Poem: England's Isolation by NekoAmerica, literature
Literature
Poem: England's Isolation
I used to be great
I used to rule them
Trying to hide the tears
But they just keep spilling over
I say i really don't mind
Standing on the world alone
But I am being torn apart inside
Mirrors Don't Lie by British-Prophetess, literature
Literature
Mirrors Don't Lie
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I command you to tell me all.
Show me most of my good looks
And spare me of the blemishes.
Mirror, mirror on the ceiling,
I'm currently busy right now.
See, my lover's so eager to please;
At the moment he is very randy.
So many antique, sparkling mirrors I
Have collected throughout the ages.
I rather take pride in my appearance,
Not wanting to show signs of weaknesses.
Investments in make up and hair designs,
Gucci bags is my biggest adoration.
Amazing how nobody knows of the girl who was
Made fun out of the way that she looked.
I am now a very beautiful swan indeed.
Questions.
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know th
England was initially startled by America when the boy had grabbed Canada's bear, jumped in front of him, and shoved the animal in his own face. But the nation was still for only a half a second before he quickly recovered; realizing that this was probably the best chance he would get to take the bear. He was a little disappointed all the same because he had been honestly hoping that Canada would give up the bear on his own accord. And Canada just might have, if America hadn't butted in, but it would do no good for England to worry about what might have happened by now. The facts were that the objec
When the bear had ripped, England had frozen with initial shock right along with the boys. The first thing he had felt, looking down at the damage, was a slight prick of guilt. The man had known that it was partly his fault that the bear had been ripped. Immediately following this feeling, it had occurred to England that Canada would most likely be extremely upset when he noticed what had happened to the thing that he so obviously treasured. Canada was so attached to his bear, that England had even taken to using the bear as an identifier for Canada when he was not sure which twin was which.
"Arthur?"
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He