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snowWe looked up to
the skies and
When will the snow
And cover up the
blood and bitter
taste the days have
silence and the
And nights filled
with glitter and
To hide how dark
how loud and clustered
We waited for the
snow to fall and
cover us up
For all the days to
And go away
Dream beneath the sea1.
In my dream
A man followed you
Whom you didn't want to see
So I took him by the waist
And threw him over the edge
To be swallowed by the sea
I had to be a year older to realize that
There was no one but us
Just you an me
I always hung around
Even when you asked me to leave
I guess I deserved what I got
Cold benches and ice creeping in the sleeve
He talked with you long and hard
I don't know about what
That's when I threw him into the waves
And deserved what I got
The people you talk to have a flaw
They are far smarter than me
Or maybe just pretend they are
To give them a reason to be
In my dream
A man followed you
Where you didn't want him to be
So I took him by the waist
And threw him over my head
Into the raging sea
And only now I realized that
You really needed it
And that the man was me.
MojeMoje su okuke pruge
Put kroz kukuruze
Planine nevidljive u magli
I šuma koja polako umire
Moji su izgriženi nokti
I pocepane jakne
Vrane u sumrak
Moje je sve
Što s njegovom
Ili zato što ne zna
Da je svet njegov
I ostavlja mi okuke pruge
22.11.2013.Ever so slowly
white heets slide
down his arms
with thick smell of mud
heavy and wet
and the water
that flows without a single concern
it only loves him
[muffled linkin park playing in the distance]As soon as the tall, thin frame walked out of sight, she got up, pacing around the room, a hint of determination in her eyes... replaced by the look of complete cluelessness and confusion as she tripped over something and sat up on the floor, blinking towards the stupid traitors in the form of juggling clubs.
The circus had been her home for a much longer time than she could remember, but a part of her older life was still there, the man she once shared a bond with even before she knew that this place existed. He was there and he was most certainly looking for her. Once something from the past broke into the present, the rest seemed to follow, knocking at the back of her mind shyly. She decided to slam the door in its face and lock it.
Before long she sighed and gently unlocked it, opening it widely and apologizing to the memories and asking them to kindly come in. They did and with them came the faces of her parents, friends, home, even the stupid old rat that looked sickly so her bro
Back to where we beganThe sound of breathing was coming loud, and soft humming of the crowd, anticipation and wonders, washed upon her head, mesmerizing this time just like every time before.
Only this time something was different. The soft inhales from behind the curtain were not all that unfamiliar, and a strange, sharp edge of bitterness and fury and grief cut trough the heavy ancient cloth and heavy night air, sending discomfort in her motionless chest.
A quick glance to the side shown that no one else could feel it, and just as she was about to sigh unnecessary air in relief he walked in and beneath the cold, relaxed mask of his face there was the same discomfort, guilt and... fear?
No one seemed to notice it either, but their glances met for just a second and he quickly turned away, trying to hide it from her. She saw it in his face, though, he knew she was aware of what he was feeling, and there was this pounding in the back of her head trying to push trough, to tell her what was causing it.
C: Labyrinth77 [Strings]The ceiling is unnaturally high. It's supposed to be the wall. What is going on. There's music and light endleslly breaks and bounces and pierces trough the weak, harmless eyeballs, hitting the mind and reflecting, and the eyes glow and everything is bright and white and everything is okay...
'GUYS HELP WHAT IS GOING ON
The voice is the prettiest music, there is something comforting in it. She's the heart, the moon and the sun and everything that ever mattered in this world.
CLUB DO YOU SEE ME?! LOOK AT ME!
Her face is twisting, why is it so intangible? Of course, she's the goddess, not even the angels are allowed to look at her. Angels glowing brightly... no, only one. This angel is glowing red and white and is so big, and its sickening crimson eye tells tales of the hell and the heaven fallen...
CLUB YOU DID NOT EXPERIMENT AGAIN DID YOU
Angel and the goddess are not alone. This angel is black and white. He is beautiful but so painful to look
NovemberSquawking of the crows echoed above the old, old circus tent in the middle of nowhere, and there was no living human to see it as the night was falling.
Nude black branches reached up to the heaven beyond their reach. The dark, cloudy sky in that weird time between sunset and the actual nightfall was gloomy, partially hidden behind many wings of the black birds, their voices ringing loudly yet somehow muffled, a little off, a little late.
The tent itself was a little off and it's owner was a little late, too. He stood still next to the old, dull cloth and gazed up with empty eyes. The endless swarm of black kept stretching over the sky, not showing any signs of slowing down soon, fading into the distance, and he just watched passively, never moving, never blinking.
A hand very similar to his, sickly greenish with visible bloodless veins, albeit a lot smaller, pushed away the tattered and once colourful cloth, and a thin frame scurried outside, standing next to him and watching the sky.
Short goodbyesHe looked down on her bowed head and huntched shoulders, and sighed again.
'Listen...' he started, '..I'm really sorry.'
Her only response was a sharp inhale. He tried again.
'...I know... I've been... horrible for you. You came to put up with... me, and thank you for that... I didn't see it... I only saw... myself... I'm sorry.'
No response this time.
'...You don't have to forgive... me. You have every right not to.' he licked his lips, awkwardly shifting his weigth. '...I was awful for you.'
Did he imagine it or her head slightly nodded?
'Listen... I'm too batshit for you. All the 'love redeems' stories are complete bullshit... We both know that. This is... this is it, isn't it?'
This time she definitely nodded. He sighed a bit in relief, but with the emptiness inside a little bigger.
'...I shouldn't have kept you for... myself. You deserve to be happy.' he tried to smile but it came off as a grimace she didn't see anyway '...I wanted you gone and now look at... us.'
The exhale from
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
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
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
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
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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