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CinemaMy memories play to the soundtrack of my soft breathing,
Fading in to only pivotal moments;
I hold the air in my lungs so they last longer.
You never had a problem falling asleep,
But it never stopped me from
Lulling you into the deep subconscious.
I would protect your dreams
Feel your chest expand and collapse against my own,
Play with your hair and press my lips against your skull.
The nights too long, but our time too short.
I hummed my soul to you.
I won't cloud the memories with smoke.
I won't drown myself to the deep subconscious.
And right here,
In my head,
We still sit on opposite sides of a couch,
Hesitating to express our strategies and desires to lean a little closer.
Pause, hold, cease;
I can see your pretty eyes and
We don't have to replay a drawn out tragic love affair.
We stay right where we already are now.
Just friends, but with less wear and tear.
Keep It TogetherShe had a breakdown in the bathroom again.
Her hands clenched the sides of the sink, knees trembling as her body slid down slowly. Her chest heaved with exhaustion, mouth gasping for more air; eyes glimmering with fresh tears.
There is no explanation.
Her husband sat in their children's bedroom, reading the same short story for the fifth time that night. Their daughter already fell asleep on the other side of the room. She knew her son kept looking at the sticker stars she put on the walls. The nightlight spun tiny circles like planets orbiting the room. He loved everything about outer space.
Yes, think about him. Think about your children. Think about the man you love who is caring for them right now.
The fear of facing him after the mental meltdown stopped any breathing she gained control of earlier. The best she could do was to breathe as normally as her lungs would let her. Ah, but the part which hindered this involuntary action was her throat. The choking, tensing, squeezin
Death's BrideMother Mercy
Have pity on me
Her bones are charred
Teeth still shining
Eyes glimmer with
The hint of shadows
Playing hide and seek.
The ballad of
And its lover
He hair is ink
Sticking to skin
Buring like acid
Dirt caked beneathe
Clawing at the sides
Of empty space.
She casts stones
Lunch and supper.
Her arms thrash
Precise a decision.
It boils down
Into a fog of
And instant lust.
Charcoal embeds itself in
His fingerprints as
Her face to
Rain provides water
For clean brushes
She twirls the future
Inking the world a
New window into a
He draws her eyes
Dark and wise
Face covered, but
No emotions are hidden.
You know nothing,
but we wish you did.
Love and hate:
Inspirators and benefactors
Are you throwing
To pull in answers?
Dance to the MusicSyncopation :
Find the rhythm, find the beat; find the complacency of notes, grouping together for a dance party: jumping up and down-between the lines and going right through those bars-sliding and tap dancing slowing yet quickly.
Give me tempo, give me time; give me how many beats you want in a measure or would you like me to play at my own leisure and serenade your soul?
Waltz, waltz, waltz...now cha cha. Bust a move or stand completely still, merely letting only the tip of your right shoe tap. Contort your body in jagged moves or let it sway and spin. Flail and wobble as the groove floats you away from all else.
The CheaterSink into your shadows, sinner
Breaking the vows you lied to keep
Spit at the face you kissed
With your venomous lips
Roll in the dirt you can call a home
And contort your limbs to a dance
In tempo to Death's march
You conniving fool.
I wish to burn you from every memory
To retain my happiness longer
Yet if not for your entrance
I would not know pain
From what I should avoid
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.
Evil or kind?Negativity makes me smile
My poses and laughter
Suit the best villains
But I care so much about my friends
About their emotions and well being
And I always cheer them up
Am I evil?
Am I kind?
Maybe a little bit of both...
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?
death of a sweet sixteeni found my house on
the market the
other day -
- it was 2011 again,
but the sun had set
on my nights of terror
nose to the barstool and
two black eyes, a dish
towel caught in my throat.
i keep trying to find
pieces of myself that
no longer exist - a dead dog,
baby blue walls, whispered
it sold for six figures,
and i can only wish
that i could sell my pain
for that much, but no
one would be willing to buy
it, as i am it's sole host,
the only one who
one of these days i will
drive by that sad eyed
grey house before we are
gone for good, and i will set
up with my camera, snapping
photos of my whitewashed hurt.
and if i linger too long,
so be it, as i've spent so
many nights ruined,
scraped away like the stars
once stuck on my
the bank may own my house,
but it will never own my heart.
A Cup of TeaCome on in and
Take a seat,
Sit with me a while
What you are and
Where you're from
Have a cup of tea,
Stay a while
To learn about you,
To know you
Your pain and
I will listen
Reveal to me
Your origin and
I will accept you
For you are me
You are my demon,
A part of myself,
I will never reject you
Care for a second cup?
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
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
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
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
Is used not only
But also to destroy.
Your skyscrapers can
Fall into a pile of
Bombs and Bullets.
Are you holding the
Gun to my head
To protect others
Or only yourself?
Are painful opinions
Of people deciding justice
On those claiming innocence
Or those tainted by
Having no right
To their own thoughts.
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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