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Complexities"Complexities"

What kind of father throws his own son
Out into the unknown to wander alone?
A father who if he didn't think his son could make it
Would not have sent him out there to roam

What kind of daughter hides secrets
From the kindness of her mother's care?
The kind who wants to protect her mother
And instead turns to God for prayer

What kind of son walks around
Concealing drugs in his backpack?
A son who doesn't want to see
His father resorting to that

What kind of annoying brother
Gives his sister's boyfriend a hard time?
One who doesn't want to see her hurt
Because love can sometimes blind

What kind of best friend hurts you
Or

Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.

All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.

"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.

Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm

Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 31

~Chapter 31~

“I promised to tell you a story a long time ago, didn’t I?”

Bemused, you stared into the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames’ eyes.

“How unlike you to bring me up from your past,” you chuckled.

As this wasn’t exactly Tino or Berwald’s journey, the other dragons had offered to stay behind with Mathias. Everyone had decided that you and Lukas should finish looking for Emil together. At long last, the two of you were back to travelling alone. In the time that you had been walking, your travelling companion hadn’t said anything until now.

“You've long asked about my ti

Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 21

~Chapter 21~

“Two times can be considered a coincidence, but three times!” the businessman laughed. “It must be fate!”

Your eyes automatically moved towards Lukas. This guy just happened to be everywhere you didn’t expect. First the Bone Forest, then the town, now here beyond the force field?

“What are you doing here?” Lukas spoke up before you could open your mouth and ask the same question.

“Travelling back home,” the businessman said. “Beyond this place is the mountain pass that leads to the far east. I’ve had my share of travelling through Eliatha. We all could use a go

Painted SkinPainted Skin:

He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.

"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."

His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.

"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"

You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

They say beauty is only skin deep,so hand over that defected scalpel in your bloodless hands
and watch carefully as I peel away this tainted skin
to make way for my blackened and corrupted
insides.
And everyone can finally see
the grotesque monster that lies deep within
this soiled excuse they seem to enjoy calling
a heart.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then why is it that I can't stand
gazing upon my reflection
every time I pass by a mirror?

Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ 17

~Chapter 17~

What had been going through Berwald's head when he had made you go with Lukas all on your own? It was bad enough that the two of you got off on a terrible start when Emil was inside your heart. Now that the dragon had been captured at the cost of a few mistakes—though you couldn’t be entirely sure if it was completely your fault—the line between your relationship was holding together by a micro-sized thin spider web ready to break at the right breath of the wind—or the wrong words.

Still, if Berwald had intended for your trip to only consist of you and Lukas, then it couldn’t hurt to try to patch a

Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write

Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write

You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t

All EndsIf you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie

If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry

If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly

If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.

Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,

[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]

And her Prince Charming has yet to come,

[glass slippers
shattering like stars]

So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,

[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]

Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,

[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]

Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,

OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,
snap
crackle
pop
in my head.
Words go

bang bang bang

and all I think are flashes.

Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
over
and over
and over
and over
and over.......
I edit, even in my head.

One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.

It's a curse and

Light X Reader- Part 3

"Hey, _______, time to wake up" you awoke to the sound of Light's voice. You blinked, adjusting to the light flooding in your eyes "Where am I?" You asked then remembered "You spent the night, remember?" You looked over at Light, who was setting your clothes on the dresser "I hope you don't mind, but my mom washed you clothes last night" You stood up "Yeah, I don't mind. Tell her I said thanks" He nodded "Sure, hurry and get changed so you don't miss breakfast" He left closing the door behind him. You quickly changed into your (Fav Color) blouse and grey pants. You rushed down stairs to find pancakes and orange juice, your favorites. Light ju

Light X Reader- Part 4

He stood slouched over and hands in his pockets. His jet black hair looked as if he rarely brushed it. He was… disgusting… but in a way, beautiful. He looked over at you, and waved you over. Was he waking to you? He made eye contact so, most likely. You walked over and he greeted you "Hello, ______." He said with a plain voice "I'm Hideki Ryuga" You stare at him, "how do you know my name?" Hideki answers with the same blank expression "You're supposed to show me around school" You nodded "Yeah, okay. I'll show you around" You began walk towards the café with him fallowing "This is the cafeteria" You explain "Next door is the Sc

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Rusting Metal Heartby =Shadowsoflosthope

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The awesome cover image was done by ~microbot23. I originally wanted a picture of metal hands to fit with the title but the only good i could find were from full metal alchemist. This poem if you haven't noticed is about a hopeful robot, continually repeating the same process as a robot must, only the process is searching for its own humanity. And every time it fails , it repeats forget past failures in a moment continuing its hope of being human. I was bored so i came up with a complex theme

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~Roy02 Mar 9, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

really beautiful

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~extorSA Mar 1, 2013 New member

That tiny detailes.

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~sherpaforce Feb 28, 2013 New member

That tiny detailes.........I have got only one question:HOW???

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=Shadowsoflosthope Feb 28, 2013

.........? what do mean how? (articulate on what exactly your asking)

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~angrboda555 Feb 22, 2013

I like it! the idea is neat and you wrote it beautifully ^^

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=Shadowsoflosthope Feb 22, 2013

Thank you, i'm glad you liked it

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~angrboda555 Feb 27, 2013

you're welcome

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~Rakeru18 Feb 18, 2013 Writer

Really good. I especially love the iron fingers.

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~Pantstrovich Feb 18, 2013

;_; Poor robot.

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