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Cancerous CompanyWhy am I allowed peace
Why am I given release
And then I return to reality
Creased with sunken fatality
My eyes are ridden with dullness
From sleep deprivation and tiredness
These premonitions are killing me
And I'm the only one who sees
Lend me a hand so I can waste with comfort
Give me your gaze so I won't hurt
I need to remember what is and isn't real
What am I or aren't I still going to feel
No one is here, they've all left by now
I figured they'd disappear somehow
Go sin and leave, steal, take
Yet I must survive in your wake
This isn't supposed to happen This isn't supposed to happen to me.
I'm not living a song.
Then why do I feel so sickeningly?
Why do I insist on going on?
I'm an old truck that even no hipster would love
Just broken and ripped from all my use
My Lord, take me to your above
Save me from this reality I refuse
How could I have been dropped in the rain?
I shouldn't have gone down screaming
But I guess lyrics aren't all the same
But it's true that hearts don't break even.
I wish I had him, I wish I could stay
With her it's the only resolution I should take
Nothing is fair anymore, there is no only way
This is growing up now, this isn't fake
EnglandxReader: Oh dear."Oh, God, don't start that again!" You groan.
"Bl- Bu- What? My on-the-spot recipes are the most exquisite dish at the party, and it takes less time than following a recipe," Arthur retorts.
You eye the peppermint extract, white chocolate chips, coloring dye, and coconut closely. Arthur sniffs and ties the apron around his midriff tighter.
Sighing, you return back to the table and pull out a chair. As you begin to read the most interesting headline in today's paper, Arthur hunches over the counter, laying his hands on the edge of the counter.
"So... that's... it? No more nagging or-or... advice?" He asks rather solemnly.
You turn around slowly in your chair, peering at the Briton. His forest green eyes were on the table, his bottom lip slightly sucked inward.
"Do you want me to chastise you? Jeebus, that's a little masochistic."
"N-No, it's just this is the first time you've let it... slide, y'know? Does that mean they're actually good?"
You blush and stammer,"Um-that's..
FrancexReader: GiftsAs 'It's Beginning To Look Like Christmas' began to waft comfortably around the room, and Francis returned to your side.
You sigh and nuzzle into his side, and he lays his arm over the frame of the couch by your neck.
"Bing Crosby is perfect," You murmur.
Francis chuckles his French chuckle and replies,"I know you like the back f my own hand, do I not?"
You smile,"Then what do I want for Christmas?"
He blinks and responds immediately,"Me."
You laugh and shake your head.
"Wha....A scarf set with gloves and a hat."
"No, but if thats what you want, I know a place."
Francis holds his forehead with his free hand in anguish, "Mon dieu.... What is it you desire?"
His eyebrow twitches unseemly.
You shrug and grin.
"So, my cooking talents are the only things that you truly love? I am offended...." Francis frowns.
"Its not that I enjoy the food, I love that you're giving me something you made, even if you're thinking about my g
PrussiaxReader: I'm so sorry what did I...."But it's tomorrow~!" You whine.
"So, what's the big deal?! You don't understand the glory of having a birthday on the weekend, do you?" Gilbert argues exasperatedly.
You hmph, just as exasperated as him. "But when it's not on a school day, no one but my family can wish me a happy birthday! All my friends are busy, and I have nothing to do but watch television!"
Gilbert exhales and crosses his arms, looking down at you with his impossibly garnet eyes. "You know, you kinda come off as a little selfish there. Just a bit."
You blush wildly. "What, so I'm a conceited brat if I want to be with friends rather than family on the day of my birth?"
Gilbert's frame collapses as he huffs. "Why're you telling me all of this, anyway? I'm supposed to be there, isn't that good enough?"
You start, but let it go and give him a hug. "Sorry. it's just it's always on a day where no one but my family can celebrate, for some reason. I'm cursed."
He snickers, wrapping his arm over your sh
IcelandxReader: Galaxy DreamsI watch her. She's fascinating...
Like I have a choice to look anywhere else...
Each day I'm trapped in a mirror, but though I have no recollection why, its worth the prison.
