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topazcat511

therian - mountain lion
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The Final Submission- Please Read

Okay, serious talk time. Because I haven’t been on this account in a while and I need to get some things off my chest. The majority of you followed me on this account because of my writing. In all honesty, the writings you fell in love with were fueled with negativity and distaste for my family, myself, and life in general.  I was uber depressed and confused about everything and it was a hard time for me. Going through things now, looking back at some of the crazy stuff I’ve written, I realize that I’ve come a lot farther than where I was. I mean, hell, I’m still confused about somethings.  And I still don’t ge

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225 deviations
Literature

The Final Submission- Please Read

Okay, serious talk time. Because I haven’t been on this account in a while and I need to get some things off my chest. The majority of you followed me on this account because of my writing. In all honesty, the writings you fell in love with were fueled with negativity and distaste for my family, myself, and life in general.  I was uber depressed and confused about everything and it was a hard time for me. Going through things now, looking back at some of the crazy stuff I’ve written, I realize that I’ve come a lot farther than where I was. I mean, hell, I’m still confused about somethings.  And I still don’t ge

Featured

16 deviations
Literature

Ambrosia's Journal: Clouded Thoughts and Days

Ambrosia's Journal Dear Journal, My days have been rather dull, I must say. My life in general seems almost pointless and without end. My dear Luz has not replied for nearly a week, his life too hectic and excitingly adventurous now that he is on his own journey.  The only things that keep me truly content are my constant visits by my dear friend, Marie, and my nightly library conversations with Lord Alistair. Lord Alistair has made it more than obvious that he intends to be a friend to me and to hold my hand when I need it. I do still care for Luz, and miss him terribly, but he is like a ghost to me now. The only evidence of his existe

Ambrosia's Journal

9 deviations
Literature

Lust and Hunger

The crackling dawn shone down upon her face, Striping her skin and gleaming her frustrated tears, The rope bit down into her wrists, the wiry twine rubbed raw, Her mouth dry, and starved, she snapped her sharpened teeth. “Let me go,” she snarled, “Let me GO!” The dark haired man across the room sighed, “I cannot, you are too hungry Aura.” She spat at his feet and glared at his dark eyes. “You are no angel of my kind, “ You leave me to starve as you go and fill yourself on the skin of my brethren! “ You expect me to not be hungry, “ You expect me to be tamed and be satisfied with

Aura and Tenebris

5 deviations
Literature

The Only Therian Known To Me

Do you know what it's like to be alone? To look at the stars and know, That even though across the threshold, there's family, And across the land and sea,  there's friends, You still feel alone? And this kind of alone feels so hollow and cracked…. I have a love of my own, Sleeping soundly, dreaming of my touch, I have two families, one of blood and one of spirit, And yet…I am the only therian known to me…. I am the only one who connects animalistically… Who does not believe in her own humanity half the time. I am the only one who wears her tail for something more than they do… A part of me yearns for a pride…a pack… I just wish

Therian related

20 deviations
Literature

All I Try To Do Is Try....

All I try to do is heal, I meditate, I concentrate, I can't escape what's real. All I try to do is be, To exist, To resist, Giving in to unity. All I try to do is crawl, To get away, To set a day, To escape it all. All I try to do is flee, To pretend, To recommend, A new reality. All I try to do is wake, To realize, To be wise, Before my soul, they take. All I try to do is try, To survive, To connive, Until I can truly fly.

Buddhist religion related

11 deviations
Literature

God, that music

God, that music, It was pulsing through the floor, I could feel it like an earthquake, Pulsing through my veins into my heart. God, that music, It was like a drug I’ve never tasted, It melted into my skin, And numbed my skull with colored vibrations. God, that music, I watched the ceiling as the stars danced across, And I could hear the heartbeats of everyone around me, All of us were entranced by the rhythm and the song. God, that music, I could only smile as I laughed and searched for familiar eyes, The changing lights casting colors upon us, All of us, like a hormonal sea. And God, that music, Was the best thing I’ve ever t

My Best Stuff

34 deviations
Literature

Strawberry Kisses and Chocolate Amber

Subtle traces on a window's pain, Smokey wisps of vanilla's tune, Amethyst sheets in an emerald grove, And strawberry kisses on my tongue. The sweet red juice coats my lip, And bites bitter in sweet innocence, The wind braids my hair in youthful strain, And I drown in pools of chocolate amber. The magenta flower blooms with a glowing core, A feeling never felt before, And wraps your whisper 'round my spine, And the drums beneath the skin dance wildly. The slow march down the crackled trail, Leads to the ending dusk and dawn, The last kiss you paint upon my lips, Reminds me to hold on.

Lovey Dovey

63 deviations
Literature

Addiction To...Love

Slowly slipping ivory fingers around the glass, A peeking eye above the sliver, A quick prick of a frost-bitten shiver, The tears of such a beastly heart are flames licking my skin. Too timid to admit the pain, I fall to my knees in the obvious shadow, Letting these tears of gasoline ignite upon the painted scene, And excuse my blood’s habit of finding our perfect poison. I am the Victorian-doll who hollows her chest for her prince-charmings, I give my all, I tear my clothes, I do all but open my eyes to the price of strange love, I excuse behavior for the sake of pride, for the sake of being alone otherwise… I am hopeless, and

Serious Business

34 deviations

Imagery filled

26 deviations
Literature

Counting Down From Hatred / 999

999 drops of silver rain slash against the driver’s window, Cramped arrangements on the rattling bus are made, I am alert but wary, Worn from the day, And too eager to get home. And as I wait for the passerby to situate, A buffoon of unknown proportions sits next me, Too close to me. His lips jut out from his teeth, And he reminds me of a gorilla. He is a brute, known to most, One who takes advantage of his size and intimidates, My eyes look to the side, My form goes stiff, And I take a slow breath. He laughs and jokes and pops his gum, The sickening idiot who grabs anything, (as women are obviously toys to him) Anything round and

Anger

25 deviations
Literature

My Own Worst Enemy...Is ME.....

Sometimes I fill in the spaces for what people are thinking, I don’t read their minds, Or even their facial expressions, I just fill in what my self-criticizing mind deems appropriate. “Look at her,” like a phantom whisper,                     “Look at how she holds herself…” “There’s something wrong with her…”          “She’s  crazy…”                         “What is with her anyway…?” “Didn’t she used to wear a tail?”                   “I’ve seen her bite her friends for fun, and they LET her…&rd

Depression and Frustration

33 deviations