Collapsing,
Collapsing to the ground.
Breaking,
Breaking me to pieces.
Darkness,
Darkness surrounding me.
Pulling,
Pulling me deeper...
Deeper...
Hollow,
Hollow regards, worthless.
No truth,
No truth in those words.
Why care?
Nothing is wrong...
Nothing.
Words,
Words can do more than that.
Spoken in tone,
In rhythm,
But not a sacred tune.
Words,
Pointless, heartless.
Careless words...
Beating,
Beating of my dejected heart.
Hollow inside,
Echos,
Bouncing off the chambers.
Darkened by growing shadows.
Hollow breathing,
Beating...
Questions,
The questions...
Control gone,
Repetit
Wistful, dreamy thoughts.
Voices, an outside world
Beckoning to you, calling for you to join them.
Destiny.
Fate grasps your thoughts with curious hands
Taking you deeper and deeper into the caverns of your mind.
Wistful, dreamy thoughts.
Pensive.
When I was a little kid
I thought that life was simple
And everything was just how I could see it.
But now that I am older
I can see the truth.
That not everything is exactly as it seems...
+ My momma told me
One day sittin on the porch swing
That when you reach this age
You start to disengage
From what you used to love and cling to.
That any teengage boy
Could easily use you as a toy
And take from you exactly what he wants to..
So be careful
Make the right decisions
Know your own limits
And watch for the signs.
Know the right thing to do
When that boy starts buggin you
So you arent so quick to leave your childhood behind.
Long ago, in the deepest parts of what is now called South America, lived a centaur. Born under the harvest moon, she was given the name Fira, for the moons blood-red hue. She was beautiful, her hair as blonde as wheat and her eyes a crystal blue, just like her mother's. However, she was cursed. Some say she was influenced at birth by the moon, while others claim she was born to the devil himself. Through all of the stories that have been passed along throughout the ages, none are as true as the one you are about to hear.
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Fira was not normal, even as a child. She was mischievous by nature, playing cruel pranks on the villager
I always thought true love was just a lie
Until the day I met you and you proved me wrong.
I always saw my dreams soar to the sky
My heart a broken, melody-less song....
You found my love inside me
You helped to bring it out.
And when I was down, you brought me up again....
You found my love inside me;
Brought me back to life again;
You helped me see that I, too, could win....
My confidence had died so long ago
I sat there drawing pictures in the sand.
But you gave me a shoulder I could lean on;
You helped me up and offered me your hand....
You found my love inside me
You helped to bring it out.
And when I was down, you brou
I'm changing accounts. I'm getting tired of being called "Raddie", for one thing, and secondly I'm not at all happy with my gallery. Its only making me sad, seeing how much I used to love my art and now...how much I hate it.
So I made a new account and I'll be uploading there from now on. Watch me on there again, and I'll watch you back. I'm on the search for my soul *coughlamecough* or, technically, just trying to find inspiration again.
I'm basically starting all over. I'm making a new fursona, when I can find one that fits me. I want to get back to the basics...back before I decided I wanted a bit, fancy fursona to show off. Back when my
Once in a while, I lie down in the tall weeds and stare at the rain clouds, and imagine they are all robots. Robots kick Butt! There's a sense of space and time in your work - a fourth dimension.