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DreamscapeWe met again along the highway, that dreamscape among the trees
An empty little diner where we often shoot the breeze
I speak easy in your presence
Of everything, we talk
Truthful words forming each sentence
As the sun sets after dusk
We wander to the forest
Silent as the standing rust
The age felt in this place
We drift hand in hand
Neither leading or astray
Our minds play tricks and tell us that we've visited before
Deep into the trees we find some open forest floor
We come into the clearing
We settle down in day's last light
Prepare to dream within my dreaming
Eyes gleaming, growing distant
At last you speak again
Whispers of true love pass between your lips like sand
Slipping through my fingers
Everything fades away, I wake
I feel the cold and shiver
I wither in the dark
Reality has you and me so very far apart
CharmerSuffering used to follow me
Inflicted from excess
Overflowing from inside
Carried on my breath
My words used to infect
Seed despair and vast, dark misery
A literary viper, from that pit she bravely lifted me
Brought me back into the light
Extracted all my venom
Returned a kiss for every bite
I might have never known her warmth with my cold blood
She lit a fire in my heart
My veins coursing with new love
Enough time passed between us for my heart to be tamed
She calmed my inner demons and bled out all my shame
If I could speak her name
Confess my feelings to the world
I'd whisper, scream and speak it like a secret to be told
RealPoetry seems to have died
A world so full of restless eyes
No time for flowered words or fancy
Once respected, now called nancies
Glancing at my bitter words
You'll likely leave them all affirmed
I have learned over the years
I have no need for praise from peers
I hold dear what my verse earned
The affection of a dreamlike girl
A flower furled that I watched bloom
She's now come into womanhood
If I could begin again
I wouldn't change
I'd grip my pen
And in the end I'd find this joy
Without her, I'd be so void
A Light in the StormYou found me here, in a sea of letters
So many better and much more worthy
They'd curse me, but only if they knew
They know nothing of the love that I share with you
My distant muse
Infusing me with beauty
Nothing you could do would ever have you lose me
Choose me and I'll do anything I can
Stop bullets with my flesh
Lend an ever helping hand
I'll stand by you unsevered and even ever after
Lovers or dear friends, in the end it doesn't matter
I've been captured by your fire
You've become my driving force
You've become my great desire
Wants and NeedsI'm dying just to hold you
This poem has no veiled meanings
It's just a few honest words
You're the reason for my being
In seeing this, I hope you find some feeling of affection
If this is the case, I hope I can detect it
I've rejected every other chance
Until the day I can have you
"Sorry, I don't dance"
No second glance and in most cases, rarely even firsts
They sometimes ask me why, I say
"You'll never be like her"
Certain of my feelings, I'll wait til my last day
If I cannot have you, living was a waste
Distance and SensationI've done my best at saving face, but I'd lose it just for you
I feel it makes perfect sense
I'm expressionless in truth
Hid from view, my distant love
It makes me feel as if I'm masked
You're my first thought in the morning
At night, always my last
I pass off my solitude as a choice made by some others
Though it's really mine
I signed my heart off to another
Smothered by kilometers that lead into great miles
I'm fighting separation
Crushing urges all the while
Time will tell if I well spent my words and my affection
Lost in love and what will come
I'm content with this sensation
The Beautiful GhostI fell hopelessly in love with the most beautiful of ghosts
She's haunted all my dreams for longer than I know
Now she's gone away
Crossed over with my heart
I'll never numb the pain, fill the hole with a fresh start
I fell apart, I shattered
I traced her violet name
Forever in my flesh
An ever hurtful stain
She's part of my vast shame
The source of my rare smile
I tell myself she hasn't gone
I slip into denial
I hope it's just a trial
A test of my thin faith
Without her in my life, I know I'll fade away
ConsequencesAs I read, my heart began to race. My hands began to tremble. My mind climbed into my pocket and occupied the same space as my knife.
Time to end a life.
I laughed all to myself.
A sick sort of excitement.
The incitement he did spell.
Such poorly chosen letters.
Insults to my honor, family. I thought that he'd know better.
Whether tomorrow or ten years.
He will taste sweet consequence.
I'll make him know true fear.
He'll hear all his blood rushing. Slipping through the breach.
I'll make a new incision for every ill word he did speak.
Three Hundred FathomsThis black ocean inside me, churning endlessly like the sea of some dark fantasy world. Hurling, throwing me against the rocks. I break and scatter upon the shore. The waves come to reclaim me... I'm taken back and lost in waves. I accumulate, only to be as badly broken. This black ocean. The space inside my head. Eternal deadly storms and no guiding light ahead. I no longer dread treading this water... I've been broken too many times against the rocks.
I've become abysmal.
I reside threehundred fathoms below in thoughts.
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
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
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
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Breath for BreathSolid oaks, standing silent sentry
Even once they're dead, they guard on through the centuries
Gentle breeze, or gale force winds
Silent they remain, save for howling with their limbs
Trimmed, broken and cut down
They do not resist, they fall without a sound
Ground down, turned into sheets of paper
Now they have a voice, though words aren't in their nature
I make sure to show some due respect
Marking bitter ulogies on recycled sheets of flesh
But best intentions are empty after death
Long past are the days of trading breath for breath
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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