Todayi look in the Mirrorand this is what i Seeall my InsecuritiesStaring back at me.nothing will ever be good enoughnothing will ever work outbecause even if i knowthere is always all this Doubt.i see Desperationi see Panici see Lonelinessi see Doubti see me.
UntitledHe's a hurricaneIn the desert.He brings much need water for lifeBut leave destruction in its wake.This is what you do to meYou bring me comfortYou make me feel secure.Then you leave.You break whats left of my heart.
What Do I Do?Someone help meI'm drowning in emotion.No release.No air.I feel so alone.I have for awhile.Please help me.I dont know where to turn.Its like sitting in a lone chair"In the dark.An empty room likeMy empty heartLovers stop but they never stayThey dont look backAs they drive away."
I Want Everyone To Like Mei want to beWhat everyone needs me to be.I know i disappoint alot of peopleAnd it tears me apart.I want you to like me.I want everyone to like me.If you liked me, maybe you'd stayMaybe then i'd never be alone.
I Was YoungI thought i needed you,That no one would want me the way you do.I prayed you'd never leave,Because you were my everything.But you're gone again,And i've grown up.I dont need you!I never did.You werent my everything.And you never should have been.I dont love you!But really i do.I love you because...You made me grow up.You were there for me like no one has ever been.You were my best friendAnd i love you for that.No one should be your world.They should only be a big part of it.If they are your EVERYTHINGChances are.. Its just infatuation.
Lately I've Been..Lost in a world of hate,I have no where to turn.Living in a home full of hurt,I never feel safe.Loving with a broken heart,I am vulnerable and scared.
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.
.I define myself indefinableA girl with a million dollar dreamsbut with a heart so broke they crumbleand leave me in a maze of dead endsBut I don't even mind getting torn at the seamscause nightmares are my friendsAnd we're just like empty lighterseventually we'll lose our sparkbut to find a light and let it shineis the reason we get darkAnd the stars that burn the brightestburn out fast and dieThe pain in my voicewas my desolate choiceand my own lullaby
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
Medicine Has Never Been so BitterI can't wait for the daythat pretty little mask of yoursfinally cracksand the whole worldcan finally seeyour ugly face.All of those yearsof plastic smilesand silicone laughswill burn in front of youwith a few triggered wordsand a snarl to match.The "victim" will now bethe leading suspect.Your ribswill be cracked openand your contaminated heartwill be on display.And you'll reachyour hand out towards mehoping I'll be your saviorthis one last time.I'll look intoyour empty eyesand turn my back to youthe same wayyou've done to me.
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
for her.it's midnight and I'm writing love letterson my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnightand every limb has a story. allmy collarbone remembers is the frantichurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weightof gravity and mistaken desire to fly and mybroken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbowsremember the firm pull of your hands in the grocerystore. my cheeks remember your makeup andmy clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neckremembers all your strands of pearls. I rememberwhen you were young again and wearingred and holding cups of tea in handsthat didn't shake yet and I remember hands that knew howto peel apples, curling skins like red ribbons overthe edge of the blade, confidentin motion, and I remember your voice and I rememberyour songs and I remember.it's midnight and the water is cold and Iam somewhere beyond feeling. butmy love letters are only ink and they are washingaway and I watch them swirl at my feet and Iwant you
tutorialtake an evening -reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.remove one atom,see what changes.take your field notes, transcribe themback to front.add line breaks.be scientific. be too scientific.replace the word 'entropy'with the word 'god'.be so full of want that you can feel itscraping its numb jaws against your insides.write about flowers instead.make your first line provocative.follow it, let it unfurl -ctrl a.del.inauthentic, try again.ctrl z.who the fuckwants authenticity?read, find inspiration.find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.stop reading.hash and rehash,slash and burn.look at the mess you've made.add punctuationas decoration.spend an hour flicking back and forth -capitalization.uncapitalization.write about family. if it hurts too little,write about flowers instead.use a word bank.cuss,kiss,switch,hit,shock,shatter,fade.write in the dark.write from within your own skull.write drunk.write your litanies.write your lines.write your
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
Cadaver HotelI live inside of your corpse. Stealingin through the incisionbetween your ribcage and hipbone, I burrowmyself inside of your embalmed organs andwrap my fingers around your bones,clutching until my knuckles turnthe same kind of white.Though you are dead,your body sometimes quakes-spasms and sends a flash-pulse of postmortem wavesover me. For quick sucks of air,I crawl up and out of your pretty mouth, carefulnot to hit your crooked teeth.To avoid dying inside of you-oh, how I long to-I have takento gnawing on the insides of your cheeksand the sinewy parts of youratrophied muscles.Yesterday you began to reekthe way dead things do,while it is sour,it still smells like you.
About MeI'm weird.Yes i know.I'm slightly crazy.Its true.I'm super fun.Heck yeah!I'm a good friend.The best ever.I'm a poet.Only if you consider this a poem.