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((And now-))For an accurate representation of England's relationship with his brothers.
((...I've had enough.))I am so sick and fucking TIRED of seeing assholes calling Americans out. I assume some of you have seen today's Daily Deviation including the anthro dog with a gun and an American flag in the background. I quote these comments from some Finnish person who obviously despises America. It seems they feel Finland is superior over the rest of the world.
"it sums pretty well all that can be said from yanks, they are dirty dogs, their patriotism is overwhelming while quite stupid when considering how deep in shit their country is and how much bad they have done and they are war crazy. so called "stereotypes" that are only pure facts."
"I do not enjoy from idiocy, which american patriotism is. designed by genius, now run by idiots. and they are in so deep shit that no one can't help them anymore. yet they find time to mock our small problems here in europe. our problems are nothing side of what they have. well, its useless to ask help from us. world will go on with out them.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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