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The Mysterious Feeling Of LoveLove,
Quite a mystery,
It holds on tight to our chest,
Clenches on to never let go,
We don't choose who we love,
It chooses its own targets,
That's not always a good thing,
Some people you love feel not the same for you,
They're not bad people,
Their love is simply not targeting you,
It's quite tragic, yes,
But it's not for us to decide,
No matter how much you love them,
It won't change this fact,
It will never happen in its current state,
All you can do,
Be the friend you should be,
Show them you care,
You cannot force love on to another,
It may never happen,
But there is always someone else,
Someone more likely to share your feelings,
Don't lose sight of what is important,
Do you know?Do you know?
Do you know how I feel?
No one understands,
Even I cannot comprehend it,
I am complex,
Did you know?
You only see one side of me,
The side I hide is for good reason,
I put on a smile,
I pretend to laugh,
I pretend I'm happy,
I'm tired of pretending,
It weighs on me,
A burden longing to be cast aside,
You didn't know?
I hid it well,
Don't blame yourself,
There was nothing you could have done,
The burden was mine,
Your burdens are heavy as well?
I didn't know.
Split (The Battle For Optimism)I am but as a child,
Innocent, happy, and free,
I love the life I live,
Nothing can bring me down,
Except for my other half,
The half I fight with daily,
The half of me that I locked away,
It's inside a box, but it wants to break out,
It's all of my pain, my sorrow, and my fears,
It's all of my anxieties, my flaws, and my negative thoughts,
When I sealed them, I felt much better,
But I fear now that I've only suppressed them,
They're breaking free of their prison,
They're trying to return, more prominent than ever, I fear,
Whatever becomes of me after my darker half is free, it's not who I want to be,
I will go back to the way I was,
I will be my old, self loathing, depressed self,
Will I be able to reseal these feelings in time?
In time to stop myself from turning,
I expect the worst,
Maybe that's just a side-effect of their hold on me,
All the negativity is flowing through me,
Is it too late to stop the process?
Am I too far gone?
I'll fight it for as long as I can,
But what will bec
An emotion we all strive for,
But what is happiness?
How do we attain true happiness?
Happiness is only as far away as you let it be,
It's only as attainable as you make it,
There's no need to live your life being sad,
Happiness can be just around the corner,
You just have to let it be so,
And once you do,
You just might find,
You're much better off without those negative emotions.
Thank You For Opening My EyesDoes it make you feel better when you treat me this way?
Do you get enjoyment out of my everlasting pain?
What have I ever done to you?
You tell me I'm a waste of space,
That I have no business breathing the same air you breathe,
Is it fun for you when I start to cry?
Is it fun knowing that these scars on my arm will always be here,
Reminding me that I'm nothing but a waste of your precious space,
Reminding me that the oxygen I breathe is yours,
I see you laughing with your friends,
Are you talking to them about me?
How you told me I was worthless,
How you told me that my parents split up because of me,
I'd like to say that I don't believe a word you say,
But to be honest,
After hearing it so much,
I have begun to believe it,
That's why my knife sits, bloody, on my desk beside my bed,
That's why my mom won't look at me in the eyes anymore,
You've made me lose respect for myself,
And as a result, everyone else has lost respect for me,
They don't know that you did this to me,
They seem t
Humans We All AreHumans we all are,
Humans we shall always be,
We are not all the same,
We are different in our own ways,
Some are good at sports,
Some are good at drawing,
Some can play an instrument,
And some can even sing,
Some enjoy video games,
Some enjoy board games,
Some enjoy card games,
And some would rather not partake,
Some are gay,
Some are straight,
Some are bi,
And some don't care,
Some are Christian,
Some are Pagan,
Some are Jewish,
And some choose not to have religion,
Some do this,
Some do that,
Some do everything,
And some do nothing,
Humans we all are,
Humans we shall always be,
Just because we're different,
Doesn't make us strange,
It doesn't make us stupid,
Most of all, it doesn't make us any less human,
We're all alike at the core of it all,
Humans we all are,
And humans we shall remain.
Shell Of What It WasMy soul aches for an end to this torture,
My heart aches for it lays, in pieces, on the ground,
My body aches because my brain no longer cares what happens,
My feet have decided that it's no longer worth the trip to get to you,
My chest is nothing but an empty cave, waiting for my heart to be repaired,
My life is a shell of what it was,
I walk aimlessly, neither living nor dead,
Simply existing in this world,
I've been broken,
I need repairs,
Otherwise, I'll never be happy again,
This pain only ceases for moments at a time,
Then it comes back so much worse than before,
I've never been completely broken before,
This is what it feels like,
I could get used to this, I suppose...
Who Am I?Who am I?
Part of me wants to feel alive, while another wants to end it all,
Part of me wants to love you all, but another would have me hate you,
Part of me wants to feel loved, while the other is glad I don't,
Part of me wants to sing a song, but another wants to shut up,
Part of me wants to be happy, while another is embracing this sadness,
Part of me wants to be safe, but another would put me in danger,
Part of me wants to talk to you, while another is keeping me from doing it,
Part of me wants to not get hurt, but another says I need to hurt myself,
Part of me wants to fall in love, while another says I should never do it,
Part of me wants to have you back, but another says that it's probably a bad idea,
WHO AM I?!
I may never know,
But I will keep searching,
I hope I find out,
Before it's too late...
To Love AnotherTo love another,
I wouldn't dream of it,
You are the one for me,
You are the one that makes me happy,
You are the one I long to spend my life with,
I'm dedicated to this cause,
I'm dedicated to you,
Don't ask me why I am so loyal,
I couldn't answer that question if I wanted to,
There's just something about you,
Something that forces me to have this eternal love for you,
To love another,
I could never,
You are the one I want,
Stay here with me,
It's my life's biggest desire.
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!
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
How To Not Break Your HeartHow to
not break your heart
Make sure to quickly
let go of hands
that refuse to hold you
and pretend it was
just a simple accident
(And, oh god, please,
please don't open
Admit that things
can't be perfect
when you can't convince
yourself to believe
that it was worth
the days you stayed
up until 5 AM
play your cards right and
don't love anything with a pulse-
They'll make you crumble
like a house of cards
Fall for the ones who fell
like shooting stars and
left imprints in the concrete
when their times were up
Fall for the ones you
can never touch whether
they are black-and-white,
colored, or just in another
Sculpt them to suit your needs
Fall for figments of your imagination, too
because they'll move their pieces
according to you and only you
and always you
always make sure to
love things that aren't alive
They'll never betray you
A Friend Is...Friends,
They're there when you need them,
They're there when you don't,
They've always got your back,
Through thick and thin,
Through good and bad,
They try to understand you,
They try to put themselves in your shoes,
They help you through the hard times,
Through thick and thin,
Through good and bad,
A friend is a friend forever.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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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