May 17, 2012 - 1:27am — Poppyflower
Mama, I know....
I know I wasn`t like most of the other fawns.
I maybe, I thought maybe I wasn`t maybe as...
Pretty, as
Nice, as
Playful, or
Talented, as
Most fawns.
I wondered why you didn`t like me.
Then I found out why you didn`t love me anymore.
It was
because
of
the
limp.
I remember when you used to love me. When you used to call me brave and special.
But I felt like I didn`t deserve it. That I had to prove myself to you, and to the other fawns who said what I thought.
Though all it did was make you hate me.
I`m sorry. I should have never tried to climb to the oak.
Then maybe I wouldn`t have fallen.
And
maybe
You
would
still
love
Me.
I`m so sorry.
Maybe I shouldn`t have tried then all those times, to win you back. To make you love me.
But you seemed to like the others better than me. Your own son?
I couldn`t just take it! I loved you so I hated myself so that you could love me and that made me want to MAKE YOU LOVE ME, MAMA! Why wouldn`t you look at me, not once.
You loved me and then you loved me, as you saw me fall your sweet, kind love fell with me.
And this limp is the burden of the hatred I carry. Though hatred for what?
So then I promised, I swore to myself that I would prove my bravery. I would climb higher, and farther than any deer had ever gone before. I could would should win you back, Mama.
Because I felt like a corward, Mother.
If I were brave, I would have held on...
All those times I called, "Look, Mama, can you see me! Look at me! I`m your brave boy!"
You just pushed me away, said I shouldn`t try such things with that pitiful limp of mine.
But I wanted to be brave, Mama. I wanted to make you proud. I wanted to make you love me. Again.
So, I went and searched the forest... till I came to them. The white statue. You had never let me near them, saying that they didn`t think that a imperfect fawn was worthy to pray before them.
May 16, 2012 - 8:36am — Iaurdagnire
It's my birthday! Woop-Woop quarter of a century, pass me my zimmer frame.
Your challenge this year is to fill this blog with bunnies of the adorable kind. Also amazing cakes, can anyone remember my favourite flavour from last year...?
Love you c:
May 16, 2012 - 1:28am — Rutilus
more writing, rated m as usual. I'm on some kind of late-night roll here, man, can't help it. I feel like I'm spamming, but...oh well.
m, guys. there's some weird implied shit here.
...yup, this is a weird one. seriously. you probably shouldn't read this.
you've been warned.
...really. if you're on 'BUT THINK OF THE CHILDREN!' island, stay out.
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hey! kid! you wanna earn a dime?
stroll up to that chick an' put her face outta line
she won't bite nor bark, she's thin as a bird
an' her voice is too weak to be heard
you like games, boy? I'll show you
the games I played when I was young
it's a little bit gritty, and painful, too
shut your eyes and bite down on your tongue
three weeks since I last saw your face
did she say she'd go far this time?
a wild night out can twist your mind outta place
you'd be better off with me inside
hey, boy, you're getting older
and the nights are growing colder
promise you won't tell them what I did?
I'd hate to have to hurt you, kid