All of my honest words I kept to myself,
Hiding my position from the world,
Fearing the thoughts of others more than Hell,
Rotting in the dark pits of my mind;
I told myself to maintain my secrecy,
And I admit I still retain much of my privacy,
But I have begun to speak more truthfully,
Allowing others to see parts of what's inside;
But the ink with which I write,
It flows from my own black blood,
That of which was once red,
Has darkened with my sense of dread;
As the shadows haunt me while I walk,
The phantoms laugh while I talk,
It seems that I wil never truly escape,
Regardless of what steps I take;
At least I have left some doubt,
My
My thoughts close in on my mind,
A tightening spiral of another kind,
My heart pounds as I feel,
Emotions rush in a way that's surreal;
There's an intense sense of internal gravity,
Trying to outrun the dark blindly,
Suffocated by the mix of dust and gas,
Drawn in further when it doesn't pass;
I am sinking, drowning, in this way,
Shocked by the touch of every ray,
There is no doubt, I am starting to slip,
Feeling the pain in this dying star's grip.
Blinded by misery and caught off the ground,
To my ordinary problems I seem to be bound,
Even though I'm self aware,
I cannot fix every tear;
For I am stuck in this rut,
With a horrid feeling in my gut,
Though I've had a pleasantly stable day,
I can't truthfully say they're often this way;
And it's with bitter knowledge I say this,
Watching from the bottom of the abyss,
I look up at each twinkling star,
And I wonder why they're so far;
I can see this distance as it grows,
Is it only seen by lonely crows?
Waking moments spacing me apart,
Only damaging my aching heart.
Naturally humans are complex beings
But there's a line to be drawn when we say things
When words are intentionally used to hold people down
Off the head of the speaker must be knocked off the crown
There is not anything that makes someone superior to another
Yet people are willing to stab their own brother
Their own flesh and blood
Because they aren't similar enough
This kind of ridiculous action
Should not bring the masses satisfaction
This is not acceptable
Yet not everyone will reject it
In fact some are willing to protect it
If we have the power to love,
What is the purpose of using hate?
Converse, discuss, find some way to communica
All of my honest words I kept to myself,
Hiding my position from the world,
Fearing the thoughts of others more than Hell,
Rotting in the dark pits of my mind;
I told myself to maintain my secrecy,
And I admit I still retain much of my privacy,
But I have begun to speak more truthfully,
Allowing others to see parts of what's inside;
But the ink with which I write,
It flows from my own black blood,
That of which was once red,
Has darkened with my sense of dread;
As the shadows haunt me while I walk,
The phantoms laugh while I talk,
It seems that I wil never truly escape,
Regardless of what steps I take;
At least I have left some doubt,
My
My thoughts close in on my mind,
A tightening spiral of another kind,
My heart pounds as I feel,
Emotions rush in a way that's surreal;
There's an intense sense of internal gravity,
Trying to outrun the dark blindly,
Suffocated by the mix of dust and gas,
Drawn in further when it doesn't pass;
I am sinking, drowning, in this way,
Shocked by the touch of every ray,
There is no doubt, I am starting to slip,
Feeling the pain in this dying star's grip.
Blinded by misery and caught off the ground,
To my ordinary problems I seem to be bound,
Even though I'm self aware,
I cannot fix every tear;
For I am stuck in this rut,
With a horrid feeling in my gut,
Though I've had a pleasantly stable day,
I can't truthfully say they're often this way;
And it's with bitter knowledge I say this,
Watching from the bottom of the abyss,
I look up at each twinkling star,
And I wonder why they're so far;
I can see this distance as it grows,
Is it only seen by lonely crows?
Waking moments spacing me apart,
Only damaging my aching heart.
If you like poetry and short stories, I recommend the Young Authors Amino.
You can find me on there (and I actually post things frequently there) under equineedition. 👍
Does anyone else have the problem where, when writing, you think of something that will fit perfectly with what you've just written, but then you remember that they're lyrics to a song you really like? Or is that just me?
150 WATCHER CONTESTby PrincessRaevinFlash (https://www.deviantart.com/princessraevinflash), 10 hours and 32 minutes agoJournals / Art Features
Alright guys it's contest time. It's just a "Draw My OC contest"
Let's get into the rules.
RULES
-NO BASES OR TRACING
-you may enter as many times as you'd like
-you may draw my character interacting with your character
-tag me in your submission and link it in a comment
-share this journal
-you don't have to watch me but it would be appreciated
I ACCEPT
-digital
-traditional
-chibis
-My characters interacting with your characters or each other
-NSFW (censor please)
-some fetish art
I DO NOT ACCEPT
-bases
-some fetish art
-late s