Each month our admins picks their favorites from the gallery, and we put them in the featured folder for a month.
And here they are, the February selection!
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MercyWhisper and I will come to you
Raise your voice and I will come then, too
Seek refuge and find my warmth
Within my love, and nothing more
No less to love, no greater to hate
Rely on hope and trust in fate
Relax and breathe, an instinct to think
Of wants and needs and wonders and dreams
No fear at all, for all is I
And all you are, outside the mind
Begin to know the blasphemy
Like demons chasing after me
As a devil disguised as a god
But "god" is a synonym for "fraud"
Reality is yours to create
Happy or not, you hold a clean slate
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have not
There was a time before Moria fellIn here rests a piece of Dwarven lore
about the purest vein of mithril ore
found deep within the rocky earth
not too far from its molten core
Down, down in to the depths we tilled
with desires of empty pockets to be filled
So far beneath our burning hearths
hauling up stone and gems to be milled
A blinding light then pierced the dark
"Cannot be real!" We thought, "Just a lark."
Falling hammers and chisels soon gave birth
The expectations soared beyond their mark
Its lustrous gleam of pale radiance
left us in an inescapable of trance
"Just look at this vein, look at its girth"
We dug till we could craft mithril pants
But shadows filled th
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reach
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?
Please be strong
Driving LessonsSunday afternoon, July 15th
"So you mind telling me what happened again?"
"I was punching my father in the head when I managed to ram into the damn pole, okay?!"
"Why were you punching your father?"
"Because he is an idiot, all right?! If you had to handle his crap for the past nine years, you would wanna hit him, too!"
"Look, what happens in your family stays in your family, kid."
Isshin pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing that even thought Ichigo respected the law, there was only so much of the police and their frustration he could handle. "Ichigo, call Yuzu and tell her we'll be late. I'll handle the rest of this."
Ichigo gave a
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Mary's Little LambMary had a little lamb
Its fleece as black as coal.
It crept into her room one night
And devoured Mary's soul.
Soldier-boyGo on ahead little soldier-boy
make your mama proud.
Serving your country with loyalty,
your courage knows no bounds.
Keep your head up, soldier-boy,
a cold gun is in your fingers,
and although days have passed,
the memories will always linger.
Keep praying good ol' soldier-boy
as bombs paint across the sky.
Your friends are in a better place
no time for you to cry.
Don't stop moving my brave soldier-boy
the sun has not yet set
the enemy is closing in
one shot is all that's left.
Hold your breath scared soldier-boy
the fiends are at your tail
they'll hunt you down mercilessly
as your mission is marked 'fail'
Close your eyes dear soldie
role model [part 1]the sun shone bright on the jet black road
and the grass just off course was where i sat alone
admiring the world, wondering at the speeding cars
staying 'til after sunset, waiting to see the stars
but one single driver decided to change my plan
the truck stopped and out got, twice my age, a man
who seemed discontent, but still pleasant enough
terribly mad at the world, yet not labeled as such
with bright blue eyes behind sun-bleached hair
he couldn't help but match my mesmerized stare
he called me beautiful, and i called him quite nice
then heard myself agreeing to take an unexpected ride
cos, you can never foresee the strangers
You Drive Me CrazyYou
breathe into me a heavy dose of inebriation
making my pulse race to a wild sensation.
Your lips make me tremble in a senseless fever,
Waking up all the passion that is capable to
Drive
me to limits that I've never realized.
You, my love, are fire and ice materialized.
Your kiss is a fever that burns
Me
to my core. And here, dearest, I write for you
a poem of how you intoxicate me, a poem
about how you drive me
Crazy.
As I remember youA date in the foggy future
When we may meet again
In the baking sun, as before
Or in a downpour?
We'd sing to the open air
Dance as wild as we dare
You would tell me that you care
For me
We'd forget we had to sleep
Until I fall asleep
With my head on your chest
Watching the stars
In your arms
But I'm getting ahead of myself
I met you just once
You smiled at me teasingly
I turned shyly away
I'm just a young woman
Romanticising love
I only know your first name
Be there
Adam
I Miss YouI remember the way you hold me
I remember the things you told me
I remember the activities we used to do
But now, it's just me
I miss you, I miss you
I remember your smile
I remember how I couldn't lie to you
I remember how you loved me so
More than I could ever know
I miss you, I miss you
You were there for me in each step that I take
You were a mother to me
Probable even more, you're my grandma
But now, I'm sitting here
Everything's blurry, not so clear
I miss you, I miss you
How could this happen?
This wasn't planned
Every night I cry
Thinking about what might have been
If you were here by my side
You were an angel in disguise
Back when you were still alive
You're still part of my life
No matter what
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
From your curly hair, to your wrinkled feet
From the path you took, to the end of your seat
I miss you, I miss you
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