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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.
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.
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.
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
Of A Cavity In My MemoryI used to have a name
molding my every fiber, rearranging
make me free
and still, still
I am so lost.
to move forward --
the only thing:
I will wake up dead.
Lost Seeking RevengeLost
In this frozen world
Because someone died
In this world of chaos
Because I saw them float away
They were ripped from my grip
Surrounded by bodies
Bodies of my dead and dying friends
"This is my fault, I must pay the toll"
Those were their last words
The last words they'll say
After the blade was sent through their back
After the blade peeked through their chest
I wish to find that child
I wish to wring his very neck
I will find my revenge
I will find it
Even if I have to tear this frozen world apart
WishesSo many people wish upon stars.
How many secrets do they hold?
Oh, it must be over a million,
Over a billion.
Trillions at least.
I can't even imagine how many there must be.
Not one person hasn't tried it.
Great, dark skies with tiny, twinkling lights.
Stars are trusted by people.
They never tell your secrets.
And they always listen.
Rise of the sun, the disappear.
Set of the sun, they are back to hear.
What Meets the Eye
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A dull person, or a colorful personality?
A plain old pine or a christmas tree?
A boring old fish, or a kind pony?
That's not the only thing I see!
I see irregularity!
Not a square,
or full of despair!
A seagull would not be like me,
a puffin is more of what I see.
Wild flowers are unsystematic.
Roses are way less ecstatic.
A sky, light blue,
not dull and gray.
not a square, I say!
I'm a very random guy,
and, you can justify,
that I'm absolutely loony,
and almost never gloomy!
But even so...
Positive number one for sure.
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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