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PrimaryCrouching on the precipice of an era rooted in turbulence
Strange are these days
A loaded gun only contains so many bullets
Spin the roulette wheel, lady luck degrades herself and unlocks entry into the next phase
Carpe diem, time wilts for every meandering corpse
Tread water long enough and nihilism will surface, its ugly head pulling you under
The mammalian brain ripped asunder, third level reptilian revels in blood, wine and thunder
Peering through the crack in a glass shield that leads a retreat to youth
Winds of change whisper and contort the fog of a sustained morning
"They are all going to laugh at you"
An ordeal that results in illogical resentment and raises the tide before i could receive due and ultimately priceless warning
Submit to the verses of the yellow king and you will at last meet your maker
Applaud the Ides of March and ignore the oncoming threat of a naked season
Pursue the night for one sole reason; the promise of death marches on and sits patiently by the side of
Wind-Forced StridesSprinting toward the starting line, dolled up in a hightop and a knockoff nike
The distance is an unfathomable length, comparable to a sky-ascending hike
Guts and glory, fortitude and playing down the achievement
Hold the applause, save it for when i'm down in the throes of bereavement
This is for me and your advice is welcome but will be tossed aside
I am persevering to spite the doomsayers, this trek of consequence has seen me glide
On feet that were cast in narcotic-influenced pace and grit
Midnight runs close, the pendulum swings near, i hold a personal victory in one palm that was traded for every bruise and slit
PatienceThe singular neutrality of one is an issue in need of immediate rectification
Born an indolent morsel of bacteria,now a towering defeat-revelling monster in acceleration
The colossal roadblock is intimidation, the opposite sex is a mystery immune to the threat of incineration
If only the starting point was conceivable, always appears as a daunting and unnerving lesson in advanced trepidation
A coalition of bodies in harmony is my ultimate utopia, a pertinent alliance wherein words are unnecessary
Action and unbridled affection, that unlucky soul will come to be my only, eyes to the sky in a crowded room
Soon is out of the question, the healing process is in mid-flight
Lurking in the shadows is a game that brings me fatigue, Patiently i wait building juxtaposed tombs
Dying DynastyThe theatres are empty, delicious diabetes-inducing treats grow stale
The acclaimed writer locked horns with babylon and placed a lifes work on sale
The highest bidder wins the prize of decimating a classic
Words on paper are an escape, a cinematic adventure is a lesson in unintentional comedy that was meant to be artistic and tragic
Kerouac left his estate in the hands of moneyhounds, my stomach turned at the sight of hollywood influence
Disney bought marvel and shoved bottom-of-the-barrel heroes down our throat, our dismissal is dismissed as minority-driven insolence
Three incredible hulks as if the actor is at fault for a shakey cashflow
Peter Parker can only spin so many webs before the unburdened by comic book fans are flocking for the exits in droves
The sensation to set the media buzzing comes in the form of three
It's unfortunate that Hogwarts closed its doors, the ring was destroyed, sparkling vampires found true l
Make A MoveI am lashing out in frustration
I am an inch away from caving in to the stress
The threat was mine to make, now it's time to make a move
Wasted on this stark hole, I'm too concerned about their perception to settle for less
Call me a hound, the hound devours the snake
Everything in my way can walk or be subjected to a fatal mistake
This is what they've done and the promise rang loud and clear
Let the slight slide or stay true with all i am on the line through the confidence that this oppurtunity is my own to take
Berkeley Revolt 2.0Dollar-clad in rags, slave-made gadgets galore
Five cent an hour as the real "victims" storm the capital
Caught up in the rush is a remnant of civil revolution, he has been to the rumble before
No police record, kept his head down but he'll be the first to sling tales of the achievement and struggle
His generation saw it all, MLK was a mere bystander, glorified for the colour of his skin
But this hero saw it all, tripped balls and held a placard high, must have brough nixon to his knees
Vietnam was won and old glory blew back and forth but he spat on troop after troop so now those vets rattle tin
And he's proud, ego drove him to wall street side by side with the baby-boomers in droves and slogan bearing t's
They saw hendrix, they saw the stones, they couldn't understand morrison and the dark undertones
Convinced they made a difference, they believe it was down to them, a black man in the white house is thanks to the vintage bones
A man with a job is public enemy number one, he sold out
PersistenceI am still here, carving out a niche between alpha and omega
The beginning and the end, the latter of which is my aimed point of cessation
A deer in the headlights, i have experience in portraying the paltry animal
Now i play the role of the driver with vigour, bringing obstacles to their knees with intimidation
Each task is a challenge i weave into with relish and the heart of a bloodhound
So send your lions, uncage your tigers and unleash your snakes
I rid these ends from corner to corner, pillar to post and the goddess imperialista is unfortunate to be gagged and bound
Cross my path and you may be received with a warmth and perceptibility of presence, enough to give a cold and deflated heart the shakes
But strike my shoulder in passing within the harsh morning fog then do not fret, it is not the earth in which they will uncover a decomposing mound
It is in my dead stare that you are risen to the gallows, the jury keeps watch for i am a stepping razor and your act of egotism has incr
Hounds Of HellYou wont find me in a lucid and submissive state
You will find me neck-deep in sensory overload
You wont catch me performing a master class in the art of zen
You will catch me unleashing the hounds of hell and converting to hyper mode
You wont see me sleeping and letting the devil lie
You will see him engross me and bring to a grinding halt the virtue of sacrifice
You wont harvest my sake, my lost-and-found dignity, my grit and my drive
You will join hands and pray to never again hear my name, i am the embodiment of heart-polluting ice
I bled out every vice, i will cause every room to drop in degree and i will smoke-out friend-turned-foe until i am truly alive
Old Is NewA solemn vow was the frame of ambition
The sadistic gods, the liqour-soaked throat
And the repeated creeping sickness rendition
Has come under threat owed to the nothing-to-lose mantra
Of my torpid and frail volition
Whether ally, medicine man or part-time lover
Self esteem is a farce, an alpha-male inspired cover
And what good is the disguise when i cant converse with my brother
On the clearest day i cant see my sister
And my absence among friends falls into the category labeled 'excuse'
Such as fever, anemia, internal distress, a poorly positioned blister
The trouble is that i cant speak, the bounds of my mettle reach an apex in my fingertips
The meek stand to inherit jack shit so i must force syllables onto my bottom lip
Now is the eve in which Drayton, the beloved token anomaly, has no choice but to get a grip
Hand me the independence, the hand-wringing regularity
Rinsing told tales, in-depth discussions on the sky's transitory expulsion of stoned hail
I have no qualms of losing co
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Somebody's DaughterLet it out, my dear, goodbye
Breathe relief, i'm gone, tears dry
Never meant, how could i be so blind
Your hollow shell will fill sometime
And i know this cant wait 'til tomorrow
So madly in pain, stricken with sorrow
Squeeze the juice out of life now i'm gone
And your lips move upwards, nothing's wrong
Feel free to dance in the rain and sing our song
And i hope when you enter a room you feel as though you belong
And i know this can't wait until tomorrow
There was no more time that i could beg, steal or borrow
Raise your head from the gutter without me
It's alright, we all have to bleed
Once in awhile you may think of me
Cast it away, that memory is there to sow the seed
No defence, i was far too busy treading water
And i forgot that you were somebody's daughter
Now go eat life like wanted to
Take a bite of the apple and i'll know what you said was true
We'll move on in very different ways
You will ascend and i'll find shelter with the stray's
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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