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WingsWhen I was young, I was kept on a tightly wound leash
Like all the school children
Like all the little ones who needed
We were told
When and what
Where to go
And what to do
It was prison
Without the freedom
All for our sake
And you were trapped in this neat and tidy yard
That they told you was the real world
But it wasn't
When I got to high school
I was kept in a cage
But the tiny cracks allowed me to see freedom
For the first time
Your classmates are the ones that hold your bars
Even though they're caged too
They tell you how you
And not how you
How you should
And not how you
High school is row upon row of
Clean and fresh
Though the birds are getting restless
The birds have freewill
And are not
Content with idle existence
A yard's length away
And yet these birds stay trapped
Trapped by their peers
By who they're supposed to be
Forgetting their dreams
For the sake of
Jeremy and SarahAll the pretty things in the world, and none compare to you.
He saw her and he thought she was beautiful.
She saw him and he struck her like a man strikes gold.
She was the stars, but set on fire.
He was the moon, cold and distant (to her).
He had seen her several times before,
Always the same.
She hated that, the same.
She wanted to be different.
He tried so hard to fit in it hurt.
The polo shirts squeezed his neck and clawed at his breath.
The stilettos slaughtered her feet. All in the name of fashion.
She was pretty.
He was boring.
Yet still intriguing.
He hated that about himself.
He had no intrigue.
She was a time warp, love from five years much in the past.
He was affectionate but love didn't exist.
Somehow, they met.
She was cool, he was ice.
She was picture-perfect, he was tousled to precision.
They fit just right.
Yet nobody was who they were.
Nobody was what they were.
The game of hearts is short a deck.
The love is gone.
It never was.
They never cared.
TrackedThump, thump, thump, the only sound as my feet pound against the hard ground. Quickly, I glance behind me, ensuring I'm not being pursued. I'm safe. For now.
Continuing to run, I attempt to look for shelter, somewhere to hide. Horrified, I realize it's already too late, the sound of following steps more proof than my weakened heart can handle.
I don't need to turn around to know who's behind me. Who's following me. Suddenly, his face fills my mind, leaving a sickly sensation in the pit of my stomach. This is a face that I know far too well, a face I've gotten to know over the past seven years of my life.
That dreadful day is still a vivid memory in my brain, absolutely unforgettable. I was young, carefree, and happy. I had been playing at the park, and then, without warning, he snatched me off the swings. So close to home, and yet I had never felt so far away. Instantly, I knew my old life was lost. He had me now.
For the years that followed, I remained by his
JuxtaposeRainbows of light dance across the sky, tickling my face lighter than a dream. A slow, uneven smile crosses my lips, despite my efforts to maintain an unhappy demure. I let go of my apprehension and allow the grin to regain control over my visage. It feels good, to be smiling again. I take in my surroundings as if I had never seen green grass, and spin in a slow circle, attempting to take it all in. Its beautiful; I had never noticed before. My obliviousness makes me giggle, and before long, I am collapsed on the ground in a fit of laughter. Laughter I mused. Its strange, I hadnt remembered what it was like. It felt rather pleasant, this strange mirth the outdoors had brought upon my frozen heart. I tried to remember what had brought about my catatonic state, but to no avail, until my brain finally hesitated before stating his name. His name brought on a sudden surge of icy coldness which felt as painful as a burning flame. I gasped, collapsing to
Falling For YouShe sat alone in the night as mist and bubbles engulfed her form. She tried to breathe as she mused over yet another boy who had caused her heart harm. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the porch light went out, surrounding her with darkness. She instantly fretted. I cant sit alone in the darkness! I need the light. It has to come back to me. As she lifted herself off the ground, to force the light to stay with her, (at least for a little while longer), she happened to chance a look at the sky. What she saw almost made her gasp out loud. There, covering the night sky, were millions of tiny, twinkling stars. Each one silently winked at her, as if daring her to take another step towards the light switch. She sighed and sat back down, unable to remove her eyes from the glorious sky. Her eyes moved from one side of the earth to another, and suddenly froze. There, closer and brighter than the rest, was the most beautiful star known to man. Instantly, she was in love with that very st
Love StarsLate in the evening, she saw a shooting star fly across the sky. Ever so softly, she closed her eyes and made a wish. She could have wished for anything; to end world hunger, for her little brother to get over his cough, even for the simplicity of happiness. But instead, she wished for him because he was the only thing she could think about. At that moment and time, none of her other problems existed. It was only him.
