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The Choice is Yours...Two paths traversed in a wood
One was built with treacherous rocks
the other was ashes or soot
I made my choice without fail.
I picked my prison, my jail.
For when I walked on the rocks,
And as this blood
was quickly shed
I espied another, one on her own
Back at the path, down in the gloam
She was covered in jewels and gems
and on her head, shone a single diadem
In robes of crimson she was draped and wore
I had not seen this woman before...
She chose the path to roam, alone
Not the path that was covered in stone,
But The path that was covered
in in obsidian jet attire
In coal it was bathed- She thought of it no more.
For she picked up her robes She heavily bore-
And the path which shone like raven in the noonday sun
She picked up the pace and started to run...
And as quickly as she ran through the piceous mire
She was lost, and absored
Instantly consumed by fire.
I chose the rocks
Now I understand-
All things are going
according to plan...
There were two doors
at the end of this
Beauty from AshesI've braved my tests: I passed. I've endured my trials and tribulations.
I live my pain, everyday: every moment: every dream is a nightmare.
Is this not enough? Must I walk through fire as proof that I'm good enough?
Worthy enough? That I am all that you seek?
Hand me the torch and tie me to the stake.I will set myself on fire as proof.
I will burn with my dignity: which was stolen from me: yet I regained.
Let me have that as a fools gold, when my ashes cool.
Take what is left behind as pure: in hopes that is what is the real treasure.
SnapshotIn the end
we all disintegrate
into tiny particles of flesh
pieces of glitter
spewn over lifes' canvas
we become art, in our non-existance
as if living never mattered.
Hang me on your wall
remember me thusly:
I was a ghost, a transparent image
formed into celluloid
for one split moment
just for you.
So keep that photo
to remember me by.
Because when I'm gone...
and there is no turning nor coming back.
Not even in spirit.
I wouldn't waste my time....
death is a gift
the soul determines
and at that exact moment:
And ascendance occurs.
I won't be gone for long.
I am not so easily forgotten
But keep that photo.
I will live, again, through you.
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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