UntitledNothing There was once a man who lived in a grey city.He was quiet,And no one noticed him.He lived alone,In a large houseThat could have easily fit two.The hallways were always full,Filled with the mournful colours,That bled from crayon tips. Everyday this man went to work,Then returned as the sky turned black.Everyday this man was greeted by nothing,Smiling, until the man trudged away.Nothing was nothing after all.It was always the same routine.Every day for the longest time.But the man never changes. The same.No matter how hard anyone tries to make the man realize,That there is Something.That it is yearning for his attention,That all it cares for is him,He will always blind himself from these things.Besides, it wouldn’t matter.Nothing would move on.It would forget. So many years.You left me alone,But why?Did you fear me?Did you hate me?Did I make you feel guilty?I still loved you anyway.
Confessions of a BorderlineHer gaze is the most peculiar thing,she can't hold still for anyone.One minute, it's rosewater delicateand the next - the fire of a Gatling gun.She's exactly what occurs when sugar and saltare mixed in a chemical reaction.Have you seen the way she walks the die?Oh, but it's such an attraction!You may feast your eyes, but you'd better not touch,in fact, you should never go near her.But hide away and lock your doorsand teach the kids to fear her!When she gets upset over the littlest thing,she gets all suicidal(though you really should see her when she gets madshe's full-blown homicidal).When it comes to sanity (or lack thereof),she's Harley's fiercest rival.Can't calm her nerves to live her dreamthen she stuffs up every recital.She very hardly discerns her feelings,she may hate you but she'll need you to live.But she's barely a person, so it's perfectly fineto use her till you've all she can give!And you can't fall in love with a girl like her(unless, of course,
DevourOh I'm well aware of my own limitations,Unlike you, I do not quite have the talent.I cannot warp the minds of the young and malleable,I cannot make them believe I am greater than I am.I am simply, not like you...But if I were to eat you, I wonder.Would I too experience such glory?If I were to devour your flesh,And drink your soul as if it were a fine wine.Would I too become great?Let us find out you and I;And I'll thank you in advance, for the lovely meal!
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Losing ItI'm kind of going crazy,I'm caught inside my mad mind.Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Back BiteIf you think that you can beat me with your fakery,That's FINE!I won't let you break or put me down; I'm a landmine!And if you think that you can ever silence this deal,Then sew your lips shut, while I show you what's real!You live inside your fairytale world,And you're ever right.Think that you can cloud us with this fantasy?Sit tight!I will show you venom and I will show you poison,I will spit you verse that is as raw as its poignantSo why don't you sit back, arms flat, relax;Let a new man take control of the apex!And if you think that you can touch with flower-kissed verses,I will take your dreams and I'll turn them into curses;Don't think that you can fake a writer who's real,Or I might have to show you how the real dark feels!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”[Free-style poem]Why do this love this web comic, you ask?Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)We really do love Sollux’s lisp,and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,it's also Rose's amazing magic.How about when Dave starts rappingand Jade Harley begins napping?We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,and how John is such an adorable guy.Or maybe it’s with all the spritesor how prospit glows bright.Can’t forget about Derse’s darknessor Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)There’s also this thing with Tav and stairswhich he t
NostalgiaThe first time my fingersSailed across your shorelineswas magical. It felt like I was running through the past and pulling memoriesfrom way back. But even nostalgiaeventually becomes useless and mundane.A chore to hide the bitternessWith sour kisses and cheap perfume.We lived our lives in New York minutes;Being wasted was never time wasted,We survived for a whileon fake laughs and ganja cookies.But like everything; like with everyone else,Within an instant,I made you breakfast,and was gone.
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightWhose armor shines so bright.Give me the Knight,Whose armor is dull and broken.Whose horse is weary,Whose heart is heavy.Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,For that dragon has done nothing,And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,But wants to free the dragon,Who does not wish to marry her savior--Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,Who wants to live and to learn.For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,But to see the world and live in the light.Do not give me the evil dragon,Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.No, give me the dragon who is weary,Who longs for the freedom of the sky,Whose leg is burdened with chains,And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,Lest h
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15I've had a good life.I have no regrets.It''s time for me to die.What will be my legacy?These are things I wonder.How will I be remembered?Who will mourn me?Have I done enough?Did I appreciate the air I breathe?So I made a decision.A choice of the heart.When I die I will donateparts of me.Parts I hold dear.If in the future I can be helpfulto someone who is without - that willbe my purpose.My corneas, which helped me view beautyand ugliness in this world.I will give to someone who can't see.Maybe they have been blind all theirlife or maybe it's new and it kills them.If I can give them a glimpse of whatI saw then I will die with a grin on my face.My lungs ( although I had asthma and sufferedoccasionally when I was young ) couldbreathe new life into a child ora person with emphysema.Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.And finally my heart. Which now beats fasterknowing my fate. I don't wish to die.But the cancer is coursing throu
There was an old clock in the hallThere was an old clock in the hall,Whose gears had been broken and stalled. Then ticking ensued, And it filled all the rooms,Though it wasn't the old clock at all.