Poetry

that I've written

[wordsthatiliketosay]

...Human Race

They made this philosophy,

To shape us all the same,

And image of perfection,

Makes life a silly game,

He morals that once stood,

Have been depleted over time,

Not anymore will people,

Understand what is truly right,

They will blame the lack of god,

They will blame the lack of study,

truly what's wrong with the world,

Is a society blinded by money,

Being better than Thy neighbor,

Is the way most people think,

In this failing human race.

- D.C.II

[uutpoetry]

[beastlyworlds]

Some time ago I drew Charlie Weasley for the HP Zodiac Project, organised by the excellent @bloodyhellharry and @artofpan​. I’m actually a Cancerian, but there aren’t too many confirmed Cancer characters (check out what an awesome job @sarahcosico did with them!! <3 ), so I leapt on the chance to draw the two oldest Weasley bros, plus dragons (Bill Weasley posted here). Thanks again for such a fun idea! 

If you haven’t seen them yet, check out the “hp zodiac” tag for more works of art ✨ 

[wordsthatiliketosay]

Ms. Wallace you are the one

[wordsthatiliketosay]

Sometimes I wonder if the stars will fall,

Shining over a grey world,

Bringing us out of the fog

Someday the birds sing a pleasant song

Others,

The rain pours and lightning strikes,

Eruption like the broken heart,

Of the hopeless lover,

Who shouts in fear,

And stays in the shade,

Wording of the world,

Will ever show mercy towards his pain.

[wordsthatiliketosay]

Fuck everything no point to life

[ouchgotsmokeinmyeye]

Clumsy Tongue

He cries to the public, He cries and he screams, But nobody fucking answers, No god or community Fires are roaring, As the city crumbles down, Drowning in the tears, Of the people whom it was built around, So he runs the streets, Runs for the sea, Runs for peace, Runs for equality, No one ever sees, And no one ever sleeps, We have been searching all our lives, To find one true thing, The lies, the lies, the lies, They never end, The world will end, With lies over our heads, So what is the truth, What Is it worth, Another clumsy tongue, Spilling hurt

-D.C.II