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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Sta.sh
I feel like I am fading
From this life waning
As if a dying moth
Admiring its last cough
Watching a fiery passion
Wondering about life's lesson
Making the most out of it
They are artists lit
To dream out their own
Truest shades of renown
Precious visions from slumbers
Before they become numbers
Deaths burnt out of time
Never reaching the thyme
Whose existence is avast
The roots immortal they outlast
All laws and seek only to evolve
Ascend the deceased into a revive
Where they are in the essence
Linked with each other before their excrescence
Not fused but joined neither evil
Nor a bright light of righteous revel
Just as ice is during the winter
It is crystallized into a legendary arbiter
A title donned to the fated
All life that has been created
For though there is a creator
For though there is a corrupter
There are many more and now
The inferior may rise from below
The essence they believed was God
Just a seed animated thawed
To brush strides of shadows
From the showers of their powers
Even so the density of the bloomed
Is nothing but deviations of the presumed
The white spread calm ocean
Pure of good and bad a notion
That none could ever fathom
To be the origination of their han
Read these two poems I just wrote... I not sure if the second one should end here or go on.
It is important to me, otherwise I wouldn't post them in a forum.
I just need to know how people feel.