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Pipe DreamsShe hates to read but loves to write
She's peaceful but she tends to fight
Scared of the dark,she adores the night
Scribbling poetry by a dim flashlight
Buried under blankets and sorrow
And would it be wrong,if she held back tomorrow?
With memories held to her chest,
clung to like a worn out teddy-bear
And when she closes her eyes,
She can't see
The pain surrounding her
Agoraphobic,she longs to travel
Too scared to do more than dream
She'll run away someday,she swears
When pigs can fly and dead men scream
That's when she'll free herself,yes
WritingI can't write
My brain fights
Every little rhyme I try to type
Every idea I have,my mind will wipe
Away like words in the sand
Blown away by a gust of wind,and
For every line I'm forcing out
One drop of rain falls to end the drought
Yes,my head kind of hurts
But I can write
RememberRemember the night
You hit me,
And said I'd amount to nothing?
Remember how I cried
And when mommy saw my bruises,
I did what you told me to
That's what good little sisters do
And then remember the day
You were the one to cry?
I'll never forget the way
You begged me to lie
Swear to her you fell
Oh,you prayed I wouldn't tell
And I didn't
Our secret.No one needs to know you're a loser,just like me
Remember how you ruined my childhood,
And remember how I never told?
Well,being the victim has gotten old
HumanShe's a geek,freak
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's just like you
Coming OutI've spent too long
Living with this repression
Acting as if nothing's wrong
And fear turns to aggression
That wasn't me before
I learned how to fake it
But that's not me anymore
And this lie,I can't take it
This is going to hurt,but I'm strong and I'll make it
All this time,I've been faking perfection
And if by baring my flaws
I will lose your affection
Then so be it
Facing RealityIt's hiding who you really are,because the people who love you most
Wouldn't love you so much if they knew the truth
It's watching new wounds form over long closed scars
Because old hurts always come back to haunt you
And the people who hurt you before
Always come back for more
It's when you're living a lie
And no matter how hard you try
You can't change the fact that
You aren't really good enough
It's when you've given up,and finally
You look and see
You'll always be alone
Or should I call you big sister?
You would have been older than me, but you left when you were still just a baby, before any of your little brothers and sisters were even born yet
Before you were even born yet
I'm sorry, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I wish we had met, that you could have met our parents
They're nice, and they love you a lot
Mommy was so sad when you died, when her very first baby died before she had a chance to live
I'm sure Mommy cried, but I wasn't there
I would have comforted her if I had been
I would have made you proud of me
Baby, I wonder where you'd be
If you were here today
You were beautiful
Just little hands and feet
I wish I could have seen you smile
I bet it was so sweet
Hi, big sister, or brother, or whatever you would have been
I hope someday we'll meet
I'm Sorry,MommyI'm sorry that I couldn't be the perfect girl you wanted
I tried so hard to be happy,but just like you I'm haunted
And underneath the laughter and the smiles that I flaunted
I was hurting,Mommy,just like you
I'm sorry I couldn't be strong
How it hurt
I'm sorry I didn't last so long
I feel like dirt
Because I see you trying to act alright,
Act alright for me
And I know it's my fault you and Daddy fight
I'm so sorry,I'll let you be
I'll say I'm okay
Just please wipe your tears away
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
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
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
FreeI am finally
In my abilities
You can no longer hurt me
With disgusted expressions and
Eyebrows raised sardonically
If you don't believe in me
It matters not
I believe in myself enough for both of us
And I won't be brought down by your vicious plot
To destroy me with "constructive criticism"
With smirks and words of cynicism
For years you held me on a leash
But now,out of me comes a wild beast
And from you,my best friend,I am released
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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