~Voice-of-October

It has been quite a while since I've posted here. I've written much, but just haven't gotten around to sharing it. Much of my time has been spent on my art account, [link] which I truly encourage you to visit. I do plan to make my way back, starting with a short poem I just wrote today. Much love.
--Rowyn
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I've been gone for two weeks. But I'm home now.
I really wish I wasn't.
I live with strangers. And I feel so guilty.
I know it's my fault.
A friend of mine isn't doing very good. And it hurts me so see him like this.
My other friends are becoming.......how can I say this?
Strangers..........
Our class took a trip. We had to stay in small groups of four.
I stayed with three of my closest girl friends.
Or so i thought.
I spent most of my time outside their little circle, wondering what I'd done to fall so far. Why didn't I deserve to be with them? Am I not good enough?
I'd get up to go somewhere, but they'd always decline my invitation for them to join me.
But as soon as I'd return, they'd leave to go to the exact same place I was just at.
Why? I didn't think they were hypocrites.
I'm hurting my boyfriend and I don't mean to. We keep fighting. Its killing our relationship. And it's my fault.

I need to get away.
The air is still cold.
I haven't seen the sun in weeks.
I hope I will soon.
Maybe it will heal me.

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I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
And knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything

As the years pass by before my face
As wars rage before me
Finding myself in these last days of existence
This parasite inside me I forced it out
In the darkness of the storm
Lies an evil
But it's me.

Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything


Oh Where? Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I still remember...


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--Rowyn

This has been a rough month.
I've had my heart broken and stepped on.
I found out that my friends have been betraying me one by one.
I have found someone who really wants to love me, but I can't love him back because of something that happened a long time ago. Something that my heart never healed from.
And now I'm expected to be perfectly happy with the way my life is going right now.
Sure, there's lots of stuff i could do, but I'm not going to fake being happy for a bunch of people who, in the end, won't care. I'm so sick of people expecting pefection from me. I'm only human. I can't handle everything. I can't be emotional-less (if that's a word).

But I can't bear to let anyone down.

For a deeper story, visit the journal in my art account.

And as for the last word, I am so fricking sick of cold weather I NEED SUNSHINE!!!!!

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The Santago Rare Leopard Project is in dnager of being closed down. Any situation like this hits me very close to home, and any support possible would be absolutely wonderful. I know how sweet all you other deviants can be!

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Hey there, i'm not really sure if you guys know me by now or not. Hhmmmm....probably not. Well i have 3 other accounts on here (if you count the shared stock account). But even if you do know me, this is something totally different. I've been meaning to open a writing account for a while, but i've been busy, and never quite got around to it. Until now (obviously)! I mostly do short stories, some poetry, a few songs here and there. Right now, I'm working on something rather large. I'm not sure if it can quite be called a novel yet, i guess i'll find out when i'm finished. Anyways, i think i will stop boring you....shutting up.

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