Leaving it's mark to the world.
Not the Limbo, not my world,
Just the world of everyone.
Now it dances, now it stops,
But the memories of the snow are imprinted inside my mind.
Not the Limbo, not my world,
Just the world of everyone.
Leaves that grow, gone the flower.
Flower that blooms, leaves that fleet.
A love of sorrow.
Intertwining, but never to meet.
Missing love, the spider lily.
JusticeSun arising, signing the past.
Heaven and earth colouring red.
Falter not, we shall last.
Until the days are count.
The truth found.
The beast of justice shall be fed!
SabrinaA young maiden's heart broken.
So she took that of another as a token.
In a sign, never to provoke or anger.
For that will be a great danger.
Just like ...Pouring rain, coming down.
Greed and sorrow, all been sown.
Courage of heroes, all ignored.
Cast aside just like the ...
Iris Slowly withered the flower away.
I had forgotten to give it water again.
Promises, hope and prayers. All for the sake of this world.
Now I serve you this prose.
Promise that the 'iris' will never leave?
Wide AwakeDozing now,
Knocking down ...
My foggy mind ...
The thoughts, my mind.
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,
Familiar as I grew;
It housed the rise of many
And saw the doom of few.
Never did I stop to think
Of those that came before;
All I saw was my own path,
My own tracks on the floor.
And now I see it once again
Its age making it new,
Strangers faces alien
The air of nineties, too.
I stood there when they tore it down,
Laughing with my friends.
Not once did I stop to mourn
The era come to end.
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
Things they don't tell you.Thngs they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
and when you sit down
to do your job, you will have to do it with all your heart
because if you can
PastRevoke your “was”–
Consign me not to “had” and “did”
But rather “does.”
I contain the infinite
–”Contain,” not “contained”–
And speak, soak, suffer, sit
In tongues newly-born that strain
After mine and sense that my
“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”
Expand into multitudes greater than
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
letters to nobodyi said I don’t want to
get out of the warmth of
this bed but in truth i
didn’t want to wake up.
last night i read until
i was drunk and in the
morning i did it again
so that i would not have
to deal with the hangover.
escapism; i am an alcoholic
who does not know what they
are running away from.
i said I write like this
because I like lapslock but
in truth i was afraid that
this raw thing in my brain
would not be so pretty with
the rough edges sanded smooth.
i put down words until there
was only me and you and my
line to the world went dead.
i want to die, one day.
in the meantime, i can only
live a skinny life so there
are less strings to cut
when we get there.
i said This is the world –
you are here and i pointed
to the emotional equivalent
of the middle of nowhere.
you are replaceable, even to
i know this because sometimes
i put you in my place, and
but the thing is, somebody
has to fill this spot, and
nobody else is
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
We are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.I will stitch my skin together
with thread of moons and stars
to contain the joy of living
and suppress the sadness of death
blinding the nonbelievers
with beams of the cosmos
you look so good
bathed in the novas and galaxies
The 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