There's a girl here I like a lot. She can hum pretty well and is neat and has a pretty face.
The girl stays in her room a lot, and she reads, and doodles, and does her homework. Her radio is always playing music; she's like that. There's always music.
Sometimes, after her showers, she hums to the music as she gets her clothes prepared. I still have the courtesy to close where I think my eyes should be, but once I saw her and it like a dream. It could've been, but I don't think I dream. I don't know, maybe. But, I now that if I did, that would be the best dream I've ever had.
She's slender in a curvy way, not bony, and her hair slides over her shoulders like a solid, silky waterfall. Her eyes darken whenever she looks into the mirror, and I like to imagine that she's trying to find a way to get me out
AmericaxReader: Something Different"Just as I eat something, or sit down, I'm practically gaining calories in the hundreds!" Alfred whines gloomily as you hold up a way-too-small sweater to his masculine frame. "Why does food decide to be so rich just as it enters my mouth?"
You frown deeply and sigh,"Alfred, nothing about you is fat, obese, overweight, pudgy, or chubby! You're always skipping meals or working out! I'm surprised you're not dead of malnutrition!" You carelessly throw the hanger at the rack and continue looking for a more appropriate sweater.
"Yeah, but then I eat, like, a whole pile of the only food that tastes good!" He retorts, hastily huffing.
"You're fine," You say, and press your lips comfortingly on his cheek.
He stares at you, his unbelieving blue-eyed gaze harsh smoldering your eyes.
You can't held but let a pout spread upon your lips. "Well, maybe you should find a better diet. Or maybe just eating right could change your taste buds," You scold in a quiet voice. "Isn't this
These DaysAll the girls aren't worthwhile if not thin
All clothes aren't acceptable if they are not 'in'
No one can get rest after putting their electronic to sleep
No one ever goes to a store without thinking of what to eat
Why do our lives have a due date, why do we think time ends
Why should we follow all the media's latest trends
Everyone has to have a label in order to be noticed
Everyone has to pretend to not be focused
Since when do we have to try to be so different?
Since when did people forget they are made omnipotent?
Some generous being made us, why can't we accept that and be happy
Some, if not all, are wishing this in their minds just like me
Request ArthurxReader"Another one?" You ask, your eyes boggling slightly at your creative friend Arthur.
"Yes! It's brilliant, and theres no way it'l shock anyone again!" He enthused.
You sigh and chuckle, taking a seat at your table. "Well, what does this one do?"
He laughs giddily and reaches into the box he's placed next to his clipboard, pulling out an orange cloth thing...
"A banana shirt!" Arthur announces, and quickly pulls it on over his head. Pointing to the oblong pocket on his left, he explains,"You can put your banana here to hold. For busy mornings when you've got too many things to hold for breakfast! With my Banana Shirt, you'll give yourself an AM relief ASAP!"
Inwardly giggling about his British pronunciation of 'banana', you ask,"Was that your presentation speech?"
"Um...Yes, but a little more...slow..." He scratches his head and turns his forest green eyes to you. "What do you think?"
You speculate as Arthur watches intently, and, impersonating his accent, say,"If you introduced a line o
LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beach
Love is learning to accept and not preach
Love isn't falling asleep in his arms
Love is reassuring all qualms
Love isn't watching the sunset at dusk
Love is knowing she smells of musk
Love isn't buying her flowers each day
Love is saying the things hard to say
Love isn't writing a cheesy love song
Love is accepting that sometimes you're wrong
Love isn't easy and sometimes you're scarred
Love is a battle and it can be hard
Love isn't always the things you'd expect
Love is trying not to be circumspect
Love can be found for all walks of life
Love is not just for husband and wife
Love can be seen between friend and friend
Love is a treasure that lasts to the end
Love is as difficult as you make it be
Love is for you and love is for me
My bestfriendmy best-friend doesn't talk a lot,
Instead she's always drawing,
and if you asked me what she's drawing,
she'd tell me not to move.
In Love AgainI fell in love again today,
The same as I do everyday,
My first thought as I wake is you,
Delights that linger all day through.
