Your head.



I ated it.

...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

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

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...

:/...

I can has new avy, yes?

I do fan art for u'z if you do! XD; If you can wait a while until I get inspiration!!!

Or...a fan poem. I've been very poetic recently. Your choice :3

*has images*















I'd want 2 seconds each :3 Eternal loop of doom, mwahaha.

*evil grin* I'm a pain, aren't I?

Deer updates should have their own SEPERATE space on this site.

*runs off*

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Ringle, ringle, does the bell ring
In a world filled with deer that can talk, some can sing
Even if our emotions are splayed with these few
Little actions we do, is that all we can do...?

I carve unto the snow the pictograms of brethren
Of the faes and of the does
And so the stags and gendered last
I see that we can be made

How I wish I could carve
All my actions in words
But the deer that we are
Cannot know of a lange'

It's as though, without language,
We only have actions
Our actions are limits
To our thoughts and our dreams

It's as though, in the forest
I differ from here
For there...I am a deer
And my language is fear

So I speak to you now
And I cannot be wise
For eternity rests
Within languageless eyes

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Other animals thoughts are very limited, are they not? Imagine if you could only think...without language, without words, only actions and sounds. It's just...very confusing.

And explains why other animals can't be quite as wise as we are. You try and think without using language and words x3 It's...hard.

Angelically, of crystalline
Of spun dovewoven weed
And marbled gates with swinging doorways
Oh, the champagne gleams
This is the nightmare, is the story
How I wish it would never end...
For her lungs collapse at last,
At last, this is the neverend...

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I'm feeling like myself for once in a few weeks...it's amazing...*sighs*...

So I just let words flow from my mind unto the keyboard, lol...