Losing someone you care about deeply is like losing a part of yourself. And today, I feel like I've lost a huge chunk of myself. My dearest friend, my cyber-mother, the awesome person who'd call me "Cupcake" is no longer with us. Cher was one of my closest friends, and there's one thing I know for sure; even though she's not with us anymore in physical form, I know she'll never leave me.
When I first met Cher, lemgras330 (https://www.deviantart.com/lemgras330), we had an instant connection. We had barely exchanged five messages when she first called me her cyber-daughter, and another five for her to become the mother I'd never had. She was happy in that role, too. Her kindness, l
Angels
09-12-17
The world is full of angels, who walk about disguised,
Because to show their glory, would ruin the surprise.
They know when you feel sorrow, when you're hurting they can tell,
They daily burn their wings off to rescue you from hell.
They're there when you are lonely, with a kind word and a hug,
And they bring you milk and cookies as they shower you with love.
They fill your holey walls with cotton rags so the wind can't howl right through,
And, even through their struggles, they're always there for you.
They gather all your pieces into a precious jar,
They even get the pieces that have scattered very far,
And once they've e
In Loving Memory of Joanne Bolton:AKA @magicaljoey by Amarantheans, journal
In Loving Memory of Joanne Bolton:AKA @magicaljoey
In Memory of Jo:
The announcement was made by her mother on Facebook:
It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Joanne, our first born, has passed away. What the exact cause, we dont yet know. Only 31 years young, taken much too soon. Her heart was in the right place and she always meant well, although was often misunderstood by family as well as friends. You will forever be in our heart. Dad and I miss you. Rest in peace our dear child. Until we meet again. Love xxxxx
Yuukon (https://www.deviantart.com/yuukon) shared this video with us today and I believe it is so fitting for the memorial for Joanne.
Listen as you read:
I sit here thinking that I will wake to find that t
In Memory of Joanne
There were many posts that were to notify people and you can read through the comments on them:
https://www.deviantart.com/amarantheans/journal/poll/7399208/
https://www.deviantart.com/ladylincoln/journal/poll/7398466/
https://www.deviantart.com/akrasiel/journal/poll/7399322/
https://forum.deviantart.com/devart/general/2440461/
https://www.deviantart.com/malintra-shadowmoon/status/14909604
https://www.deviantart.com/yuukon/status/14905084
https://www.deviantart.com/diluculi/status/14914809https://www.deviantart.com/ra-punzelle/status/14914982https://www.deviantart.com/wdwparksgal/status/14985155
Journals Honoring Jo:
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Joanne Bolton
You showed us the strength,
In admitting our weaknesses.
You were there to pick us up,
When we were at our lowest.
In return, we would pick you up,
And hold you high.
The weakness you showed,
Only proved you were human.
You encouraged us,
With flowering words.
Words which flowed like liquid,
Words which moved our souls.
Together we could make it,
Together we could stand.
I will stand in your absence,
I will stand in your stead.
:heart:
Anita
I'm a Writer
17-02-11
I'm a writer who wraps words around her hands,
Transcribing them onto pieces of paper paler
Than the skin holding the words.
I catch words in my fishing nets,
And they slither and slide slimy and skittish.
Each one is gently grabbed and washed
Until they are slithery skittish words waiting to be devoured;
No more slime or grime, it's time to write.
Each word is taken from its tank
And placed upon the page with careful thought.
Sometimes they are rearranged,
Short words become hidden behind long eels
And so sentences need restructuring.
Some words aren't used and are thrown back.
Maybe next time they are
Waiting
8-02-11
I locked up my heart in a cage of safekeeping,
Because all it was doing was wailing and weeping.
It hurt all the time because of people like you,
But I thought you were different, I thought you were true.
I gave you the key that unlocked the cage
Where my heart lay broken and withered with age.
Gently you removed it, and love was born,
Then you put it back because it was battered and torn.
Now I'm scared to trust anyone else,
Scared to remove my heart from the shelf.
It hangs in its cage like keys on a chain,
Waiting for someone to hold it again.
Thank You Friends
23-01-11
She's tired of being alone;
Of not having that someone
Who loves her despite the scars,
Loves her despite her past,
Loves her beyond the outside, the cover.
She's tired of not getting flowers
From someone who loves her enough
To buy them, even if there is no 'occasion' to celebrate.
She's tired of having no money;
Of always having to beg
Despite her parents' embarrassment.
She wants to be able to buy her dog a bed,
Buy herself groceries,
But her family cannot afford it
And neither can she unless
She sells cushions
Or someone needs proofreading.
She's tired of having to beg
Her online frien
The Silent Cry
27-01-11
Sometimes, although no words are uttered,
If you listen, really listen,
You can hear someone's heart crying out for help.
It's hurting, they're hurting, even though they won't say a word.
They won't admit the feelings burning inside like acid reflux,
Or to the emotions drowning them in ammonia.
Only a keen observer can see a crying heart;
Expressions become blanked out once starry
Eyes are dull and bleak.
Emotions disappear they feel
Nothing...a few levels below numb.
And all this can happen subconsciously in defence,
Because they could simply be afraid that you would hurt them.
If you can