AdornWatered eyes remain untouched.Voices dilate with sharpened jewels.Tenderness, tempers, pity; upheld.Glossed limbs construct every palette.
CelestialWyverns within glass.Illustrate cosmic mountains.Of translucent waves.
ConstructDownward stairs uphold brittleness.Solidified windows exude flameless stains.Indirect doors withhold unvoiced prophecies.Tattered gardens reek fortified veins.
DisinfectPowdered rivers drench porcelain curtains.Throughout residences of youthful hands.Which, of serpents and decadence, erode upon description.As ensnared coils within fiery sands.
Of My OwnMy excessive oils arrange octagonal spines.Upon indirect lavishness, nearest arctic wonders.Whether, of clarity, or, within thorough, looming pockets.Clouded arrangements define unobserved pacts.
NoiselessGreying hands behold.Parallel tones align thoughts.Vocals separate.
ArrangementPlatters of stone engulf waxen absences.Acidic teas parch winded floors.Rustic spillages engulf waterless remains.Ceramic spices ignite immeasurable doors.
ObstructCyclonic whispers collide.Mountainous hums meander.Boisterous tales coincide.Of absolutions; slandered.
Reflective SolaceMirrored lakes reflect.The rains of tranquility.A soundless image.
I'm Minnish and I Know ItWhen I teleport by.Link be lookin' like "Damn, he flies."I blast the street, searching for Zelda with my magic *Beep*This is how I roll. Putting on the Minnish cap, total control (Yeah)It's Vaati with the long silk hairAnd like Ganondorf I want the heirGirl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.Girl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.When I walk through Hyrule, this is what I see.Everybody stops and cowers at meI got magic in my hand and I ain't afraid to show it (Show it, show it)I'm Minnish and I know it.YeahWhen I'm at the Inn, the bartender won't let me inAnd when I'm at the tower, I check on Zelda every hour (What?)This is how I roll, come on Zelda it's time to goWe headed to the tower, baby don't be dourNo come, no go, I still have the power.Girl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.Girl look at that
Thank you(French version below)Since that day when you fell from the Golden GateFoundered with so many other human wrecks, solitary;One more treasure lost down to the abyss,And a part of me that will remain sunk forever.I forgot you.I hardly believed there was still enough room in my heart...You would have liked him. Everything about him reminds me of you.I needed a fresh start, a new life;The chalk walls bore the indelible mark of our fingersThe wind's blast whispered in my ears as you used to doOur footprints on eternal snows, and an edelweiss who slept there.I saw you through his smile.I had to forget you.Thank you...For being the drug that made my piteous brain workThe foundation that prevented me from collapsing and being crushedMy Moon while the Sun burned my epidermis aliveMy oxygen, this lung I missed and cravedFor loving me and making me feel gorgeousThank you and... sorry I lied to you.I will never be able to forget you.Merci
Failure and PromiseIt's a bitter failWhen you can't prevailYou start to hang the mast and sail...Don't worry, be strong,you were never in the wrong,Let your heart out, come along...Failure isn't so depressing,Think of it more as a blessing,So you can live your life of wonder and guessing...Trial and error may not feel the bestThe more you fail the more you testYou shouldn't stop, only to rest...Life will never be perfect,Don't leave yourself out for neglect,Do something good and you'll gain respect!
SuicideI'm hurtBy peopleThey don't wanna admitThey did these things to meThat ruined my whole lifeI was leftOn the groundWith a broken armAnd a bleeding noseAfter mathsWhen I got an AI had to be punishedBecause I was too smartThey said I am a slutBecause they saw mewith a guySo they kicked me in the stomachand threw me of the stairsI'm counting the bruisesThirteen, fourteenAnd I wear my long-sleeved shirtEven though it's summerMy mom doesn't knowshe's busy with her own troubleAnd she says I'm not the daughterShe wants me to beand then she starts to cryIt's on my armI can cut throughBecause I wanna see my painI waitThe tears falling downI wait until the perfect momentAnd then I make myself feel the pain againI've sufferedFor so longAnd you never stoppedYou made me breakyou made me fallNow I'm a broken bodya broken soulWith bleeding handsand a motherthat tells meI'm not good enoughWhy should I live?
SelfI’m afraid of being afraid, worried about feeling worried, and anxious about my anxieties.Confusion, confusion, confusion, sense.Losing self while trying to gain my strength, finding nowhere while trying to escape my somewhere.Smiling only to end up wiping away my tears.Crying only to end up intensely inspired.Writing to let my soul drip ink; over pages as I blink away the ache falling from my eyes.Feeling so alive, feeling so untouchable, feeling like I can fly.Cowering into a corner when I’m what scares me most.Holding my hand out until I grab it on the other side.Confusion, confusion, confusion, sense.I blossom, only to shrivel up, I shrivel up, only to blossom. I live only to die, I die only to live.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
SelectionsPuzzled slices compose dreams.Blackened, whitened, or dyed.As, mumbled depths dissipate.Charming wastelands arise.
centerpiece what is up with you? my words fall upon deaf ears. you're as spineless as a slug.mucus coats your wordsIs there anything, but a gaping chasm between us? wads of cotton stuff the opening of your mouth, giving you reason to remain silent.I'm beginning to think I'm imagining this. meticulously, i plot our future only to have my hopes crushed.I'm learning to expect the unexpected. the lead in your tongue is like a shard of glass to my heart.i'm not a quitter but i'm giving up.
Chilled WisdomTo quiet fjords frozen and deep oceans rested, I journey by darkness to exist with the crested.For the years that were wasted have at last taken their tolls; my being longs for serenity, near the chilling, soft souls.Upon the solid, whitish mountains lay my ancestor's lives, their bones of icy marrow, but never frozen their eyes.With them I shall rest, nevermore gracing the skies; my existence is now over, for I am one of the wise.
Happiness's LieHappiness is...The wolf in sheep's clothing
DeathPeople are hereand then they are not.we brush our teeth,hold hands,workout everyday all the while forgettingthat these temporary mechanisms,these compilations of pleasures and blood,of bones and bruises,of vessels and kisses are just hostsfor a party of angels and demons.I am here to talk abouta boy that I loved.The one I held in my handslike a baby as he breathed likea leaf sunburned by the June sunand died.he held on to me,more than physically,begging me to understand that we, as human beingsare not bodies with souls,but we are instead soulswith bodies.
The LostTheir eyes stolenBy their own handsThey are frozenBound to stoic land
DRAW OC CONTEST! (ENDED)EDITED: now you can also draw my new OC kairi if you want to ^^hello dear, awesome watchers and other awesome people! me and my friend :iconthebananafly: have decided to throw a little contest! i know, right!it'll be awesome, i just know it! everyone is welcome and please COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO JOIN, THANKS! so, these are the OCs you can choose from: more ref for elliot here:http://kyuubixkitsune.deviantart.com/art/Introducing-OC-Elliot-468918086and for bodil and greta here:http://thebananafly.deviantart.com/art/Introducing-OC-Greta-466584043http://thebananafly.deviantart.com/art/Bodil-466583428You have the freedom of drawing them in any outfit you want. It can be something they wear in one of their refs, but does
The InsomniaThe insomniaIs haunting me,Every sleepless nightI spent watchingOut of the windowAnd wondering.What does it mean?Is there somethingThat I should beWorried about?Is there someBig eventWhich is comingTowards me?Don't know whatIt means,But what I do knowIs that it can'tBe good!
DictateEntice every prejudice.Ensnare every pride.Uphold greying principles.And, furthermore, collide.