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SomedaySomeday this will be me and you.
Someday I'll feel your arms around me.
Someday it'll all come true, everything I dream about you.
Someday I'll be with you.
Someday we'll dance the night away.
Someday I'll feel your lips of mine.
Just not today.
PromWe could go to Prom
You and me together.
I'll get all dolled up for you
And you'll look so handsome in your tux.
We'll dance the night away
And maybe we'll fall so in love
That I'll feel your lips on mine.
They'll stare at us
But we won't care
We'll continue kissing
And then they'll yell at us to get a room
But we won't listen.
I'll introduce you to all my friends
And they'll be mad jealous because they wish they had someone as amazing as you.
And maybe we'll go outside the ballroom for a bit
And spend some quiet time together and just talk.
Prom we'll be the best night of our lives,
And I'll be so glad I shared it with you.
ExpressionIt's not fair you know.
I see your words, I hear your words
And I understand them, and I respect them
And they make sense, perfect sense.
If all these things are true
Why doesn't it change the way I feel about you?
What I want and what I feel never have cooperated
And this time is no different.
I wish I could tell you that it's all okay
That I know what to do but I don't!
I don't know what to do!
I'm not sure what to say!
I don't know how to feel!
And it's driving me insane!
Because I really, really like you
But, dammit, I just can't see
How in the HELL there will ever be an "us"
And it's not me, it's you.
God, that sounds cheesy but it's true!
Ich liebe dich mehr als du mich liebst, und ich vermisse dich mehr als du mich vermisst
That's a fact.
Ich werde liebe dich immer noch, auch wenn du mich nicht mehr liebst
That's a fact, too.
I think I know what to do.
Now if only I could do it.
ConfusionI'm so confused.
I feel like a pokemon in battle
And Zubat just used supersonic
I wonder if we will work out.
He's more republican, I'm more democrat
He likes screaming music, I can't stand it
He's very religious, I'm not so much
He can be very mature, I can be very immature
I feel bad for thinking these things
I don't want marriage right now.
Then again, you don't date someone without the possibility
Of marriage in the future.
Maybe it's just better if we stayed friends.
Maybe it's just better if we quit while we're ahead.
I wish someone could help me figure things out.
I wish there was a solution where everyone was happy.
I'm not sure what I want anymore.
I'm so confused.
Bleeding SunI Love you!
I'll scream the words but will you hear me?
I can't understand
What's going on?
Why won't you let me in?
Do I even stand a chance?
Do I even have a prayer?
Every time you tell me you have a question my heart jumps and starts pounding
My mind racing,
Wondering if this time it will be the question-
the one I've been waiting for-
No, not that one.
I'm not talking about marriage.
I want a RELATIONSHIP.
Why is this so hard to comprehend?
"Will you be my grilfriend?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"I have strong [romantic] feelings for you. I love you."
"I'd like to give us a try"
Any of those would be fine
But do I hear them? No.
Of course not.
I'm sorry for being impatient but I'm sick of being single
Done waiting for the loneliness in my heart to go away
Done trying to pretend that I can wait, when I can't any longer.
Why is it so hard for you to say yes?
It's not a done deal- it's not like we're getting married.
I just want to date you. Just give it a shot.
Confessions of a VocaloidThe lyrics that burst inside of me
The words I cannot say
I don't think it's possible
We will ever work out
We're just too different people
Who live too far apart.
You're all I want
So close yet so far.
I close my eyes and think of you
My heart skips a beat
All the things we've ever said
Flowing through my head.
I think that I could make you happy,
but I'm too eager and you're too patient.
I want something real to cling to.
Throw me a bone, will ya?
is the answer yes or is it no? I want to know!
I pour my heart out for you
but you don't seem to do the same.
Maybe that's why this won't work out
I want you to miss me as much as I miss you
I want you to take me in your arms and hold me tight
Look into my eyes and kiss me
So I know everything's alright.
But that will never happen, will it?
Because I want to make it official
And you want to stay friends, and let things flow naturally.
But a romantic relationship doesn't just come naturally, someone has to make the first move.
I don't want i
HeartI love you. I'll say it a million times if I have to.
I'll say it as much as I need to,
I'll say it as much as you want me to,
I'll say it only to you.
I love you.
Dear CamI'm sick of looking at couples and being filled with jealousy and envy, but more importantly, being filled with sadness, loneliness, yearning and longing
I'm sick of having my dreams crushed and hopes dashed
I'm sick of wondering 'Why?' and 'Why me?'
I'm sick of being criticized
I'm sick of being scared and afraid
I'm sick of felling like I'm not good enough, like I'll never be good enough
I'm sick of all the work
I'm sick of being cooped up inside
I'm sick of not knowing what to do in college
I'm sick of wanting to be with him, of wanting to call him mine, and of wanting to kiss him, so badly
I'm sick of identifying so well with 'Reflection' from Mulan
I'm sick of being heart broken
I'm sick of feeling unwanted
I'm sick of feeling like I can't fully open up to anyone; like no one understands
I'm sick of being afraid to say the things that are on my mind
I'm sick of feeling immature and insecure
I'm sick of having hopes and dreams just to watch them fall apart
I'm sick of being sick of
Apology PoemI'm sorry.
I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start there. I'm sorry.
I never intended things to go as they did.
I want you to know, though, that I don't regret meeting you.
I want you to know that you're an amazing guy, and someday you will find an amazing girl.
She just won't be me.
You deserve so much better than me.
You deserve someone who shares your beliefs, or at the very least believes in God.
A girl who you can bring home to your parents,
A girl who you can talk to about your life without boundaries,
A girl who exists outside of this small, white computer.
A girl who finds your looks attractive and who won't say that she only partly fell in love with you.
A girl who will be more patient.
I want to be patient. I try to be patient.
But I see the couples, the boy holding the girl in his arms,
And I get jealous, because more than anything, I want to feel what they feel.
You deserve better than an impatient girl like me who gets jealous.
The simple truth is that I fell in love wi
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.
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?
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
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
Bitch TreeBitch tree, Bitch tree
You know what- you're a bitch tree
No you're probably not
I don't know- I don't even know what I'm saying
What exactly is a bitch tree?
If anyone has any clue please inform me
I'd love to know.
Bitch tree, Bitch tree
Maybe it's a family tree of people who are bitches
I wonder what would happen if a girl who believed in being nice came from a family of bitches
I think it produce something like Infected from Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Okay, now I'm just rambling off topic.
What exactly is my conclusion on that topic?
I think I know.
I conclude that a Bitch tree is a Birch tree without spell check.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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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