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[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Is that—
Is that the nerd who I am seeing?¿?¿
*hugs Leo*
Leoooo, it's been a while, I missed seeing ya so much!
I hope you've been doing well.. <333
04-15-2019, 04:57 AM (This post was last modified: 04-15-2019, 02:30 PM by Devilad.)
[div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"][align=right]* For religion assignment on suffering
Suffering
/ˈsəf(ə)riNG/
Noun
I. The state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship. The state where your flesh becomes the walls of thorns, with vines tangled all over your rib cage—piercing you, twisting you, making you breathless and speechless. No storms from your bloodshot eyes can take down the fire that rages within you, like the dying stars of hollow night. No hurricanes from your bruised hands can tear away the chains that clings onto you, as if you were cursed for being just a Human. The state where you can hope it will all go away, but hoping only burns.
II. Being subjected to the influences of people who dresses up as monsters, baring all teeth and claws, all terror and pride. While they use words and weapons that can bring down groups and nations, not only does Humans kill, but so do Mother Nature who can bring down the whole world from her wail to a flash of her wicked grin. Unlike Humans, Mother Nature, draped with starlights and sunlights, beautifully crafted as a divinity, have always conquered over the kingdoms of lands that are made out of organs and bones.
III. The realization that nothing ever ends poetically as we make them to be. There is just death.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.2;"]'tis the nerd <33
*hugs back* i've missed you so much !! and your beautiful writing / unique writing style u g h , you never cease to amaze me with that and your graphics <3
& thank you bb !! i hope the same for you as well !!
that's ,,, i can't even put it into words . if that's for a grade , you better get a Fantastic grade on it or i'm gonna Fight
[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Oh my gosh, Leo, I just became active on this site again and you're gently killing me already!! ghxjand you are too damn sweet for me... ;; I can definitely say the same with your beautiful creations too, as always, do I look forward to seeing what you got in dandy sleeves! c: <33
You're absolutely welcome and I am, thank you!! <3
abhjskha I highly appreciate your king words, friend, thank you so much!!!
But, honestly, especially for the fact I actually managed to get that poem done at nearly 1am... I Better...
04-15-2019, 08:58 PM (This post was last modified: 04-16-2019, 04:24 PM by TRΔSH.)
[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; color: #000"]Tracking, may place them in a group, if not just used for Astrifer's development
Edit: Going to be drop them in the end, but, oh well, I love Trash so much, so—
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[b]❝ THE CURSED ONE ❞ â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
You can't help the ones you hurt
I can't save you from yourself
[b]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬â€ BADLANDS' WORM . PENNED BY DEVILAD . [color=#fff]STORAGE
You dreamt of tearing eyes, and hanging limbs, and dying hisses. You dreamt them as much as you imagined of the cold, thin air being filled with iron and wails that led Reality soon bent from the distorting reds and blues. Until white became black, until light became dark, there was darkness; but with the screams, and confessions, and apologizes, andâ€â€andâ€â€and everything.
To them, it was the song of tragedy made from dear lonely world.
To you, however, with your soft skin coated with thick blood and heavy lungs of steel, you would think it was just you.
xx/xx/xxxx
"Let it die."
"Let it die."
"Let it die."
But you were only a baby.
You were just barely alive.
xx/xx/xxxx
You couldn't remember anything but the dirt and blood sticking to your tongue and skin. The many white eyes staring at youâ€â€perhaps, beyond what you presented to them. What felt like hundreds of snakes slithered across your sweats and tears. The burning of your back as you thought you were becoming a fire itself. The whispers you wished were the breezes that doesn't speak of cutting tissues and burning eyes. The Sun sneering at your presence with the Clouds fondly brushing the Sky, sighing at its cheeky attitude. The Moon wishing you a good night with the Stars burning more brighter just for you.
Bruised body, trembling soul, in the end, you were trying your best.
xx/xx/xxxx
BANG, BANG, BANG
BANG, BANG, BANG
BANG, BANG, BANG
xx/xx/xxxx
Who could you trust?
Who could you side with?
xx/xx/xxxx
Slice, slice, slice
Slice, slice, slice
Slice, slice, slice
xx/xx/xxxx
"You are the crack of the sky, the final breath of stars, the death of life itself."
xx/xx/xxxx
Never, had you felt more empty and lonely than the moment your veins were filled with dusts and ashes. You couldn't eat, or walk, or see, orâ€â€orâ€â€orâ€â€anything when all you could think of was your home, home, home, home, home...
12/13/2035
You didn't remember much of how it started. You only breathed, you only lived.
You just existed. All shakes and scars. All lovely and lonely.
"Who are you?" asked someoneâ€â€a Springfielder they called themself.
Not home.
Not ever.
Nevertheless, youâ€â€a former Zodaiâ€â€whispered, "Ah...Astrifer."
Bearer of Stars.
04/14/2039
Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip...
Narrowed brown eyes on gray long teeth, tongue peeks slightly out of cracked lips. Its grip tightens around the holes. Melody twists within a gentle hum as the small paper before it was being cut, cut, cut.
Unsteady sounds of its current shaky existence through effort and comfort leaves from the massive library. While its stomach find itself against the surface, the burns gradually form between the tissues of its arms and hands, but nevertheless, it only grips the scissor more tightly. Zig zag is the pattern.
Left, right, left, right.
All until it nearly bounces in its position. "Ve-ve-oila!"
Glancing at its side, nearby, a Mexican black kingsnake watches it with his own beady eyes. Gleaming, as always. It imagines him being constantly excited to see what it is doing.
"Astrifer mmm...makes fo-fo-for Drake," it beams, taking a brown short pencil crayon and clumsily filled in the whiteness. Eventually, through the joyful skips of its gentle heart, it places what should be a jagged cowboy hat on the snake's head.
Ssss, hisses Drake, his tongue flicking out a few seconds before it slides back into his mouth.