The soldiers slip through the bush
That was once their home,
Where they were born
And where they lived,
Up until now,
For now the bush that gave them life
Is where they die.
They fight for the white men
Who stole their land,
Who stole their children,
Who persecuted them
For being different.
They fight for the white men
Who called them 'beasts',
Who treated them like animals.
They fight for the white men
Who came into their country,
Their home,
And declared it as theirs.
The home they had lived in
For thousands of years,
The culture they had refined
Over countless generations,
Torn apart by the greed
Of the w
The Autumn Breeze
Is a cheerful creature,
Playing with my hair
With mischievous joy,
And a sparkle in its eye.
It picks the red leaves off the trees
And watches them float to the ground
While children stare in wonder
At the marvellous display.
The oranges that bloom
In the orchard out the back
Are very tasty when you
Make snacks out of them
But they taste best
When eaten outside
With a bunch of friends
And the Autumn Breeze.
The Autumn Breeze
Carries a small chill
That reminds us
Winter is not very far away.
But it also tells us
That Spring comes right after that,
And that Summer is
Not really that far off
Even th
My failures.
They seem to be the only things
People see in me.
Nobody sees past my shortcomings.
They only look at how I
Am unable to do something,
Or how I do something poorly
That I usually do well.
They forget to see
That I can succeed.
I am not perfect,
But I'm not a failure.
I am not worthless.
I have value.
I am a human being,
And deserve to be treated with
Respect,
And compassion.
Unfortunately,
One of the people who forgets
To see this side of me
Is myself.
And so I am left alone,
In the company of myself.
Why do I close myself off?
Why don't I let myself
Be saved from this torture?
Because I feel worthless,
The soldiers slip through the bush
That was once their home,
Where they were born
And where they lived,
Up until now,
For now the bush that gave them life
Is where they die.
They fight for the white men
Who stole their land,
Who stole their children,
Who persecuted them
For being different.
They fight for the white men
Who called them 'beasts',
Who treated them like animals.
They fight for the white men
Who came into their country,
Their home,
And declared it as theirs.
The home they had lived in
For thousands of years,
The culture they had refined
Over countless generations,
Torn apart by the greed
Of the w
The Autumn Breeze
Is a cheerful creature,
Playing with my hair
With mischievous joy,
And a sparkle in its eye.
It picks the red leaves off the trees
And watches them float to the ground
While children stare in wonder
At the marvellous display.
The oranges that bloom
In the orchard out the back
Are very tasty when you
Make snacks out of them
But they taste best
When eaten outside
With a bunch of friends
And the Autumn Breeze.
The Autumn Breeze
Carries a small chill
That reminds us
Winter is not very far away.
But it also tells us
That Spring comes right after that,
And that Summer is
Not really that far off
Even th
My failures.
They seem to be the only things
People see in me.
Nobody sees past my shortcomings.
They only look at how I
Am unable to do something,
Or how I do something poorly
That I usually do well.
They forget to see
That I can succeed.
I am not perfect,
But I'm not a failure.
I am not worthless.
I have value.
I am a human being,
And deserve to be treated with
Respect,
And compassion.
Unfortunately,
One of the people who forgets
To see this side of me
Is myself.
And so I am left alone,
In the company of myself.
Why do I close myself off?
Why don't I let myself
Be saved from this torture?
Because I feel worthless,
Because I'm very original :sarcasm: I have decided to move accounts! This account is full of all sorts of things that, while at the time were the best of my abilities, I would rather leave behind. My art style and my tastes have changed and, hopefully (I think), improved. So I'm changing accounts!
You can find me at ~daedric-darling (https://www.deviantart.com/daedric-darling).
Hey guys! Been a while!
My laptop's been evil and apart from the odd occasional friend's computer (ie. this one I'm typing on now) I can't access deviantart!
"OMG NO WAI!!!!!" I hear you scream! Sad facedly, it's true, so I can't go on DA for a while. How long that is, I dunno but hopefully it'll be within a few weeks! -_-
Bai bai!
Rawr!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones,