Who was lovedThere was a hopeThere was a prayerAmong those who followed the Beloved -The Mother, The Father, the child.They had a name;A name never set in stone.Death was too easyLife, too mucilaginous.Some say she forsakes the BeingsBut she loved. For thatMedusa would neverTurn her to stone.Above all elseThe FearOf BeingForgottenThere was onceA hopeA prayerThe lost.
Somewhere in here, there's a songI'm staring at the screen wondering where my words are.They're here somewhere - or at least they once were.I wonder if someone could save me from this.Or if I was doomed to fall from the beginning.
Blood TiesThere was once a little girl, the most loved little girl in all existence. One day, someone killed her. And everyone was sad. Everyone was devastated. 'But how could she die,' they all wondered. She was their heart, their soul, and without her, how could they continue?But they did. Because they had to. And they kept on loving her. Until the day they all died.
What they feelLove was falling from the skylike shattered strays of glass
Story Time for the Wicked ThingsYou forget that her life is lost and too much blood has fallenAngels die but love lives onAnd a fairytale always ends
Frustration in Her VoiceShe's held her tongue for so longShe's forgotten what to sayWhen the words seem readyThey get lost along the wayAnd when the letters start to make a soundIt's been long gone, the end of the day
Witch-EyesDeath follows her Witch-Eyes everywhereYet so does life, in her presence of serenityHer eyes, for knowledge, leave your soul curious - yet bareSo that her voice could take away all inner acerbity
Because I love youIf you were the sun, then I'd be the sky So that I may show just how brilliant you areIf you were the clouds, then I'd be the wind So that I could show you off to the worldIf you were the moon, then I'd be the darkness So that you could shine beyond meIf you were the stars, then I'd be the galaxy So that you may have a home to call your own
Kill the Puppeti wonder if she knowsknows?hahahif she does...i'll bet she goes CRAZYhopefully she'll be stronghahahcrazy...if she snaps...we'll have to kill herwe'll have to try to save herto save ourselvesto save hergiggle
You are More. You are more than a number, statistic or fraction,You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction.You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link,You are more than what the world may think.You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled,You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled. You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name,You are more than rejection, you are more than other's blame. You are more than vibrations that torture your ears,You are more than disorder that drives you to tears.You are more than emotion you can't read or display,You are more than the words you’re unable to say. You are more than your bullies who push you down,You are more than your teachers who won’t help you off the ground.You are more than your doctors who gave up and quit, You are more than society would care to admit. You are more than progress which may be slow,You are more than accomplishments wh
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
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
Lost and...“I’m Lost.” I say to you. Head lowered, my eyes remain locked to the ground. I can barely make out your feet within the murkiness. I’ve always been Lost.“No, you’re not.” You simply say to me, as you intertwine your fingers through mine. You walk forward, leading me, somehow knowing exactly where we are going. No, you don’t get it. I can’t leave. There isn’t any point to this anymore.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
7. heaveni find myself blindedby the smallestof things –plastic rice bowls &a negligible soft-drink addiction –smudged glasses lenses& too many mandarinsthere are things thatact in the place ofthe ideal,quick fixes that worklonger than they wereever supposed to.my ceiling light isbroken – i use twodimmer desk lamps instead.the roof over my roomleaks during storms –i lay old showercurtains on the carpet.and when 1am is theonly time i do not feelsilenced to a voidof words,i pick up a pen, exhausted,and tell myself ( this is how it is meant to be. )
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
Uh oh Annie--- It was a beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the trees were painted with brilliant shades of yellow and orange. It made John wonder why he had to waste his day sitting in a class with cranky teachers, stupid classmates, and ass-loads of work. The only saving grace throughout his day was being able to walk between buildings with Annie before third hour. Second hour ended in 2 minutes. Even though he saw her every day, he was exited every time he heard the bell ring. He loved to just talk to her, and tried more then anything to make her laugh. If only she felt the same way about him. She didn't hate him, but she saw John as just a friend. He wanted to be more then just friends, but couldn't express how he felt. Some day.'Ring-ring-ring'Finally. Class was over. John was pleasantly surprised to find Annie waiting for him right outside the building."Ready?" She asked, her smile brightening up his day. She was wearing a skin-tight green tank top, with even tighter skin-tight yoga
White Ballet ShoesEveryone watchShe dances in the meadowsSweet, white ballet shoes