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DisrespectIn my life I get mistreated everywhere I turn,
But when you look at me I smile,
You would think at least she’s
having a great life.
Never judge it’s never true.
I’m a girl that loves to help others,
But inside I want to come out,
and show people how it feels to be ran over
and not get to say how you feel.
This girl is tired of getting hurt,
beaten down, to the point that
I can’t take anymore.
I just want to get alone with everybody,
But some people don’t allow it,
And that’s most of the people I know.
Why disrespect someone that hasn't
done anything to you!!
I’m ready for the real girl to come out.
Life is to short to take bullshit
from people that have no control of your life!!
Disrespecting people want get you anywhere in life.
Respect every person you see.
One day you could be in there shoes.
Keep smiling it heals the soul!!
Please Come BackMy friend,
you helped me more than you know,
every time I see your work I remember the times we shared.
the times you helped me fix problems,
and give advice!
At this time in my life I really need a friends advice,
and I can honestly say I trust you,
my friend come back to me.
your words speak so true and kind,
I've never forgotten or left you behind,
I go back in time,
but yet still no sign.
I wish you the best luck in this life and hope
that I hear from
my friend in time.
I miss hearing from you My Friend
Stupid DreamsStupid dreams,
What I want to know is how can you
forget something if It comes back in your dreams?
You wake up crying
because people that you left behind for good reasons,
Things that happened that you wished never did,
And it still haunts you at every corner you turn.
Why want my mind let it go,
Why does it have to remind me of the past?
All I hear from people is you need to let it go,
That's the past,
It will only hurt you if you hold on to it.
Well I'm not holding on to it,
It pops up in my dreams,
I wake up with tears rolling down my face,
I don't want this,
I'm tired of dreaming of people that I loved,
With the feeling of getting heartbroken over and over.
Every time I have a dream the pain gets stronger.
Why do we even have dreams?
Everybody says dreams are better than real life,
I have nightmares,
I want them to stop.
Who wants to wake up crying?
Over something that should have been put in the past,
Feeling the pai
If I CouldIf I could,
I would say what was on my mind,
I would give out my heart to the world,
And not be afraid of what they would say,
I would tell them how I feel,
And what keeps running through my mind
All day and every day,
The feeling of not knowing how to handle it,
Or if it's really who I am.
If I could,
I would scream it out loud,
Telling the ones I love without any doubt,
But I can't,
I don't know if it's true,
People would see me different,
Like I would do so myself,
So tell me how you can tell someone something
When you don't even know that it's true in your own heart?
The feelings, the thoughts, and the hate toward yourself
Telling you it's not you,
That it's wrong,
If you could,
What would you do?
Beautiful KidsHe never thought of this happening,
he was with a girl he knew for a while,
he loved her,
she was his dream come true,
everything a guy would cherish,
then it all changed,
he got tired of her
and her bull,
then less then three years down the
road he got an email,
" You have a daughter",
he never got to see her be born,
but when he met her it was a very
like she knew him her whole life,
his life changed from then on,
he stopped doing drugs,
and changed his attitude,
everything was not the same,
then his babies mother told him
"If you don't marry me you can't see
her ever again",
well he felt like he had to do it,
he didn't wanna lose his beautiful daughter,
his heart beat for her,
she's all he cared about,
he wanted to be there for her,
and down the road he got a son,
and the same thing he didn't get to
see him be born,
how cold can someone be,
to not let the father see his kids be born,
he took her bull,
and did the best h
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
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
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
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
I know when I'm alive,
I can feel pain of you not with me,
I can feel the pain of missing you,
all I do is wish to be in your arms,
and never want to leave them,
that's how I know
I get mad,
I miss past memories,
I wish I could change things,
I'm happy knowing your mine,
when we hold hands,
my heart beats so fast,
it feels like it could bust,
when we kissed,
for the first time,
the world stopped,
that's how I know
gives me hope,
I love you,
would die for you,
and would give you the world,
baby that's how I know,
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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