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To the lonely sea and the skyin the dim of twilight
I feel immortal
but I feel blue;
stardust and sun drenched
like the desert misses the rain
I remember you:
a sky of smog
coasting on thin ice,
sextile sun and uranus
insomnia on the silvermoon
but I am the wayward child
and there's a hole in my soul,
so please show me
show me what the stars look like tonight.
UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.
When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!
And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!
Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.
Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.
Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.
Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii
in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God
SenescenceBefore the rain,
all the leaves are brown.
Here's to green memories -
but the tree that loves its leaves
will never know the art of aging.
You found love in our yellow room,
but winter's holding my hand;
it won't be long.
When somebody says your name for the last time,
they gently take your life.
LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.
The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.
I hate being alone.
Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...
I should write this down.holy shit I should write this down -
the bad advice kills me;
like self publish WAY before they're ready.
how can we make it better?
you don't write to get a DD;
you write something awesome and then get a DD because you're there.
you don't pay to be published.
publishing isn't the end all be all.
we're ready for you.
AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.
And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.
You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.
And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?
Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.
I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?
If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.
And things like that mess up everything.
Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug
No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More