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InvasiveDayaram Toaro picks her way carefully through the brush, bow drawn, arrow knocked and ready to fly. She found the most beautiful elk earlier in the day--Dayaram was certain its flesh would be tender and tasty. She watced her target carefully, waiting for exactly the perfect moment to strike. With a grin, she raised her bow, aiming carefully and drawing back the arrow. Her eyes widened in anticipation, her grip starting to loosen carefully to let the arrow sail smoothly into her target, her beautiful, graceful elk. "Hey!" she heard, winced, and jumped. She wasn't the only one to hear--the elk's head shot up and darted around for but a second before shooting away into the trees. Dayaram growled out a curse in frustration of losing her dinner, turning toward the stranger that had so rudely interrupted her. She was still poised to shoot her arrow, even as she turned toward the person who called out to her.
Dayaram had been ready to shoot, and dammit, if her arrow wasn't going to go into an
StalkIt is mid-Spring. The sky is only just beginning to darken; the air is cool, but not quite cold. Lea can hear twigs snap as her target walks through the trees. She'd been trailing behind for some time now, quite interested in the newcomer. Usually, the most activity Lea saw was during the day; in the brightest hours. They didn't seem to be in any hurry; indeed, they were simply meandering through the trees sprinkled over the ground in clusters varying in density. they carefully picked their way through the most dense pockets, savoring the small clearing peppered throughout. Lea couldn't remember by now how long she'd been following. She knew it had still be bright when they arrived. She wondered if they knew just where they are. She hadn't ever seen them before--did they know their way around? ... Did they know Lea was following them? Suddenly, the stranger stopped, and so did Lea. She froze, too far away from any trees to hide behind to bring herself to flee. Eyes widening, Lea found
IntruderMaria sat on her stool, like she always did. Lilya had seemed especially affectionate towards her lately, frequently complimenting her. She wondered if Lilya was alright; she certainly wasn't acting herself. But, Maria did not ask. She never did, only sat there, looking pretty, offering all the comfort she could with a sympathetic look. Lilya smiled at her--so odd--and nodded once before leaving the room. Maria sat for hours, it seemed, and before she knew it, the sky outside the sitting room's window was pitch black. Maria guessed it was nearing midnight, if it had not already come. Everyone must have been asleep, Maria thought; at least, those who had not been assigned any sort of task that required prolonged stays anywhere but here. Maria envied those who were allowed tasks and such. No matter. Maria had her own purpose. She would serve it eventually, she hoped.
Another few hours passed. Maria heard a clink and then a crash. Still, Maria did not rise. She simply sat, listened, and w
Summons"Riyo," Lilya said sternly. Riyo had recently developed the habit of daydreaming, and it was proving irksome for Lilya. "Uh, hmm...? Oh! Yes, Ms.?" Riyo had responded, finally. Lilya was in no mood to be tested; Riyo would need to be punished, if this kept up. Riyo didn't pay attention for long. Lilya could see it in her eyes, which had gone totally unfocused. "Riyo!" Lilya said again, less patient now. Riyo flew from the stool she sat upon. She looked like she was being physically thrown to the ground. "Oof," she mumbled, pushing herself up. "I apologize." Riyo got up to her feet. Her lip was bleeding; she'd bitten down on it when she fell. Her eyes landed on the puppet mirror of her in Lilya's hand. Riyo may have been new, but she knew the horrors Lilya was capable of with that silly little doll alone. "What task do you have for me today?"
"For once it's not mine. Someone called for you. Any idea who?"
"No, I don't have any family or anything."
"Regardless, someone knows you. T
Confrontation"I just don't understand why you keep leading her on," Zi said with a huff, crossing her arms as her chin angled toward the ceiling. Lilya and Sylia had just left for Their latest task. Loe didn't have the details; he didn't ask, and he didn't care to. All he knew was that whatever it was that they always did, it reduced Sylia to a bundle fo shaking and nerves, and he'd taken it upon himself to keep her calm--not by Lilya's orders, but he figured she appreciated having a puppet with a calm mind, even if she never told him directly of her appreciation. Loe did work a thankless job. "Zi," he said, as calm and collected as ever, "you know she gets nervous. It's not going to help anyone if she's so nervous that she can barely talk. I don't think I'm 'leading her on.'"