Your words inspire me to dream,
That we might one day be a team,
Inspiring me to be my best,
To meet the challenge of every test.
As my day winds to a close,
I am the the only one who knows,
That the good my work portrays,
Results from your guiding ways.
With contentment in my soul,
Feeling satisfied and whole,
I'll close my eyes and sail away,
Because I fell in love again today.
The endOur story,
was meant to be filled,
with love and hate.
But because it never started,
I never heard the end.
TimeAshes fall from autumn leaves
Pain surrounds an empty heart
No mind understands the illusion of these
Time flows, sweet time now growing tart
The clock ticks, another note that the moments gone
Nothing here, there is nothing left anymore
So I take the steps to rid my mind of this dreaded song
My heart shattered, pain dances on the shore
The waves crash, my emotions wipe over me
I can hear a voice somewhere, maybe in my mind
I look out the window to nothing, I'm blind and can't see
My heart beats- there's another stop in time
I pull forward, reaching out in the hopes someone is there
He grabs my hand, and this second we share
I can only hope this second stays
For as it stays, my heart forever strays
A beat in time
Think On ReflectionBethink...
under this moon
and these stars
there's at least
one captain and
sailing on these
like a soldier,
this sailor was
overseas and when
he came back he
"cast off from the
scene of this world
and sail this open
sea until you grow
now many years
later, here we are
walking under one
star at a time, and
I'm waiting for this
ship to pass me, and
then i look at you
and i see water in
your eyes and instead
of asking 'what is
wrong?' i take it as
i have a one way
ticket for two to
board the next ship
in order to sail it
to a remote island.
"would such an honorable deed make you such an honorable person?"
but if we can take
it slow after we get
there as fast as we
can, i can prove my
self to you and you
can prove yourself
to me- on an island.
only think about it,
if our lives can
change and even our
dreams can change,
why wont we?!
I remember the embrace
The touch on my skin
A caress of fingertips
I remember the sin
The whispering words
Of a promising future
What we knew was a lie
We delayed the closure
I remember you on my doorstep
A letter in your hand
Red puffed eyes
You were drafted from our land
I remember that night
It was the best of my life
If only we knew
It was the last time
Days came and went by
I hated my life
I married a girl
I read your letters every night
The war went on
My depression stronger
Why won’t they let you home?
I feared your life would hold no longer
I slept every night
With your face in my mind
Good and bad dreams
I woke up with a sigh
My wife got pregnant
My family was surprised
I put on a mask
My feelings was disguised
Your letters became fewer
My anxiety grew high
I started to drink
My wife went to cry
More days went past
I became more sad
I got the last letter
It wasn’t from your hand
I remember the pain
I remember the misery
It was like I couldn’t
a mothers painI only realized just how much you hate me,
when you cried over a lost gift,
not received by I.
your painful tears,
kept on dripping,
oh my daughter how I wanted to cry.
Bird and FishBird shadows speeding down the tarmac.
You sit upon me, the black soot on your face.
I can hear the sounds of birds nearby.
I'm looking at you.
You have the wings of which you might not know.
Maybe a log of screaming beak and webbed feet.
I am a fish.
Alone on the roof with you.
I laugh, breathe, breath,
you look at me.
You hear a noise in your ears,
sea within a sea-shell.
Your hands caress my hair,
lazily to savor.
My hands caress your face,
splashed with sea water in your cheeks.
I can not drown in the highest
if your words buoyancy
Deliver your laughter wings
you dive deep into my heart
Your nose tickle my neck.
It is as black as sooty cheeks.
A tsundere's love poemDamn, you've really done it this time!
You came all the way to this house of mine.
N-Not like I was pleasantly surprised or anything...
Why are you always so caring and patient?
You really must be incompetent.
But I don't want you to leave me alone.
Please, just stop being so mean!
Why're you so keen
On finding if I really love you or not?
I can't believe you did this to me.
Then again, it's hard to see
A place without me being surrounded with your love.
I just wish I could say this normally.
You wouldn't even care, probably.
B-But anyways...I love you.
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