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MemoryI don't know anymore.
Am I dreaming? I'm not sure...
All my friends, family, guardians are...
I only remember them now
Their friendly smiles, how they cared for me
But they are gone now.
Because I neglected them, pushed them away
Lighting struck my heart
I can't forgive myself no longer
Life comes and goes
You cannot cherish anything but...
EmotionlessI'm fine with it
Fine with many things
even my inevitable death, to be damned into hell
But there's not much I can do, I envy your fate
How does sadness feel?
I forgot emotions
Should I feel despaired
Or frustrated or scared?
I don't know
I guess I'm okay with it
I'm okay with many things
Even my own flaws and failures
NightmareThe glass shatters and the animals chatter.
Should I wait for the latter?
Oh no no no
I won't, I won't obey
I shall not listen, my ears are sealed
I'm trapped, trapped in a field
Darkness is plentiful, the staircase is endless
Nothing can be seen, except the white hands of death
I'm trapped, trapped in this field.
It all changes suddenly
Darkness to light. Death to life.
What have I become?
SilentWhen the gunshot fires
And the songbirds tire
Sudden death takes turn
the local vicinity's rage burns
A still silence takes the crowd
Nothing was heard, no sound
We lost our cherished guest
Perhaps this was for our best?
DecemberJoyous time of the year
With cookies, elves and reindeer!
Presents, carols, and love to all
Winter is a much better season than fall
Hatred diminished and kindness spreads
White snow covers so get your sled
Towering hills become elegant white
Daytime it shines as bright
Presents, presents the funnest time of all
After Christmas, come to our New Year ball!
Autumn MadnessFalling leaves of red madness
Many say you represent deep sadness
But it is the time for preparation
The beauty of marvelous autumn harvest creation
Some of the wilderness animal began the long slumber
Tirelessly eating, scavenging for food lumbered
What is this autumn joy?
Stop acting like you enjoy!
The red leaves fall to the ground
Vividly dancing all around
The wind howling startling sounds
How would anyone favor fall?
Is there some I cannot understand?
Some please tell me why
I just don't comprehend your lies
Do you believe you can fly?
You're so riduculous
NightBlueish sky that covers
A romantic time for lovers
Twinkling stars sparkling till day
A lot of time to have a gourmet
Peaceful air all around
With creepy, yet exquiste sounds
The gleaming, white moon shines brightly
Like a celestial being so heavenly
The forest darken and fireflies occur
Twas so enchanting to little her
EnviousYou really like to brag, don't you?
Is that something you love to do?
My heart feels ache from your words
Honestly I don't think you care about others
You just desire the attention and jealous treatment
Is this your life now?
Why do I care? Why do we all care?
I just don't understand
Why you brag about
Your silky dress and wealth
You're like, a perfect soul
You have no flaws which ticks me
Be damned with you
Never return to me
Just leave the town in agony
Esoteric"Ladies and gentlemen, one lucky denizen will be chosen
to receive a very, special gift! So be sure to check your Christmas tree tomorrow morning!"
It was a gloomy, dark Christmas Eve. My dearest family was enjoying themselves, chatting, playing, and having a nice enjoyable time. Everyone was enjoying themselves except for me.
My name is Avarice Greenwich and we're spending our damned Christmas at Grandma Avidity's house. I don't understand why we cannot stay at home and relax there. But my father insisted a bunch of times.
Why do I hate Christmas? Well, for once Santa doesn't even exist in this world. He is nothing more than a mere child's demented imagination. Second, its all these jolly decorations around. Rainbow lights, candy canes, elves, what will happen next? Decorations of a Brobdingnagian Frosty? All of these jolly decorations makes me incredibly sick inside! Bluh!
As I exclaimed before, my family was chatting and having "the time of their lives" at the living room. I
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
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
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
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
Mirrored RomanceDo you love me?
You would stand by me
Do you love me not?
You would hurt me
Are your feelings true?
You would care for me
Are your feelings false?
You would lie to me
Do you need me?
You would say yes
Do you need me?
You would betray me
Will you send me presents?
You would smile
Will you care for me?
You would lie, then let me perish
Would you cherish me?
You would say yes
Would you cherish me?
You would say you hate me
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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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