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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

So wrong it feels right. Male!Belarus x Reader

You were just a toy. Something to tamper with until Anya realized how she felt about Nikolai. So why did he feel so much more about you? Why was it that when you two were finished 'tampering' he'd stay and spend the night with you? Why was your smile the most rewarding thing to him? Nikolai thought of all this as he watched you sleep in his arms.

He could never see you again. That was the only solution, other than killing you of course. When you two met it was so much easier to just have you as a toy because he hadn't seen how amazingly beautiful you were on the inside, just on the outside. It was a world meeting,you went with your brothers

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

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!
..

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

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

In the Dark.Now what moves beyond.
I get lost in the wave of a wind.
Never knowing what I want.
Always confused,
In the dark.

I sense a new wall
Keeping me from myself.
Destroying what I mean.
Always hidden
In the dark.

You wake me from my heart.
Making me see a light.
A flame blazing.
Your sky blue eyes illuminating
In the Dark.

I move through it all.
You in my heart.
I will protect you.
Always believe that.
In the Dark

It is gone.
I know how I feel.
You feel me up.
I know where I'm going.
Through the Dark
Into the light of your eyes.

. 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

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

I've Got A SecretShh, come here, let me tell you something.
I've got a secret
But it's so hard to contain myself.
So come here and let me share this.

There is this boy, handsome and smart,
Like no other, so unique.
With eyes of the sky and strands of sun in his hair,
He is a perfect day, personified.
His voice is the breeze,
calming and chilling me with ease.
His touch is all around me,
the very air I breathe.
His song is a siren's call,
Lilting and hypnotizing, shivering and mesmerizing.
But alas, he is so far, far away.
And yet. . .
He is a beautiful dream that I never want to be waken from.

So there, there's my secret.
This wonderful boy
Who makes my h

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by ~biLateRaLCIpheR, Jun 17, 2004, 8:07:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

I want to

put this moment in my pocket and make a plaster cast to hang above my bed leaving the actual moment to languish on a shelf so I can dust it every day and behold its radiance

spin this moment into fine gold thread and weave it into sailcloth and use it to catch the wind and set my raft into motion
- -and use the remainder to sew together quilt pieces and wrap it around me when the wind gets harsh

sublimate this moment and keep the vapour in an ornamental carafe to spray on my pulse points in formal situations

shape this moment with soft laser light and form the moment into rose-colored lenses to permanently obscure and define my vision

hide this moment under my mattress and read it in times of desperation as a reminder of sweet guilty reality

crystallize this moment and stir it into bitter black coffee with a liberal dose of irish cream

paint a mirror to reflect this moment forever

wrap this moment around a globe so I might turn the moment this way and that, look at it from all angles, and still see the moment as a beautiful thing.
- -and use the fully inflated moment as a flotation device in case of emergency

or put the moment behind glass with labels that warn to release the moment only when lives are at stake

rub the moment over my face like a beam of sunlight filtered through a translucent shower curtain and enrich my pores with jojoba, camomile, and this moment

plant this moment in the ground below my window and climb down the beanstalk to some hidden place of salvation.

momentby ~biLateRaLCIpheR

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

want to think someone's beautiful,
That they're so beautiful it's a thrill to be near them.
Fill my stomach with butterflies,
have me floating on air,
Bring something out of me I didn't know was there.
But it's such a torturous thing
That I am not excited by anyone.

I know there aren't too many people
Who allow themselves to say what they feel,
So I was watching your eyes,
In case they just might say something.

-"I was watching your eyes", Of Montreal

~nostalgicstar Jul 31, 2004

sublimate this moment and keep the vapour in an ornamental carafe to spray on my pulse points in formal situations

wow.. real good

~sesquipedalian Jul 4, 2004

: It's just so amazingly beautiful...I am going to hire you to ghost-write all my love letters.

~pieforpyros Jun 18, 2004

J'adore. Still.

~InchySquinchy Jun 18, 2004

wow...

I really like it....

~litlcheckeddie Jun 17, 2004

ah i love this part:

"shape this moment with soft laser light and form the moment into rose-colored lenses to permanently obscure and define my vision"

this is awesome

!brown-eyed-girl Jun 17, 2004

this is really amazing.

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