One morning, the doorbell rang. Briefly, she wondered who on earth it could be. She opened the door to reveal him standing on her doorstep. Instantly, she was self-conscious. She was wearing the same pyjamas she had been for two days, and her hair was frizzed from the humid summer air. She had a pimple on her forehead, and she had not yet brushed her teeth. And yet, his lips opened and they told her she was beautiful.
She blushed bright red, mentally denying every word that came out of his mouth. Little did she know how difficult this was for
MiriamShe stares into space, hoping beyond hope to disappear into the wall. Maybe one day she could actually turn invisible. Maybe one day she would disappear. She watches him pass like she does every other day, and slowly turns red. The one time she wants to be seen - and he breezes past. Theres always tomorrow.
She hugs her books tightly to her chest. Yes, one day hell see me. He will realize I am pretty, even though no one else seems to know. He will come and say hi to me. We will instantly fall in love. She sighs. Every day is a different variation of this impossible fantasy. He will never see her. He will never care.
Another day. She walks into class, narrowly missing tripping over her own clumsy feet. So what if she was staring at him? She can still walk perfectly fine. She sits down, ungracefully, and attempts to concentrate on being sucked into the earth. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, gravity will become my friend. Maybe it will take me somewhere wh
The HopelessOh silly Pandora. You ruin everything.
But dont worry. I forgive you.
Cause for a moment, I felt hope. And it was wonderful.
Maybe for a second I thought that something might happen.
Maybe within a second it didnt.
Yes, they were always right.
Hope is dangerous.
Hope can be deadly if you let it get you.
But how can you not?
When all you want is to believe.
When all anyone wants is to believe.
Some will say the world needs hope.
But does it?
And you know what?
It doesnt always feel that great.
And yet, I could beg to differ.
When you feel hope, you feel air.
Yet you are air.
Everything is light and breezy.
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is wonderful.
Give it back.
I want my hope back.
The Restless ChroniclesI.
Once, I stayed up later than late. No reason of course.
Sigh, procrastination is beautiful.
I just wanted to feel like I accomplished something. Instead, I accomplished absolutely nothing.
This splitting headache, its awful. How the hell do you deal?
Oh honey, hes a natural. He was born a racoon.
Well Mr Racoon, I hate you! I envy your charm!
I want to be a creature of the night.
Just bite me, just do it. I know you want a taste.
Again, my appeals have been vanquished. Again, I must sleep.
No! But, I dont want to! Just leave me in peace! Yes, leave me to rest.
Rest, rest, rest.
Now youve done it! Im falling asleep!
Dont let me go! Im falling! Save me, oh please!
Dot, dot, dot. And then dream.
The dragons are coming, now the mountains, now the lions!
Im rowing a boat down a stream.
I swear Ive been here before.
Now Im stopping, now Im freezing.
Colour on colour on colour once more.
I feel it, commotio
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
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
BottleYou took your first swig when you were too young.
Not young enough to be a considered a child,
But not old enough to vote.
You didn't really want to, but God gave you a mouth for a reason,
And He gave you that insufferable need to fit in.
You sipped and it burned.
The taste burned at your throat and you wanted to gasp out in pain,
But you didn't, and you took another drink.
After the second bottle, it didn't hurt so much and you started to enjoy yourself.
People were smiling at you;
People never smile.
You felt accepted and wanted so you took one more.
You felt pleasantly dizzy now before falling to the floor in a fit of giggles.
No one helped you up, but you didn't care and that was all you needed,
To not care.
They grew out of it as the years passed but you didn't.
They could move on from the youthful reckless lifestyle, but you were stuck in a rut.
You chased your dreams away with a bottle of whiskey,
Kissed your ambition goodbye with a puff of s
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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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