Labyrinth of the Physical FormYou dare to wander throughout the catacombsAnd search every scum-filled cornerIn search of something you may never find.Be careful,For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirtAnd the grim underneath will wear your feet down.You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.The air is suffocatingAnd the walls drip with poison of the mind.The inner passageTo my heart, somehow still beating,Is not worthwhile,Yet you insist on finding the meThat's still lost in a dream.You shine so brightIn my darkness,I don't want to put you out.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuffDripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,Burning it raw in its midst.I want so desperatelyFor you to knowThat I could never hate youBecause you're that type of flawless,Perfect personThat I could never be lucky enoughTo have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.So,I'll keep it all inside,Because ignorance is blissAnd you're blissful.
IntrepidI have to let go,BecauseIf I don't jump,I may never fly.Dead weightDisintegratesAnd the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.I've never feltSo safe and soundAnywhere else but here,Falling blindly.A tear escapesFrom the corner of someone's eyeAs the ground grows closer.I have lived a thousand livesIn this moment.A smile is etched onto my faceAnd the tear hits the ground.
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves. Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Depicting LunacyThe moon leaks through the blinds,Casting a shrine on the wall.Light blue starlight(cascading loneliness)Provides solaceAnd my hands are perspiringAs they twist in the sheets.My eyelashes graze the pillow,And my heart drops to my stomach.Plop.
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThat when my eyes are cloudedAnd my mind is emptyI can hear the clock ticking,Counting each worthless second gone by.Do matter how hard I try,My heart won't beat in unisonWith the indefinite continuationOf life.Did you knowThat when I lay with my ear close to the groundI can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.It slowly spins,So aliveYet filled with the dead.Did you also knowThat when the blood rushes through my body,I can hear the wind tremble and quakeWith a familiar fear.It shuddersBecause it knows its fleeting existenceWill slip through the world's fingers.Did you knowThat I'm afraid of that too?
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
Morning ButterflyTo those who should live when our stars collide,Suffocating innocence is but a dying light.