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I do not see the reason...It starts with a general irritation,
then grows to an inexcusable level of pain.
All I know for that time
is squeezing and releasing
each squeeze as excruciating as the release.
Full and round
Wet and bloodied,
the "unclean" time again.
Am I to remember something?
Or is it just senseless suffering?
Others do not have this... monster
inside of them,
who lies dormant twenty one days
like an apopleptic slaveowner
with an insatiable desire
to cause unbearable agony.
Torturing me from the inside,
like a twisted and evil embryo,
bent on the slow torture
and destruction of its creator.
What can be the meaning of this ?
Why the unimaginable, unrelenting pain ?
What can I learn from this,
O' Lord, who is supposed to be merciful,
loving, and kind ?
How can you watch your child suffer so
much for so long ?
Perhaps you are dead.
Because I would rather be.
gahSpit in my face
blood on my hands
pain in my heart
guilt on my soul
But the magic is here!
Inside of you,
as the fluid runs,
I am healed.
Best Dad EverDad:
The "Chick" lady. Hows it going... think we could possibly start some sort of talk ? Throw it if you need to , I can take it, If theres nothing to throw, them Praise GOD, you have no "strongholds" against me. You look pretty in your picture, This has been a great loss for me, but, I must... MUST go on. Love you Dad.
Lexi: I will not have this conversation with you in the public sphere.
Dad: Ahhh.... That answeres my question. And I understand. Thanks for being candid. Love you Dad
Sphere.... Cool word.
O.K. then when ? You think I just somehow went " Forgot all about her" I hope not, I truly by honor of my LORD, think of you and Eli each and every day since I last saw you both. Hello ? Thats, called LOVE. Otherwise, I would not. Right ?
o Hm. Not sure what to say. Are you asking me if I think that you love me? Who knows? i don't. And frankly, I don't care. I did at one point, not anymore. Why should I answer your demands of conversation with me? I have no need of y
A Farewell to FakeIt shouldn't hurt, but it does.
I shoudn't care, but I do.
You shouldn't matter, but you do.
Yep, I'm a human being, with feelings, and all that stuff.
No, I'm not an ice princess.
I'm just a person who tried to be a friend.
But you don't give back, you only take.
I am not useful to you anymore, I get it.
It's my problem now.
You, not YouI am tired of chasing
these petals on the wind
I grow weary of climbing
this jagged, rocky slope.
So what to do?
When one is exhausted
from the push and pull
of the smoky phantoms?
The answer, it seems
is quite simple, yes.
If you want the top
of the mountain,
If you seek the fabric
of the breeze,
You must find it within
Behind the one that sees.
So its been AwhileSo its been quite awhile now,
since we've seen each other last.
Forgive me if I fail to bow,
Respect for you has long passed.
But here you are; just the same!
Once again playing the old game.
I once thought things could change,
You'd show up, and we would play,
Be so happy that we'd seem strange,
And not stop laughing all damn day!
But reality hits like an ice cold shower,
In your presence, I'd rather cower.
No comfort, no courage, no safe place to hide.
Only angels and spirits to be my guides.
No laughter, no smiles, no fun to be had
When I've got someone like you for a Dad.
Just a BrawlGreen, Blue, Black, Red,
I don't really want you dead.
Yellow, Purple, Orange, White,
It's just so much fun to fight!
Hard, Sticky, Soft, Slick,
Power flows with every lick.
Punch, Smash, Hit, Pound,
As we end up on the ground.
Cry, Scream, Laugh, Rage,
A crazed animal behind a cage.
Win, Tie, Forfeit, Lose,
We've forgotten that we can choose.
Let's Make Something BeautifulLet's make something beautiful today, my dear so sweet and smart,
For the sun has risen again, and surely this calls for Art!
Do not let yourself worry about color, form, or line, today,
There are somethings you cannot get wrong.
And if you get discouraged amidst your creative foray,
Just change what you've made into a loud song!
And sing for the world to hear,
Even from the rooftops!
Let the notes touch every ear,
Louder than a rude ol' boombox!
For, surely as the days is long,
Your anthem will lift these hearts.
And at the end of your sweet lively song,
I'm afraid that's when we must part.
So I'll lift my arms up to the sky and say,
What a beautiful thing you've made today!
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
Unseen JoyHow beautiful is life?
More than my skills at prose can convey.
Light dances all around me,
Yet I remain in the darkness,
And I cry out for the divine.
Love flows throughout my being,
Yet my heart stays stubbornly closed,
While I wonder why it hurts so much.
I see you laughing, dancing, singing.
So beautiful, I go into ecstasy.
Then, I laugh.
For, while I had forgotten you were there,
And cried out in despair for your touch,
Behind all of it,
you were right here with me, around me, in me,
Wondering why I was carrying on so much!
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More