College life has me too busy to post anything.
So to all my die hard dA Friends (dragonhedgehog) I miss you :'D
History of a HeartI looked at her looking away and I said,History of a Heart by lupusbellum
“If I only here one thing from you let it be that I am the only one you’ll ever need,”
She turned her back and said,
“Don’t you know by now I can’t ever tell you that?
This life is too short for you and I,
So please forgive me if I don’t drop it for you,
If you ever cared you wouldn’t ask again,”
“How can you say that when we are so close?
I think about you always and I am always here,
Whenever you’ve needed me so you know I care,
It wouldn’t be much different from now but,
For a stronger bond and a different title!”
“And if it doesn’t work out what then?
I don’t want to lose you as a friend and,
Every one of my relationships has ended badly so,
I am not ready to take that chance,
“You are already losing me,
Pieces by day my heart is fading,
Please I need you in my life can’t you see,
You are the one I really
Road? River? Does it matter?Every twist and turn in the road,Road? River? Does it matter? by lupusbellum
Branching and joining again,
Or perhaps the metaphor best serves as a river?
Splitting and meeting again,
Fate, it seems, to care little for metaphor,
Only for her own endeavors,
But today I do not curse her,
For the road that meets mine.
Pinocchio had it rightThe ground beneath my feet,Pinocchio had it right by lupusbellum
Like dust or maybe ashes,
Feels like a breaking pane of glass,
And all the world is silent.
I look down and watch it all fall away,
But the isn’t dropping,
It seems I am ascending,
Time to start the play.
Watch me laugh,
Watch me dance,
Take a stab at dramatic romance,
Lead by script plain to read in the back.
Every jerk of my guiding strings,
Feels like razors in my flesh,
And compassion is all but dead,
From a heartless puppet master.
As the crowd looks on and laughs,
At the scenes and the masques,
I carefully grasp my escape,
Clutched in my palm yet again.
I slash at my guidelines,
As if they were a noose,
And the crowd laughs away at my foolishness,
And the puppet master laughs away at my attempts.
I’m just a puppet after all,
No feeling or free will,
Just the guiding of a marionette,
To make me think I am real.
Have not a hopeThink not of these words that I write,Have not a hope by lupusbellum
Or as you read that which I type,
Breathe not a solemn whisper into the night,
Of this text that is inscribed with anything but delight,
See not the meaning of these lines,
As they are engraved deep with my tines,
Hear not the voices in the mind,
That spins webs of thoughts too small to find,
Feel not the touch of honeyed lies,
Covering your skin to attract the flies,
Know not the meaning of this sight,
Take to the winds to flee here like wings to flight.