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I hope that
You were lying
When you said
It never meant a thing
Because I learned everything
I know about love
From watching you sleep.
I learned what it means
To care about someone
From the rhythm of
Your heartbeat
As I lay on your chest
Trying to make my breaths
In Sync with yours.
Sometimes life gets in the way
And has a different plan for us
Than we do for ourselves.
I hear that you are happy
And doing well.
If some time in the future,
I catch your eye
From across the room,
I will smile at you
In the hopes that it will convey
Everything I need to say.
I loved you.
I still do,
Just in a new way.
Thank you for teaching me
What it means to love
Unconditionally.
I owe all that I am
To all that we were.

Sometimes, when the sky is just the right shade of grey,

and the rain is rhythmically pattering on my bedroom window, 
and the outside air is sharp but the inside air is heavy and comforting, 
I get this itch to write.

My fingers want to dance across the keys 
and create songs of clicking to match the rhythm of the rain. 
But often times, when my body wants to write my mind doesn’t have anything to say and so I sit curled up in my chair staring out my window, 
watching the time slip away from me.

Or I sit with my laptop on my lap 
and watch the blank screen glare at me, 
taunting me.

I’ve read hundreds of stories and millions of words in my lifetime. 
I’ve lived in other countries, times, universes. 
I’ve been young and old, 
male and female, 
canine and demigod. 
I’ve had the ability to fly, read minds, cast spells and speak to animals. 
I have been a villain and a hero, a loser and a victor. 
I have travelled through the visions of hundreds of creative minds, and lived the lives they have crafted,

but when I turn the final page, 
I always end up right back where I started, 
sitting in my room.

Though I have travelled to magical and horrible places, 
lived all of those lives for a brief period of time, 
I can never truly be anyone else for more than a moment.

I am just a boy, 
sitting alone in his room. 
I have no special powers 
or great adventures to share. 
I get up before the sun each morning 
and drag myself off to school 
with all of the other semi-sleeping zombies that live in my town 
and after school I drag myself home in a daze
and retreat back to my room to sit amongst a sea of papers, 
and textbooks 
and grades.


I hold a pencil in my hand,

Desperate to create a world of my own 
where I can escape 
and live any life I can imagine.

Desperate to find my own magic power in ink 
so that in between classes, 
and homework, 
and sleep 
and responsibility, 
I can write myself into another universe 
and live within the pages I have created for myself.

In my universe I can be anyone, live anywhere, do anything.

So as I sit by my window with my laptop on my knees, 
I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the millions of words I’ve absorbed to swirl around me. 
I am searching for my story. 
Somewhere in the massive library of souls, my own is waiting.

One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll have found it.
One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll be transported into the world I created for myself. 
One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll be gone.

There are women of kidness.
of gentle hearts and soft words
there are women with hummingbirds hearts
compassionate and fragile little things, with
tender hands and flowers in their hair
whose eyes know of nothing
but beauty and love and peace, who are
the roses, but no the thorns

She is not one of those women

She is angry and terrifying and vicious
with incandescent eyes and hair like flames
she burns, and burns you, and burns herself,
and she rises, rises, rises,
keeps on rising because there are no limits
for girls like her, not even the sky

she is not a hummingbird, she is a phoenix
rising, rising, rising higher
from the ashes where she herself burned
and to the ashes where
she will burn again and again
she is Icarus and she is Dedalus
her wings melting only to reform
reshape, remade, born anew
all jagged edges and Sharp theeth
she will eat you alive if you let her

(and you will let her, because she's eaten your heart once before)

hers is the rage that has burned down empires,
that has felled once-great nations,
asll-consuming and powerful and ruthless
and there is no forcé on eart, nor in heaven
or hell that can trully stop her if she
does not wish to be stopped.

(You ask her, kindly.
for you, she stops.)
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you came for a princess yet you fell in love with the dragon.

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jhonatan
Artist | Student | Design & Interfaces
Peru
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Favourite genre of music: ambient, trance, rock, alternativa, indie, lounge, chill out, post rock
Favourite style of art: Minimalism <3
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Wallpaper of choice: The Sky blue
Personal Quote: Sometimes you have to use your sensivity for understand some things
"It's the perfect time to tell you that I wanna be forever in your eyes."
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I hope that
You were lying
When you said
It never meant a thing
Because I learned everything
I know about love
From watching you sleep.
I learned what it means
To care about someone
From the rhythm of
Your heartbeat
As I lay on your chest
Trying to make my breaths
In Sync with yours.
Sometimes life gets in the way
And has a different plan for us
Than we do for ourselves.
I hear that you are happy
And doing well.
If some time in the future,
I catch your eye
From across the room,
I will smile at you
In the hopes that it will convey
Everything I need to say.
I loved you.
I still do,
Just in a new way.
Thank you for teaching me
What it means to love
Unconditionally.
I owe all that I am
To all that we were.

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KINGSIZEDKOALA Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
i miss u so much wtf im going to cry
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KINGSIZEDKOALA Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
where have u been!!!!!! i miss you how are your classes how is the weather how are you i miss you!!
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CelineDeMulder Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2014
Happy Birthday Heart Heart Heart 
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SabakuNoShi Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
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Ploopie Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014   Digital Artist
Hello there!
Just passing by here to thank you for adding me to your watch list, it is very appreciated! :heart:
I'm really glad you enjoyed my art and hopefully you will like my future works as well.
If you have any questions feel free to just ask, I'm glad to help in any way I can.

I wish you a wonderful day! :dummy:

~Caroline

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