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For Christmas EveThree years have passed
And memories starts to fade
But one memory is still strapped to my mind
The one night of Christmas Eve
I remembered you holding my hand
Squeezing and bouncing around the room
You made me warm and smile
Laugh and cheer
We were standing in front of the tree
Your hand locked with mine
You were shaking with delight
Santa is coming
You whispered to me
A smile crept across my face
A door was opened
The sound of feet approaching
You squeezed my hand tighter and tighter
As a shadow formed by the door
And the form were dressed in red and white
With a long and white beard
And glasses on
You cried out
And leaped toward him casting your arms around him
In a big and tight embrace
Just as tight as that squeeze you gave my hand
Santa was laughing
And you were smiling
I could only smile from were I stood
Because I knew who was under the "hood"
Our smiling father who had raised us
And praised us
Santa gave you presents and presents
My guardian angelAs you lock the door and cast away the key
I had found my corner of darkness
All the times I have been locked up inside a cage
I already know how it feels to be traped like a bird
The feeling of being something that doesnt deserve to live
But I do know why I am locked up in the first place
The very reason that keeps me here
The darkness inside me
The very reason that holds me back
When you are looking at me I understand what you think
You are disgusted
You hate the thought of me being alive
Thats why you keep me here
So that I wont hurt anyone
But you cant hold me here forever
One day I will get out of here
But not because of my dark power
No, it will be another power
Someone much powerful than me
Someone who wont look at me with disgust
Someone who wont run away
No, A guardian angel will save me
My Guardian Angel
The only one who can show me the true reason of my powers
The only one who can control my anger
The light in my darknessIn me there is only darkness
In every corner of my body lies darkness
Growing everytime I am angry or sad
My tears is full of hate
My words are poison
My eyes are filled with anger
But how I wished it would end
People fears me
They are afraid I will break them
Take their life away
But I am misunderstood
All I want is beeing healed from this blasted curse
They are running away from me
Fleeing from the darkness
Keeping their lifes
But they cant escape
The curse has already taken them
Making them fall to the ground like flies
What must I do?
In my corner of darkness I am thinking
When She is approaching
Her, the one with light
The one who isnt afraid
She is like me except for some differences
Her tears are full of passion
Her words are caring
Her eyes are filled with love
She is blessed with the healing light
She is looking at me with her loving eyes
I admire her courage but why is she here?
She must not touch me or the darkness will take her sweet life
She dont care?
A stolen kissThe rain fell down from the sky like it usually did in the city of the mountains.
People walking slowly through the streets, holding the umbrella high so no rain could make them wet or their paperwork they were helding tight to their chest.
But there was one who didnt have an umbrella or walked slowly through the streets of the big city. No, she ran through the city, wet and cold. She stopped and looked up at the red flags around the streets, the red banners hanging from buildning to buildning, it made her smile. Her favourite football team had finally won the gold in the league after 44 years since last time they won. She opened her bag and dragged out her new scarf, it was red and white and there was written Brann with golden letters. With a warm smile she pulled it out of the bag and put it around her neck and began to run toward the bus station.
The doors swung open and she looked after the flower shop and there she was standing. She ran over to her mother and the
Your sweet smileTake my hand
Let me help you
Dont let go
I will be here with you
Not only now
My simple words isnt enough to save a life
These words is just simple words
Only words that cant save anyone
Even that I hoped they would
I hoped they would save you
You, my sweet sister
I hoped you would let me in
But you let me out
You said you were fine
But I knew you lied to me
Why did you lie?
I was there
I could help you
I gave you my word
But you and your sweet smile fooled me
I am going to miss your sweet laughter
Our father is trying to hold his tears but is always failing
Your friends has lost their best friend
And I hold my words
The simple words I gave you
That day in the rain
When you held my hand and smiled
When I cry People take me for beeing so strong.
They say I can handle everything.
They say I have no weakness.
But even I have a weakness.
They don't know me.
Thats the problem.
They take one look at me and begin to talk about how I looks, how I tackle my day.
But what do they know?
They don't know what happens when I cry.
When I cry, stars falls from the sky.
When I cry, people falls into darkness.
When I cry, the world is going down.
Thats my weakness.
When I cry I am always alone.
People must not know this terrible faith.
I can't let them share this pain.
Cause when I cry, the world is tearing apart. <i>
Falling downWhen I was hoping for a better day, it went the wrong way
If I only listen to what you said, maybe it would go the right way
How could I be so stupid to fail again?
Why do I fail at all?
Is there a sign out there for me to call?
I am losing strength when I am talking, I cant help but fall behind.
Is there a reason why I fall so deep?
Am I turning weak?
I am losing my ground
How can it be?
I have always been so strong.
Where is my soul?
I am falling down.
Why do you keep saying I can do this?
I have lost hope of winning, I can never become what I want to be.
Stop saying those words, it wont work on me.
I will lose no matter what you say
I am losing strength for every step I take.
I know now this is a failing desire.
I cant win cause I am falling down.
Falling down into nothingness .
Pain of loveWhat is this feeling I am feeling?
Its very delicate but it hurts alittle.
Its like my heart is burning or turning to ice.
My breathing is turning heavy.
My throat is dry, I can`t say any words.
Am I turning into something?
What can I do against this?
First I thought it was anger but I realized it doesn`t hurt like this.
My eyes is filled with tears and I don`t know why.
My head is going to burst.
What is this strange feeling?
No medicine can heal this.
No doctor can find out what this is.
Its not a disease, its not deadly, but it feels that way.
Why does this hurt so much?
Its not a wound and I am not bleeding, so why does this cause pain?
Tell me why I feel this way.
What is this and why does it hurt but still feel good?
Is there any good with this?
How can this be good at all?
Know I understand this, but it still hurts.
This is the pain of love.
This is the pain of love i feel for you.
The reason it hurts is we are apart.
The reason its good is we are in love.
I wish this love never
Match of deathHold your sword in hand
It can end now
But he is not dead yet
His eyes burns with revenge
He wants to hurt you
His armor is full of blood from people before you
Before the match we was together
You hold my hand and smiled
"Everything is going to be fine" you said
I knew you would say it but I knew it was impossible to protect you from this strong opponent.
I faked a smile to make you feel better
"I know you will win" I said
You gave me a hug before you left
I wish I could stop you
I wish this could end
Don`t make me cry
I can`t let you die
He is stronger than you
He made you fell
His sword right through you
You screaming in pain
I can`t look
Your pain is just too much
When he walkes away
I run up to you
Kneeling beside you
I can`t believe this
Why did I not stop you?
I knew you couldn`t win
I guess you hug stopped me
"Why so sad?" you asked
I tryed to smile but I burst into tears
Your heart became weaker
Your breath colder
I couldn`t let you leave me now
"I love you.
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
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
No more runawayI used to hide in the shadows
Looking at the rest scratching their heads in confusion
Facing their problems.
I used to turn my back when the trouble stood at my doorstep
Waiting patiently for my move
Waiting for me doing something wrong.
I liked to wave my problems as they passed by
I loved see the misery in my classmates faces when they got their grades
Their jaws dropped to the floor.
While I used to run away from all tests and problems
I got time to think
But there was always someone who was there
Taking notes of how I acted.
They told me I was a coward
They said I was a runaway
That I wasnt brave enough to face my problems
But I ignored them.
But I knew sooner or later I had to face it
That I could no longer be a runaway
Run away from my problems
Run away from my future
If I even had one.
I have taken my choice
I have to face it know
I can no longer hide myself in the shadows
I must face the light of my future
I can no longer be the coward they said I was
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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