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What if I was wrongWhat If I was wrong?
What if wrong was right?
What if your truth was lies?
And What If I was blind?
What if friends are foes?
What if dark was light?
What if they told the truth?
But What if it's in my mind?
What if I never know?
What if the time's gone by?
Who knows will the river flow?
Or will the river dry?
Made of Glasswood by the side of the fire
egg on the edge of the table
fingers under a dancing knife
the gas on an unlit stove
a block of ice on the heater
aerosoles on a warm windowsill
a cat in front of a dog,
red rag before a bull
a rabbit in front of a fox
dog attacks the neighbours kid
soldier pulls a trigger
family man drunk at the bar
the things above are unrelated
but none are made of glass
the all end in the same way
like the ticking of a heart
live life to the fullest
live it while you can
because you never know when it
you aren't made of glass
Life is a gameLife is a game. and you play to win.
it starts at the start, and ends with game over,
Childhoods the training stage. it's easy. you're allowed to make mistakes.
if I'm happy, I'm winning,
if I'm not, I'm losing
If I can make somone I hate sad, I'm winning, they're losing. thats how the game works.
If I make you happy, I'm probably winning,
if I can make you fall in love I'm winning,
if I can make you hate me, I'm winning,
if I control how you're feeling, I'm winning
if I make you quit? good question, GG i guess? I'm not sure.
accomplishments are bonus points, good ones unlock perks,
there are no checkpoints, so do it right.
mistakes make the game harder, you might end up with more enemies, or a weaker character.
character creation can be done at any point, but sometimes it takes time, or perks.
suicide is giving up, it ends the game early, and you lose all your points.
the game doesn't want you to quit.
there is always someone winning more, but there is always someone losing more,
ColdCold, Black, Blood,
Runs, Through his veins
Begging, For reasons,
To live, With distain.
His cold, Dark, Heart,
Beats, Out of Turn,
Of the coldest, Affections,
It's cold chambers, Empty,
And robbed, Of all hope,
For the edge, Of insanity,
He extends, And he gropes
The white rabbit is dead
Cold, Bloody, Screech
Far, Out of reach,
In cold sanity,
Not madness, His friend
He begs, For release,
For thought to end.
And hoping is hard,
He still struggles on,
Being beaten, And scarred.
holding onA deep,
love, is something that's hard to hide
In all feelings strong
it should be known
there's a fear that hides inside
you fear for your love,
you fear for your life
and you're feared of being alone
The fear will push us
push us too far,
'till the need for fear is gone
Hold on to your love,
but let the fear go
It's the difference between pain
and letting love grow.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
AloneOut of sight, and out of mind,
not a soul around but mine
one and all have been and gone
and I am left all alone
Search the silence for their solice
left behind in lands gone lawless
to search these sands forever more
I am left all alone
Darkness falls, and silence whispers
And in the night, the sky doth blister
With stars of every shape and size
And I am left all alone
One by one, the stars doth fade
Like wishes, sadly, never made
when silence screams throughout the night
And I am left all alone.
Hopeless and tired I make my bed
a secret heaven to lay my head
where I shall slumber all alone
Bright lights may shine, but I am
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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