Okay! Forgive me if I don't reply for a while sometimes, I'm unfortunately very busy nowadays x.x
Here are the violets and their colors:



I might be lazy sometimes and not put their names each time they speak so bear with me and refer to the above x3; (hmm... Fuschia and Magenta are similar... -.-)

Anyhow! Here I go.

Magenta: Lady, Lady Taint, are you there?
Cobalt: *quietly* If you don't mind...
Indigo: ... Might we speak?
Slate: *gloomily* She might not answer, you know...

...I thought this was one of my better poems :/ But only one comment...;-;

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The silver dewdrops stream
Across the bottom of my laken eyes
As every passing wind is a nightmare
And the chills fell the teardrops;;
Sullen and heavy is my heart
With the softness of a dying angel
Lying atop it in an ache of sadness
For all is gone and I am guilty
In the aging war, depression

With a beat and a flutter
Doth the dewy drip-drop ascend to the heavens
Carried eternally and disallowed
To even query at a raindrop's destiny
Trapped forever in a grin, ne'r a rainbow
Only the pained, rippling reflection in a frozen pond
With mind and soul crippled by blissful
And a kiss full of anger and snaps of twigs
Where at the lightest tap doth she fall into the depths
Of the rueful rage and the anger caged
Until she rises up again to follies
She is I, forever I

Rage, beating down upon the innocents
And those who tried to put out the flame
Whose wick is oil and flame is spontane'us
And fangs will draw the bloods;;
I feast upon the flesh of my own
For I cannot let the rage escape but in small gasps
For I shall claw and rip and growl
In a hushed anger that is hushed to hide
The burning, the anger, seeping inside
Forever more, and ever more

Sinking forever into nothingness
I cannot describe, I cannot word
Within this, I am trapped
Forgotten and floating forever within
This emptiness, nei'er sad nor holding
The brightest joys;; no, simply empty
The gone, the nothingness of life
It feels as though I've floated away
For an eternity or more
I stand here and stand

[i]A little bit cocky with a sly, creepy grin
Doth the happiness invade and begins to peruse
And so she does, in creativity
Where dewblood drips from fingertip pricks
Until the sudden fatal blow and she falls down
Down in a spiral into the depression of unknown origins
Within a minute or less, she hath completed

Oh for the love of all that is sane in this world, why does life torture me so?!

Everything has just decided to screw with me in any way possible. I have held on strong for almost a year now, after the major meltdown that I had last year, I resolved that I would do everything to stop it from happening again. But as of late, I can see it happening again soon. I came so close to it tonight.

I've had a horrible day. I don't know where I went wrong, but I know that someone threw I monkey wrench into the system somewhere.

1. I arrive late for the bus and thus lose my seat to the most obnoxious freshmen you could ever meet.
2. In photo class, my negatives turn out wrong about 5 times no matter what I do. It is a lot more frustrating and heartbreaking than it sounds, especially after how hard I worked.
3. I have to get 4 complete pieces of quality artwork done before the first of December, which is really time consuming and stressful. This doesn't count the other 2 art classes I have.
4. My mom nags and berates me the entire way home about stuff that isn't important whatsoever.

Dazzl'n in the glory of the male of the pea
A dewdrop vege with vestige of the brow
With a fashion of feathers afloat of the neck
And a'furren with wings of the coat

Dazzling, dirty or well of the head
In the dewshine, she sparkles like life
Like a bird, like a fowl, like an angel; instead
She is Rowan, the hendeer enví

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Randomsauce x3;;

The cerebral cortex of my cranial cavity suffocates upon an ovarian discrepancy
Feminine homosapiens eradicate logical processes central to sanity
I have acquired emotional diarrhea orthogonal to rationality

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My Physics teacher spoke today about writing paragraphs using the biggest words you can and such.

So I ranted about PMS in a rhyme that would confuse small children. Awesomesauce, no?

:3

-gets down to business-
LET'S.
GETDOWNTOBUUUSINESS.
TODEFEAT.
THEHUUUUUNS.
-hit in face-

The Forest is the most creative, bright, and accepting community I've ever been introduced to. Everyone's got something great to say and it makes me feel fantastic when someone actually considers my ideas good. No one's putting anyone else down, and we can build on each others' ideas to make great points and new insight. And every time someone's down, there's always a member who appears in the nick of time to cheer them up. At the oekaki I'm familiar with, it's just disjointed comments and vague humor. On all of the petsites I've joined, it's simply too big to get any sort of personal. I love this place because we're like some wierd gypsy family who always supports each other. No matter how many times we get in fights, or start drama, there's always someone to cool it off or bring us down off of our high horses. All in all, it's a fantastic place we got here. No need to get so down. c:

-done- lol but srsly I felt the need to cheer at least somebody up.

when i come back from idle and someone's cast spells on my deer. it's like a little "hi, i stopped by."

whoever you were, you gave me some really neat pelts and antlers, and my magpie mask back. thank you!

Chapter 2 - A Sibling Journey

"Run, Coro! Run!", the father elk cried. The three deer moved swiftly, their legs already beginning to ache. The father, Mica, listened as the feet behind them were gaining ground. "Where were the others?", Oliva, the doe, questioned. "They already knew, they had moved on without us.", Mica replied. "Dad, I can't...", Coro, the fawn began when Mica interrupted him, "No, son! There is no stopping!"

Behind them were three lionesses, a small group that hunted on their own. Jaclyn, the leader, was a golden lioness and a natural decision-maker. The other two, Dominique and Artemis, had grey pelts and followed close behind.

Mica stopped and looked back, "There's no other option. I'll hold them off.", he said. "Mica, no...", Oliva began, but the elk nudged her, "Don't worry about me. Now go." "Dad...", Coro began to say. Mica smiled at him, "Go on, my son. Go and live." The mother and son turned and ran, both looking back one last time at their Mica.

The stag turned and charged at the lionesses. He lowered his head by the time they were in reach, connecting with Dominique and throwing her into a tree. Artemis leapt back, pouncing at him, but the stag was too fast for her, and he rammed into the mid-air lion and forced her to the ground.

Jaclyn had snuck behind the elk and pounced on him, biting at his back. The other two regained their breath and joined in, bringing the deer to his knees. They backed off, and Jaclyn stood before him. "Leave my herd alone...", Mica spat, but the lioness laughed, "When will you ever learn? The lion always gets the deer. Your kind belong to us." "Let's go get the two weak ones.", Dominique began, but Artemis shook her head, "No need. We have enough to eat here."

Permission to enter granted
Now follows the question, might I be
Allowed to see the seen
And will anybody see me there...

Been at least a few days since I've seen another deer...couple weeks since I've had much success in the forest...

:/...