"Of course you are, and you know exactly what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything. We all need each other here, Zi. My loyalties lie with you, but Miss Sylia is one of our own. Like it or not, we are all a family."
Party Crasher"Zi, Loe, close at nine; feed Riyo and Maria when you can," Lilya says as she enters the front of her shop, tugging Sylia along by the elbow. Lilya wore her usual attire, and Sylia had been made up in subtle make-up and a flowing lavender-colored dress. Sylia stood nervously as Lilya took Zi aside to give her some sort of direction or order, leaving Loe to watch a shaking Sylia shifting her weight between her feet. A dozen times, Sylia had done exactly what she was about to, but it never made her any less jittery. She jumped when she felt Loe's hand land lightly on the small of her back. "You look beautiful," he assured her, "and you will do just fine." Sylia knew Loe belonged to Zi--she did--but she always appreciated this short, intimate moment she and Loe shared almost every time she was headed off to complete a new task for Lilya. Loe really did make it more bearable, and he always managed to sooth her nerves before it was time to leave. Sylia took a deep, steadying bre
ShoppeThe bell above the shop door rings as a new customer walks in. Zi sweeps the floor as Loe counts the money in the cash register. Lilya is no where in sight. Immediately, Zi stops what she's doing and leans her broom against a counter. "Hello," she starts, her voice flat and monotonous, "How can I--" Zi is not given the time to finish her sentence before Loe cuts in. He shoots her an indeterminable look before turning toward the customer. The quiet click as the register drawer moves back into place is audible in the small, dead-silent shop. "How can we help you?" Loe's voice was just as flat as Zi's, but not so monotonous, and had an air of authority about it. Loe never referred to him and Zi as anything but a pair, even in casual conversation; he had always felt especially protective of his Zi. He didn't think he could handle himself if ever he were to be separated from Zi, and he knew she felt exactly the same way towards him. Zi seemed peaceful enough, but Loe knew better. She was a
Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
To KikaiDear Kikai,
There are a lot of things I can't explain to you, such as why I would write a letter to you in the first place; or, better yet, why I would be writing it at three in the morning. You'll have to excuse me if I don't make sense or start babbling.
As I said, there are somethings I honestly can't explain to you. I already told you a few, but wanna hear a few more? I can't explain to you why you like Rachel so. I cannot explain why she likes Ben better. And, I cannot say why Ben likes her too. I just don't know the answers. I suppose its just that sometimes, things happen. Maybe we don't like them, and maybe we wish something different might have happened.
Now, I could go on, right now, for a while about what-ifs—what if things WERE different?; what if you were more normal?—however, that wouldn't change anything would it? But, I'd like to at least try to offer some advice, if I could.
Maybe I sound stupid, but I think things happen for a reason. Ma
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
HowlHe’s a dancer in the dark
With unearthly rhythm
She’s the moon he left to sleep
In a sky without her stars
Like a poem led by lust
In a world of not to happen
Like a symphony of phoenix flights
On a December night
Singing for the ones they laid to rest
On their holy ground
Without an Earth
He’s the wolf
Howling with regrets
In a world of his own madness
She’s the moon
Without a sky to hold her high
In the night
Like the odds are not in favor
Like the sun that conquers
And the moon on someone else's sky
Like the legends we used to fear
Children by the fire’s flames
We used to be believers
In a world without its hope
Dream, boy, dream of wonder
In a world without sparkle
Like stormy days
In a September goodbye story
Of sleepless nights and awaken dreamers
Stars that pierce the sky
Are just children of regrets
Of a love that never happened
But always echoed in the night
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
What is Love?What is love?
Love is caring for someone more than you care about yourself.
Love is NOT trying to change someone to better suit you.
Love is caring for someone so much that you just want to be around that person no matter what.
Love is NOT guilting someone into loving you too.
Love is someone you couldn't stop thinking about if you tried.
Love is NOT pushing someone away the moment things gets rough.
Love is following your heart no matter what.
Love is NOT making excuses for your actions just to seem more desirable.
Love is caring for that one person's happiness endlessly, even if that person doesn't love you too.
Love is NOT forcing someone to want you the way you want them.
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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