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confessionsI know you and I both hate the concept
and this is not a love letter
upon giving this to you, I will
vomit in eternal embarrassment
and regret giving it to you for the rest of my life, but
I have to do it.
You hate me.
To your knowledge,
I hate you back.
You are selfish and
You make assumptions about me
based only on the information
you gleam from my conversations
in the classroom
and you make it clear that you have
no intentions of correcting them
You are infuriating.
I don't love you
because this is not a love letter
But I like you.
You are beautiful,
with your short,
that distract from your intelligence.
You are a galaxy of
black night hair
twinkling star eyes
pale moon skin
and a bunch of other
bad space imagery to
simply fucking gorgeous
And your face
with a contemptuous sneer that is
always for me
just pulls me in.
But I don't
I Pledge AllegianceI pledge allegiance,
to the flag,
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic,
for which it stands,
under a religion not solely represented by all members of its citizenship, a grave
misconception that should be removed from this pledge, and changed to
accompany the fact that America is made of many different religions,
indivisible, unless it comes to controversial issues such as abortion or gun
control, gay marriage or the death penalty, and divided in two by liberal, open
minded people and conservatives,
with liberty and justice for all, unless of course you're Muslim or homosexual, in
which case you will be subject to much persecution, ridicule, and bias from the
legal system, which goes against the very Constitution this country is
supposedly spawned from.
Lies My Friends Told MeI've been blind for so long that I believed darkness to be light
I see now
I've been deaf for so long that I believed silence to be sound
I hear now
I've been oblivious for so long that I believed ignorance to be knowledge
I know now
I've been mute for so long that I believed not speaking up to be speaking my mind
I will be silent no more
I've been inactive for so long that I believed inaction to be moving forward
I will hesitate no more
I've been ignored for so long that I believed inattention to be friendship
I will not be stepped on
I have been bathed in lies for so long that I assumed they were truth
That ends now
I will speak
I will act
I will not be ignored
If you wish to be my friend, you will need to accept these facts.
If you cannot, then get ou
Love's Expiration DateShelf life is defined as, "the length of time a particular product is given before it is deemed unsuitable for one to consume or use." As usual I took this concept a little further and applied it to relationships. Because, according to The Beatles and Hallmark, all we need is love.
Or is there more?
I'd definitely say my life is saturated with much more than just love itself. I double dip in an array of adjectives and nouns as I please. It's not that I'm a complete cynic; it's just that I haven't had the "aha!" moment yet. In the romantic sense that is. I have some of the greatest platonic supports in my life. Giant pillars be damned. What is love for? I enjoy the idea of feeling warm and safe, but if that was it then we'd all own Snuggies. So what's the kicker here? Is this instinct primal or something bigger?
At eighteen years young I have accepted the fact that I don't know all the answers. My crossword puzzles always have gaping holes, and my mind is a nice reflection of them. I th
Dont walk the Dark Path AloneLast night, when I walked the street alone
I wondered why people lose themselves and Go
They are trapped in messages and try to lock themselves away
They are going on a run, and try to leave everything astray
To live and forget, they run from what they once had
Being scared and feeling alone, they begin their journey into the unknown
Trying to fight demons and monsters from the memories
They prepare for a fight they need to win in order to overcome Everything
These tortured souls believe the answer lies in solitude and being alone
Yet the truth is, there is no way someone can fight these demons on their own
Yet entrusting someone with your darkest and most horrible secrets is not an easy task
Even though most real friends will lend their hands
Accepting help and giving away, everything you swore never to say
Never to relive the pain and shame that had befallen you someday
For those that succeed and find the friends that really care, I hope you understand
The powerful bond
SleepConsciousness is tired. It has been a long day.
He is thankful for his final coffee break, even if caffeine isn't what he wants right now.
Draining a glass of milk he glances at the clock,
Not much more work will get done today. May as well call it a night.
Haphazardly he bundles the remaining sheaves
Of scattered thoughts into drawers and filing cabinets;
He performs the usual closing time routine.
A quick brush of the white paving stones outside,
A wipe of the facade.
He closes and lashes the shutters
He shuts down the terminals
And turns off the light.
Only then does the subconscious emerge.
Lighting a candle,
He opens in its flickering light his briefcase
And releases the dreams.
Perfection Personified"Do this!"
"Don't let me down!"
"Give me a smile!"
"I don't want you to frown!"
"Be who i think you should be!"
"Don't tell me how you feel!"
"You're just here to be who i want you to be!"
"Your feelings? they're not real!"
Lonely Wolf"Lonely Wolf"
Like a pack of wolves stalking their prey it follows me every day.
Feeding off my fear and loathing.
Hungry for my failure.
It curls its tongue around its sharp teeth in anticipation.
Never seen but always in the corner of my eye.
When I glance behind it sneaks in front and pounces.
I ask myself,
The perfect predator or easy prey?
It is the curse of man to have such large blind spots.
As a wolf will surely go hungry without his pack,
A man will die from social starvation if alone.
Demon dogs hunt me relentlessly throughout the night.
They are my inner darkness.
I am just a man incapable of seeing the whole picture.
Someone needs to watch my back,
And in return I'll do the same.
I'll help you conquer that wolf of loneliness deep inside your brain.
The Mind, A Fascinating ThingI've always been fascinated with how the mind works. It's a complex organ, but I had vowed to unravel its mysteries. That was one of the reasons I became a doctor.
Now when I told my parents this, they were proud. I had always been an awkward child. I'd go about my days locked up in my room, spending time with my friends. And by friends I mean my toys.
Human interaction was not necessary for me. I had noticed at an early age that humans were for, a lack of a better word, faulty. They cared too much for themselves, but toys were my friends. They would listen to me. And when I received words of criticism from my parents, their silence was just what I needed.
So, when I said I would be a doctor, they were ecstatic. Their only son would have a respectable job in the human society. Well that was half true. Yes, I wanted to be a doctor, and yes, it was a job in the human society. However, when they realized what kind of doctor I wanted to be, well, let's just say they didn't deem that sort o
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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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