
Brilliant darling Badger Deer!
Username:.Seijuu::.
Badger Deer #:Earthen number 62
Name: To Come
Meaning: To Come
Gender: A Buck
Poem/short story:
.:Anthropophobia:.
Being born to fit a size
Fit a group, fit a type
And you'll be plain
Because no one wants everything
But they think they do
Because everyone really matters to no one
But we're raised to live under them
breathing down our necks
cold shoulder but warm faces
flushed with embarrassment
for who we are
Living towards expectations unreachable for the Gods
That we say built us
Contradictions pile like layers
opaque and yet we can't truly see
like a film of skin over our eyes blinding us
for "our protection"
I bled and cut and tore
Self-mutilation they called it; freedom, rights, humanity is what I called it
Rebellion to the masses in the simplest way
Being a singular individual
not molded by those around but rather a force
not driving them away but parting the waters
because I am a ship blown full sail
I untied those ropes and lifted the boom
Not everyone did that for me
They say not one man can man a boat
But the contradictions pile like layers
And they honestly believe to see with that film over their eyes
They're not free, like me
Extra:
His Song
His Home {an old abandoned cabin}
His Aura Color {FF9B40}
Username:.Seijuu::.
Badger Deer #:Earthen number 62
Name: To Come
Meaning: To Come
Gender: A Buck
Poem/short story:
.:Anthropophobia:.
Being born to fit a size
Fit a group, fit a type
And you'll be plain
Because no one wants everything
But they think they do
Because everyone really matters to no one
But we're raised to live under them
breathing down our necks
cold shoulder but warm faces
flushed with embarrassment
for who we are
Living towards expectations unreachable for the Gods
That we say built us
Contradictions pile like layers
opaque and yet we can't truly see
like a film of skin over our eyes blinding us
for "our protection"
I bled and cut and tore
Self-mutilation they called it; freedom, rights, humanity is what I called it
Rebellion to the masses in the simplest way
Being a singular individual
not molded by those around but rather a force
not driving them away but parting the waters
because I am a ship blown full sail
I untied those ropes and lifted the boom
Not everyone did that for me
They say not one man can man a boat
But the contradictions pile like layers
And they honestly believe to see with that film over their eyes
They're not free, like me
Extra:
His Song
His Home {an old abandoned cabin}
His Aura Color {FF9B40}