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EarthClouds pass by,
I wounder at their beauty.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
It's full of beauty and wonder.
Snow lays undisturbed all around,
what a glorios sight.
My heart soars at the breathtaking beauty all around me.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
DreamI close my eyes,
I dream of how things were.
I dream of white Christmas'.
I dream of my childhood.
I dream of life before responsiblity.
Then before I know it,
the alarm brings me back.
Back to how things are.
Back to green christmas'.
Back to adulthood.
Back to responsiblity.
Back to reality.
My WorldMy world is right,
yet so wrong.
My life is complete,
yet it's not.
My happiness fades away.
My depression returns.
My life falls into place.
My life falls apart once more.
My smile fades,
replaced by a blank expression.
I was saved,
yet I am still lost.
WhirlwindMy life is a whirlwind.
Confliting thoughts and emotions swirl around me.
I can't make sense of them.
I try and fail to grasp them.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
There's no way out.
I can't please everyone.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
Someone stop the swirling thoughts.
Stop the whirlwind.
I am an IndividualRandom thoughts flash through my head,
I don't understand the world around me.
Since when did my life fall into a routine?
Why can't I break away?
The world tells me it's wrong to be different.
I don't think so.
I am different.
I broke away from the world.
I am an individual.
I feel trapedI feel traped.
The walls around me feel like a prison.
I feel the weight of invisible chains,
the bind me to a place I don't want to be.
The chains get heavier every time I try to be myself.
Why can't I be free?
Why does my home feel like a prison?
Who will set me free?
I am confusedI look at the world through confused eyes.
Why are people always trying to be better the someone else?
Why are our entire lives a contest?
I am confused.
Why do we only see our faults and not our strengths?
Why can't we just get along?
Why are humans such hipercrits?
Why do I see the world through eyes?
You tell me.
The Spirit of GodThe spirit of God feels so good,
I welcome the feeling of gladness that enters my heart,
as the calmness washes over me, my worries melt away.
I feel invisible arms around me.
I feel his love.
I am a child of God and he loves me.
That knowledge brings me joy.
I enjoy being a daughter of God.
The spirit of God feels so good.
I feelI feel so alone,
where are the loving arms around me?
I feel trapped,
who will let me out of my cage?
I feel confused,
why can't I be who I want to be?
I also feel lucky.
My friends wrap their loving arms around me,
my friends unlock my cage,
my friends let me be who I want to be.
I feel blessed,
to have such amazing friends.
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.
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?
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
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
HimHis hand finds mine.
A smile spreads across my face.
I feel light and happy.
My world feels complete.
He looks at me and smiles.
My heart soars.
We start walking,
and nothing else matters.
We reach our destination,
and my heart drops.
We must part now.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
My heart lifts once more.
As I walk away my heart sinks,
grownded tell I see him once more.
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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