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DivineThe Goddess smiles with highborn eyesDivine by Seaxwulf
subtle cheeks and a rising chin
she looks to heaven and down at you
not so snide and arrogant
but only that you ponder too
and rise above, yes above the Mud
and claim for us a newborn hub
a land, a life all of our own
where dreams and plans are not undone.
The Goddess smiles and I can hear
the throaty chant of yesteryear
the Rune-Men sing and the Witches see
and I melt into myself
an offering of mind and body to altars cleft
where the I and mine are obsolete
and memories reign both quick and fleet.
I sink inside this sultry rapture
and remember back with youthful laughter
all the times that could have been
and all the ways that Gods would spin
it hurts sometimes to let it go
but dreams are dust and stars must glow
and in the end if we shall rise
a life, a blood must sacrifice
so come away and dream with me
but don’t forget reality
it hurts, I know, it hurts so much
but there are some things that Trolls can’t touch
a place inside where a
Gems in the StreamThe clouds are a looming screenGems in the Stream by Monocephalized
Overtop of mountainous dreams
To wear them lower than the floor
With the sadness of reality one perceives
Snow capped peaks can skirt the stone
Like a vine so tightly clings
To be the ice wall chocking out
The green coat about their basal strings
A barren place where the rain does feed
A drowning forest blooms bright
Until the chill axes down
By command indirect of a mobius right
Flesh by soft years tears away
Cascading down by torrential placid rage
Undefined device wrought upon one
A mountain home become a cage
And inside these bars crumbling away
Are the roots of childish sweet
That what was once the future's path
Could be walked with swelling feet
But glaciers grown where the rock is not
The colder mirror of what one is
Drives up those things to curl and burn
But the heatless blaze to not resist
Once all children have been lost
A whitest pillar impassible
Shall be left unto its thoughts
As a remnant of the past
Hillock floored from towering place
YouYou put me down every time I speak, and then wonder why I am silent.You by BiaTyla
You see my accomplishments as something that is expected, and my failures as something so unbelievable.
You say doing my best is good enough. You lied. I try my hardest, but to you it doesn't matter unless I'm perfect.
I try my hardest to live up to your expectations, your goals, your dreams, and it has exhausted me.
Working hard for something I don't want is spectacularly awful, yet knowing that if I don't succeed your disappointment will be even worse is difficult.
For once I'd like to have my own expectations, my own goals, my own dreams.
I want to become the person I want to be, not the one you've tried to create.
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My real name is a secret. My given name is unknown. My taken name is Leech.
I have a daemon who hasn't chosen her animal yet.
I am a demigod, but Hermes doesn't accept me.
Well...where do I start. I've been drawing as far as my memories reach back. I think I was 5, but I'm not sure. Out of drawing in spare time at home and school, I kind of got attached to art. It kind of clung on to me, as if it'll never let go. I let it stay, it steadily gradually grew and it turned into passion and it still grows...
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