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The Legend Of The Lone RiderLone rider perched on thy hilltop
Protector of the land you call your own
Hero of justice, Wielder of might
Your mystery to be told is a treasure to behold
Riding on thy noble steed
Breed from the strongest of beasts
Mighty wild uncontrollable, untamed
Faithful only to your reign
Legend speaks of you ,the mightiest of men
Roaming the fields with thy speed unmatched
In pursuit of evil to slay, innocence to save
Rewarded with nothing but fear and reverence with thou is lashed
Where thou comes from no one knows
Beyond the mist -mysteriously appear
With a sword as sharp as your mind
leaving nothing but dust at your hind
Shadow of death for those preying on the weak
Messiah for those you save from a ghastly fate
Thou words echo in every valley
EVIL DOERS BEWARE!
They say your sword is as mighty as thy word
But no one sees it and lives to tell the tale
A mystery only legend speaks of
Slayed an entire army with mighty gail
Oh lone rider! So fine thy mystery to behold!
No doubt your story will
These WordsDrowned in words of sorrow
Left with no hope for the morrow
piercing my heart like an arrow
are these words you have said.
I realized it was all a dream
and hence carried with the stream
to a darker place
where all my hope has been deemed
Slouching against this cold wall
wet are my eyes
beaten and battered a rag doll
casted away with lies
All my dreams shattered
and all its pieces scattered
and the darkness around me gathers
into this soul that has been battered
-by these words
A Soldiers LamentRunning headlong into the fray
Seeking retribution for which i pray
reconciling myself to stay
till the end of this fateful day
I slayed so many, not for fame or glory
But for what is dear, for a future bright and sunny
And as i parry, remember for what the weapon i carry
For all at home, dear friends and family
Now that the day had ended
Redemption is all i wanted
From partaking in this charade
Please wash away my bloodied stains
Now my wound's have healed, but scars remain
an eternal reminding, for sins that are blinding
An intrude on my inner sanctum
By ever soul ive killed on random
These scars are my regalia
the essence of war embedded in their core
like a parody mocking my existence
another reason for my exitance
from this blood stained page of life
Don't Look BackDont Look Back
There was nothing for you here
You lived in perpetual fear
So, move on and don't look back
There is no potential that you lack
People hated you, people hurt you
Yet you stayed and witnessed this charade
As it took your soul away, scared you
So now i tell you to bade goodbye
And don't look back, don't look back
I'm with you every step of the way
Holding your hand, leading you out of this fray
Wiping your tears off, reminding to be strong
helping you out for no matter how long
so you will always have a shoulder to cry on
So move on
And don't look back
Find a better life, away from this strife
Away from this shit you once called life
And let this prayer shield you from grief
Move forward, turn a new leaf
Don't look back
Don't look back
Just CryI know you've been holding it in
And for me that's even a bigger sin
and when there's a silver lining so thin,
there's nothing else to do, so,
Your friends have left you, you've dissolved to Abyss
How could it ever have come to this
So take this heart felt kiss and give it a try
I would say big girls don't cry
If i said that, it would be a lie
you've been hurt, and it gives you more reason,
for now and every other sad season
And I want you to know, that I'm
With you every step of the way
On this ugly path on which you stray
and with your head on my shoulder, I pray,
For you to be better on another day.
But for now, Just cry,Just cry
The StreamThe stream flows, so calmly, devoid of worries.
It flows around my feet, so subtly, so gently,
caresses my shell, drifts past me
reflecting my life as it passes
It flows slowly but surely
like the times as they change
cleansing my ways
reincarnates my soul
Let me be this stream
carelessly flowing, everlasting, pure
forever facing the sky
unlocking the shackles restraining me
never worrying about another lie
The sun sparkles on its surface
rays of light dancing to its command
in all its youthful embrace
im lost in its grace
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
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
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
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
Is it work tryingis it worth standing up, just to fall again?
is it worth crying, just to wipe the tears off in vain?
is it worth working hard , just to go unnoticed?
is it worth living, just to die in pain?
life is short, i agree.
but in that time is making a really difference worth it?
is it worth it when people will eventually forget?
forget about your triumphs, your hardships, your failures?
things that mean the world to you,
but less to others than the roadside stray.
while you fret and enter the fray of life,
millions pray for a better day.
is making a difference for them really worth it?
for the answers, one must ask themself
"do i live for myself or for others"
thus i say
finding a purpose in life is really worth it.
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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