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Portugal (( O.C. )) x Germany .:Point Commish:.
Portugal (Victoria) x Germany (Ludwig) ~Frozen love~
One sunny morning:
"......GAH! Uggh, The sun rays.. It burns!" Victoria moaned as she lied down lazily on her bed.
"Huh? Hhhmn. The doorbell rang.. It seems somebody is outside my house, Better go check it out~" Victoria happily said as she went downstairs, walked to her door and peeped at the small hole on the door.
"E-Ehh? It's Ludwig.." Victoria blushed as she looked away for awhile.
Ludwig rang the doorbell again, That moment, Victoria finally opened the door, "Oh, Hi Ludwig! Isn't it a nice day today?" Victoria exclaimed as she smiled and applied a blush. "Well, Gutentagen Victoria, The weather is good, It resembles your beautiful face" Ludwig replied and smiled sweetly.
"O-Ohh. YOU! Mmmhn.. Anyways, Why are you here?" Victoria responded with a curious voice.
"Your brother, Antonio, asked me to be here for awhile since he is going out for a trip with Lovino. He told me to stay with you until he comes back
.:Point Commish:. ~Lithuania x Reader~.:Lithuania x Reader:.
~Gazing at the stars~
"Mmmmn~ I am now fully refreshed!~ I am now ready for a dat-! I mean for a hangout!"
You exclaimed as you walk down the stairs, Your Blue ruffled blouse, and White Puffy skirt swayed with the wind. "Ahh~ I feel so free~" You said while you are wearing your black doll shoes and Blue buttoned headband.
"Ahh! ________ Your here!" Toris exclaimed as he saw you walk towards him.
"You look d-dashing Toris.." You replied as you see him wearing a casual clothing that is bright for your eyes while blushing. "I can say the same for
you ________~" Toris Responded with delight. "Why don't we go sit down on the bench for awhile as the afternoon sky darkens?" He offered to escort you as he said this,
"Y-Yes, That would be better!." You responded shyly.
As both of you see the nightsky and stars.
"Hey! Since the stars are coming out, Why don't we pick the best that we can see!" Toris
said as he is pointing one. "Yes! Your right! Mhhhhn. I pick that one!" Yo
Lithuania x Reader. :Gazing at the stars: PT. 1Lithuania x Reader: Gazing at the stars~
"UUhmmn. Y-Yes. I'm coming Mr. Ivan.." -Sigh- When will I able to have freedom? Toris grumbled
-Toris grumbled as he jumped down off his bed and went to the bathroom to refreshen- "Hmmn, I must hurry Mr. Ivan will be upset if I'm late!" -Toris fixed himself fast and went downstairs to eat little breakfast- - Until suddenly the phone rang- "Hello, This is Lithua-.. Toris, Who is this?" Toris answered the phone. "Oh, Hi! Lithy! How are yah? Did I wake yah up like totally?" A voice from the other side answered. "I-Is, That you Feliks? Toris asked questionally. "Oh, It is you, but why did you call me this early in the morning?" Toris asked, "Well, Duh It's pretty like obvious~ I just asked you if your totally good!" Feliks exclamed. "O-Oh.. Thanks. But I have to go now, Mr. Ivan will be furious if I'm late" Toris Answered. "Oh, Well see yah! But I've neer seen Ivan furious before~" Feliks replied. "You haven't seen him like that, He just k-kills.. t
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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