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RussiaxReader Hand gesturesI learned a valuable lesson today.

I was hanging out with my good friend, Ivan. A lot of people say very nasty things about him; like he's psycho, he'll kill you, stay away from him if you want to live. Stuff like that. And for the life of me I couldn't understand why. 

But you see how I used the past tense? That's not a grammatical mistake. I'm in honors English; I know better than that. Which means I learned  exactly  what they were talking about.

You see, I made the mistake of giving Ivan a thumbs up. I can't remember why, and honestly, who cares, right? It's an innocent gesture which to me, signifies approval.

But not to Ivan.

Sudden
2075: Chapter Ten: SusanChapter Ten
Susan

I’m sick to my stomach. What if she- no, I can’t let myself think about that. We’ve been together for so long it’d kill me. Kyle and Juan are at the chart table, plotting the best course to land, while James paces the cockpit nervously. He cares about her. Almost as much as me and Juan do. It’s a little odd, because he’s only known her for a month, and we’ve been together for near two years. But he is. Joy is watching everything helplessly from her vantage point next to me. She cares about him. I can tell. Sophia is on my other side, filing her nails. As if they weren’t alrea
DealsLet’s make a deal.

Not one of those deals, strung together in the desolate wastelands of poisonous shot glasses waiting to meet lips sowed together with lies where when they mix, they create a chain, the result of a chemical reaction that can’t be reversed, only broken by acidic knives that really belong in the backs of people or hidden by the liquid that goes hand in hand with the poison, curiosity leading them to see how deep the bullet lies.

No…Not one of those deals.

Instead, let’s get a pack of cards and God can deal them to us, because there’s no other point in making a fucking deal that isn’t bui
DublinAt the hour of twelve at night, I
Stride O’Connell street, brightly
Lit pubs hold men in drunken pride
Singing the Celtic songs loudly
As dancers dance to th’tune lightly.
“Whack for th’toora loora laddy,
Whack for the toora loora lay,”
Dances on my ears, the happy
Tune takes me to a window. I stay,
And I look by the candle’s rays.
I see the sweet Spanish Lady
Granting her feet their ablutions,
Until my soft vision’s taken from me
By two men, one drunk, their functions
Suffering hallucinations.
It is daytime, and half-past eight,
And I spy the Spanish Lady
Brushing her hair in th’broad daylight
AbandonedCrying in the sand
The ship sails past shoreline
Trapped on the island
Teeth MarksMy body's covered in teeth marks,
from my own bites.
I ruin everything,
and I destroy everyone I like.
When I sink my teeth into your flesh,
infecting you with “love”,
you're still curated under the gaze of
a mindless release.
It's the only trick I know,
the only that I keep.

Do you feel as empty as I do?
With your body covered in teeth marks,
infected from my bite.
Now our bodies are merely skin tags,
marred with ill intent.
It was all so meaningless,
just a way to vent.
Scoliosis.I have bruises up and down my spine, laying just beneath the skin. Sometimes it's easier that they are not visible to the world outside, so I don't have to explain why I'm always pinching my neck and gripping my shoulders. But somedays I wish someone would just come up and tell me that they understand how tiring it is to live in a constant state of discomfort.
There are days where strong hands grip my waist and hold me upright. Those hands are my savior. But mostly the man attached to those hands isn't around, and those days my spine collapses in on itself, writhing like an injured animal. My body morphs in my head sometimes, and I dream of
AbandonedThe words etched into the bark had left him,
no longer the driving force of his life.

“Hope.”

The stone slabs stacked up against one another
once reminded him of their strength.

They are toppled over now.

The creek slowly bubbles through the rocks
that try to cut it off from continuing to flow.

He had always tried to make it through.

All the photographs and scribbled-on papers
float gently away from him:

All of their memories, disappearing.

He walked away, abandoning everything:
Abandoning hope. Abandoning his past.

Just as she had abandoned life.
Life Plays UnfairRegret and remorse
the stuff I stir in my drink
Wish the best for
the person I did the worst thing

What happens when
the tables are turned on me
when is the next
part to this happy ever after

oh wait, I broke it

I'm sorry mommy
I broke this boy's heart
I pretended I was grown up
and got myself torn apart
make it all better
I was playing a game
didn't know life played unfair

Hold my hand tight
cause no one likes me now
just cause you're old
doesn't mean things cant taste sour

I sang to him
and for a time, he did to
until the music
stopped and I spoke too soon

but no one
told me I'm not dreaming
til he let go
and I forgot the believing

I
InnocenceA child's innocence is her greatest weapon
It's as harmless as a floating piece of paper
but it can ward off any dragon
It can venture through the darkest feet of tunnels
but a ray of light will always emit from the depths of its soul
Its sword is as light as any bird's feather
but it can tear through kingdoms with one swipe

