I don't get your "jokes".
I'm sorry they sound more like insults.
I'm sorry that my grades aren't perfect.
I'm sorry you don't help me.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry you taught me I couldn't be.
I'm sorry your house isn't clean.
I'm sorry you didn't tell me to clean it.
I'm sorry that I act to strong.
I'm sorry I learned to survive.
I'm sorry that I don't share with you more.
I'm sorry that you are ignoring me.
I'm sorry I don't know what I'm apologizing for.
MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
Canada x Neko!Reader- Part 5
I had woken up and saw that (Name) was still sleeping with me. Slowly I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her gently. I then remembered what had happened last night. I hope she wouldn't hate me or anything. Carefully I got up and put on some clean clothes, leaving (Name) to sleep while I made breakfast.
While I was cooking pancakes (Name) had came into the kitchen, a smile on her face, as usual. "Good morning Matthew." She said putting her arms around me. "Good morning (Name), the pancakes will be done in a couple minutes." I said with a soft smile. "Yay~" She said with joy, walking to the table to sit down. She petted Kumajiro while she waited, her tail swaying with happiness.
Once breakfast had been served and everything was eaten, I decided to go out to the backyard and get some maple syrup. For some maple pie for (Name). She went along with me and helped me get the syrup. "Maple syrup tastes so delicious! Are we making maple pie again?" She asked with glee. I winked at her,
Lo, How She Lie, Still and BrokenI'm trying so hard to get better,
So hard to be strong.
I'm trying so hard to keep smiling,
So hard to go on.
But I'm getting tired,
This happiness drains me.
The walls are closing in,
It's getting hard to breath.
Goes in and out.
The room goes black and white.
I can't take much more of this,
I think I've lost my sight.
Moral of the story:
You can't do it all,
Because no matter what you say or do,
Even the mighty fall.
Canada x Neko!Reader- Part 3
She came so close to my face I could feel her breath. "Uh um...?" I said trying to back my head away. My face became hotter and I could feel the blush overwhelming my face. "Mew?" She said sweetly, she then licked my cheek. "Mew." She said before yawning, I guess she was tired. About 5 minutes later she fell asleep in my lap, so I carried her to the spare room and set her down under the covers.
I hesitated for a moment and then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Feeling tired myself, I decided to head off to bed as well.
-8 hours later-
I was woken up Kumajiro, "The cat girl is still here." He said quietly. I got up and turned to him, rubbing my eyes. "Yes I know, she was staying here for the night remember." I said picking him up. "Lets go wake her up for breakfast." We then walked out of my room and into hers. She was sleeping peacefully, so I didn't want to disturb her. I then left the room.
Since we had a guest I decided to make some pancakes for her, with some maple syrup
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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