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The uncolored tattoo"I want to be just like her"
Shes creative, Beautiful, and a strong person
I tell my mom how wonderful my amazing cousin is
Her phases obviously phase my mom
All iv'e done can't compare to all her accomplishments
A role model, I'm lucky to know her
Not focusing on her wrong decisions
But focusing on how she overcame those decisions
Worried she'll disown me
Wondering if she'll only see me as a freak
Will she be proud or ashamed
Won't she respect my pursuit of happiness?
Your style can't change your personality
Your style can certainly define you
I love who I am
And i'm excited to know who I will be
JosephThe utter hatred in my heart grows for him everyday
It's like a tumor, branching out profoundly
He has a special place in my heart
I will happily rip it off, with poisonous blood surrounding.
His "love" was injected into a scar
It lasted long like an oak
No one could see it from afar
But the disappearance woke.
Like salt water compared to clear
It was obvious how I was consumed by fear
Every flaw had been ripped of it's mask
His immature fantasies were always his task.
He had no mother, no bitter love to raise him
How does not his mother know the hassle this has caused?
The price was paid by me and others alike
We are girls, women, PEOPLE, not "toys"
My lips burn when he talks to me
My eyes melt as if his appearance were acid
My blood boils when he looks at me
He's dirty, sick, and a sadistic pig.
My love goes to you: The future
My ever growing hatred to you: Dearest Joseph
I will spit on your grave when it soon comes
I will laugh when I watch you breathe your last breath...
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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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