Its age can last for all eternity if wary
but demons lurk about in every corner
They wait for years, for any kind of mistake
And if seen, jump into their course of action
Their hands, like the fangs of a snake
with a single touch, can destroy years of abundance
They seep through a child's veins like venom
slowly poisonin
Sounds of the HourIn the depth of the night, in the misery of the murk
I was wheeling across the bed, not a spot of sleep in my head
Tumbled and dabbled and fell down, peeked out the window to find ghost of the town
Laid down in hope for a nap, blanket high as the crown of a cap
Sleeplessness all these hours got me a frown, why was this life making of me such a clown
I heard down some unusual voices, and I looked up for atypical noises
An old voice shredding the crowd was so free; I couldn't make the two of my ears agree
The fragile but husky strains, flowed all through my ears
The charm of the blows and shouts, kept crew-crowds in fear
Were those cottony prayers, or harsh chants, I couldn't make out
Or could it be mourns of the lost times, or cries of destruction, just before the touch down
The voices roared and shouted, as if of the Lava were those
Hailing in anger at the ticks, perishing back to the tocks, gawker of the misery they remorse
The sounds flowed through the room, the a
Closing timeplay it again, Mr. Waits
my feelings are
getting stronger
and nineteenth cigarette
burns out like a midnight lullaby
at drunken Saturday night
at piano playing moon

only stray tomcats
crossing the streets
at Virginia Avenue
in a little rain
can understand now
how all these drinks work
when I'm lonely here
short before the closing time

so I never talk to strangers
but women in red shoes
in shine of diamond squares
send shivers down my spine
in shades of downtown trains
in sounds of blind love blues

I want to hang down my head
before the long way home
in my new coat of paint
before the closing time
and get lost in all dirt
in the cold cold
Sky's InkThose soft clouds
I want to lie on them
And enjoy their comfort like a pillow
Those glittering stars
I want to catch them in my hands
And release them like fireflies
But these are merely dreams
Which I write about
With this flowing ink of mine
This ink
With which I'll write my name
Across the sky I long to reach
MayaI had a friend once
She barely skimmed 5 feet
And was always asking bystanders
If she was “taller than her sister yet”
She threw small tantrums
Whenever someone called her Mye-ah
And insisted that
The natives of that ancient civilization were called May-ens
She refused to walk between two friends around the courtyard
Explaining that it made her “feel like a Nazi”
She tripped up the stairs
And got lost on the way to the cafeteria
The bathroom
And she still doesn’t know what her schedule is
She’s doe-eyed and full of smiles
But could make a sailor blush
And at the drop of a hat
She’d convince you that
Sounds of the NightYour mind is fast,
But your feet are slow,
Because you can't escape,
The wretched Sounds of the Night.
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Judgmental

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Judgmental

You judge me even when you haven’t walked a day in my
shoes. Does it make you heart
feel content to judge me? To
use hurtful words, does it bring you joy
to know that you have cause the pain at
my soul and my mind. Have you ever thought that the
person you judge is the same
as you? I think not by the tone
of your voice, the same voice that has hurt me and
many other people. They are all
just human, even I
am a human, like you. Have you lov’d
anyone before? From the way you judge I
would be surprised if you have lov’d
anything at all. This is why you’ll die alone
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I wrote this for English class. The spacing is weird cause we had to include a line or two from another poem and put each word at the end of the lines. The lines I used are from Edgar Allen Poe's poem "Alone". These are the lines: "My heart to joy at the same tone- And all I lov'd-I lov'd alone" :3 I do not own the poem "Alone", but I do own this poem~
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~epicbleachfan998 Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Oh wow. o.o I'm... feeling emotional now... Excuse me. ;~; Very nice job!
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~xxxWARGIRLxxx Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Heh heh, thanks~ ^^
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~epicbleachfan998 Jan 31, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
You're welcome~ :tighthug:
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Mood: Love ~Haruko-tan Jan 28, 2013  Professional General Artist
Oh mai~ It's like I could've wittne it my self. Loverly~ X3 :iconpandaglompplz:
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~xxxWARGIRLxxx Jan 29, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
^^ thank you~~
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~Haruko-tan Feb 1, 2013  Professional General Artist
You're welcome, broski~ ^_^
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~WingedRam Jan 28, 2013
That was......beautiful ;n; :iconcryforeverplz:
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~xxxWARGIRLxxx Jan 28, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:icononionx3plz: thank you so much!!!! I was surprised by how well it turned out, cause I wrote it last minute XD
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~maur1n Apr 23, 2013
Ei this is nice. I'm trying to ignore these negative emotions caused by such people. Hell what's happening to me is just too terrible for my capacity. Reading this poem helps. Be it more sarcastic and add more angst next time. :)
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~xxxWARGIRLxxx Apr 23, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ah, sorry you're having such a bad time Xp
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