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Untitled Love Poem 7Someone of no importance died todayUntitled Love Poem 7 by InLoveAndSqualor
You didn't know them, you wouldn't care
But that person of little note, of little regard
They were everything to me
My everything died today and you
Just sat and watched and drowned in daytime TV.
Noms De GuerreNoms De Guerre - A MCR FanfictionNoms De Guerre by kimbk
War is hell. I never was a leader of anything.
Warnings: Liberal use of Italian, German, French etc, probably incorrect. Slash, angst, spoilers, coarse language, trigger warning, metafiction, major character deaths, depressing content, absurdism, and Frederick Nietzsche with Catch-22 references. Anti-war. First MCR-only fic so will probably suck. Party Poison POV. Set within the Dangerverse, 'Na Na Na' and 'SING' video inspired. Frerard-ish. Frikey-ish. Not strong enough hints though.
The unspoken Killjoy code of honor dictates that we never refer to ourselves as an army.
We're anti-BL/ind, a resistance, a collective group of freedom fighters. Calling ourselves soldiers of the revolution - every part of that phrase is wrong. We aren't soldiers, and it's too early to call this a revolution. I don't like thinking of ourselves as an army.
But sometimes I do - when I think of everything we do and everything we
Mama CannotHush my sweetheart,Mama Cannot by withinmeloveresides1
Please stop crying
I can't stand the sound.
My skin crawls at your painful noises
As I see your face
Red from your screams
If only you will be quiet,
If only you will be a good baby,
I can't seem to quiet you
No pacifier will pacify your cries
And gentle bouncing only brings shrieks,
I lay you down in your crib
To let my weary arms be rid
Of your heavy squirming weight
And retreat to the hallway to pace.
Surely you'll stop if left alone,
But as soon as I am free from you
And your ear bursting shrieks
I long to hold you
To try and soothe your crying
But you don't want me,
Your scrunched up face
And fierce wriggling
Tell me as much,
As you squall
In terror or hate I do not know,
As you fight against me.
I cannot handle this,
The one who I nurtured within me
My precious baby that made it out alive,
Is rejecting me
I should have never become a mother,
I thought I could handle it all
But my nerves
Under the weight of your unyielding wails
And you proved to be al
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