Demons in the Sky
as they go flying by,
I hide one inside
It tears me apart
and swallows my heart
I burst into flames
The Perfect OneYou were lying there
I couldn't look away
I graced you that night
with my imperfect tears
And my childish fears
And I knew then
death was something
wait to see
Razor Blades pt2Razor Blades pt2
Im Lying in the bed
Sheets stained in black in red
Why that surprise
That look in your eyes
What did you think the bracelets were for?
I mean you're the one the screams were for!
So I wouldn't/ couldn't
Hate you anymore
And if you leave that's fine
Because I see you in
Why are you crying?
Is it because I'm dying?
Or is it because of the meds
Lying on the bed?
Take as many as you want
Just leave the reds
When its Gone...As I sit and watch the lights burnout
My mind forces me to shout
What do you want from me?
What can someone so little
You who have everything
but still finds joy
in staring at the,
that I'll find
use for something
When it's gone forever
But how can I
When the light never goes out?
Mr. MurderThe Trigger pulls back
It's my cross to bear
It's my cross to bear
Death rings in your ears
Don't live with your fears
For life isn't the only thing
I'm ending with this gun
RainThe rain starts and night stops,
A sigh is heard and the window drops.
The rain plays a mournful tune,
that it is to scared too play at noon.
The clouds break and the moon shines through,
The crickets start there cheerful tune.
Night starts again anew.
LoveI wake to darkness
grey never breaks in
where to begin?
What brought me here?
Fear is what brought me here
love is whats holding me back
They know how to make me crack
you know how to fix me back
what to do?
its to early to think
could I run?
(run with a chain like yours?)
should I stay?
stay here and ignite the fears
whats holding me back?
Only Shout(can you hear me?)
are you loud?
(I want to scream!)
(whats this all about)
(when was I a fake?)
Sleep never made you wake
(maybe Im real when Im awake?)
its to late
deaths a parlor trick so is fate
(but fates to complicated to be a trick!)
and deaths not?
you think its simple
just to rot?
(I want to scream!)
my its getting late
waiting never helped
(maybe it can!)
it never will.
RegretI watch the moon rise an and the sunset
and find it so hard to forget
time weighs on my mind
as you hand me your line
I push it aside
and you start to chide
on the verge of tears
I swallow your fears
why do they taste so fake to me?
you take in a breath
it hangs in your chest
it could be your last
but I let it pass
and you take another
your now smoothering me with affection
I try to reject and
I watch the sunrise and the moon set
and find it so easy to regret
Confessions of a BorderlineHer gaze is the most peculiar thing,
she can't hold still for anyone.
One minute, it's rosewater delicate
and the next - the fire of a Gatling gun.
She's exactly what occurs when sugar and salt
are 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 doors
and 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 mad
she'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 dream
then 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 fine
to use her till you've all she can give!
And you can't fall in love with a girl like her
(unless, of course,
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
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!
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made 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
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15
I'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 donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of what
I saw then I will die with a grin on my face.
My lungs ( although I had asthma and suffered
occasionally when I was young ) could
breathe new life into a child or
a person with emphysema.
Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.
And finally my heart. Which now beats faster
knowing my fate. I don't wish to die.
But the cancer is coursing throug
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
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 rapping
and 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 sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
Empty HeadEvery word has its price,
Though most are deeply unaware.
String enough of them together
And you may well be paying with your life.
Frightening isn't it,
To finally consider,
That your empty mind,
Might well be a grave.
NostalgiaThe first time my fingers
Sailed across your shorelines
was magical. It felt like I was running
through the past and pulling memories
from way back. But even nostalgia
eventually becomes useless and mundane.
A chore to hide the bitterness
With sour kisses and cheap perfume.
We lived our lives in New York minutes;
Being wasted was never time wasted,
We survived for a while
on fake laughs and ganja cookies.
But like everything; like with everyone else,
Within an instant,
I made you breakfast,
and was gone.