you tell me about
the skeletons hidden
in your closets
and i tell you about mine,
hanging on my
cherryyou said you measured your life in color
not bright yellow,
the kind of yellow
that the sun showed
late in the morning,
light and happy
because at one time you were
clear skies and bright eyes
and you said
you almost missed it
almost missed it
except you grew accustomed to
blue like the
bubbling in your eyes which
would be empty
because this was the kind of blue that made you feel
this blue was like
where you felt in between and
you were waiting for something
you really didnt want
or blue like the
that faded into
you recall black
with a snarl
because it wasnt a color
it was a shadow
a black hole
that sucked you in
and made you
nothing but the
shadow that you found home
backdrop to stars,
you simply held beauty
but you could not be beautiful behind the stars
you were not art,
you sat behind it
you said that there were colors you never went
we were carcrashed hearts/you were the end of uslate night
your smile was more beautiful
than all the stars
but you never believed me when i told you
i sang you songs of
love and hope
and you smiled and thanked me
and i wondered what for,
the only reason i wrote them
you with the sunsets
at the tips of your cigarettes
and the oceans
storming in your eyes
you with the galaxies
lost in your bruises
and the petals of roses
slipping through slits in your skin
not everything was beautiful
but on you
it was art
you were my
something worth fighting for
and i was your
the way your hair curled
around your chewed up finger nails
the way your knuckles bled
left lipstick kisses on white walls
the way your lips cursed
the worst of words id ever heard
the bullets the blades
at my head at my arms
they were art
the way your eyes glazed
after long days of smoking and long nights of drinks
the way you smelled
of tobacco and booze and cinnamon sticks
the way your bones and your veins
showed through your skin paler t
i could only write you so many lettersit was bad but getting better
we were sad but sad together
you can't just up and walk away
with everything i had
and everything i knew
they say you can't lose everything at once
and you proved them wrong,
and it's been days of
and i think my heart is slowing down,
willing itself to stop
but you wouldn't care
you never did
it's been a while
i thought i forgave you
i thought i forgot you
but you snaked your way in
through the pores of my skin
the cracks in my skull
the gaps in my consciousness,
the ones lost in clouds of smoke
and at the bottoms of bottles
broken and shattered
but you're back
and you're not even really there.
all i'm seeing are shadows
all i'm seeing are dreams
because you said you'd never come back
yet every night i feel your arms around me
and every morning i feel your fingers around my throat
and every time in between i feel like
you are in my chest
you are the only thing
keeping this dying heart
mad kids clubi don't think i was ever getting better
there were days i could feel
and days when i couldn't
and days where i stifled sobs
and tore through skin
and held my breath
and drowned in gin
but i never said a word
because if you knew
and i never wanted you to be anything less than happy
and quite honestly,
i am pissed.
i bite my tongue so as not to hurt
those who hurt me
i break my fingers so as not to
shove them down my throat
i walk the fine line of
hoping i lose balance,
hoping the tables turn
and the scales tip to one end
because this line is getting hard to walk
and i don't care where i fall
i'm mad that i feel too much
i'm mad i don't feel a thing
i'm mad that no one cares enough to help
i'm mad that i can't tell anyone that i need it
i'm mad that i don't know what i'm even mad at anymore
you fight like the walls are thicker than they aremuffled muffled
you keep yelling
i dont know what youre saying
but its loud
and its angry
and its everything in my head
but a story below
and i can hear you
it was three years ago
when you first brought it up
i cried all night
i went to school the next day and \
smiled like i always did
i didnt tell anyone
"suffer in silence"
every time i thought of it
i came home
i cried myself to sleep again
i can hear you now
but i dont care anymore.
my world isnt shattering as it did
three years ago
i am not breaking
i am not falling apart
i am not melting to tears
as i have before.
and i wonder why
three years is a long time.
i have thought of the divorce.
it never happened.
you guys smiled
and joked like nothing was wrong
for three years
and yet i knew it was coming
the storm ceased,
the stillness after the storm
becomes the clam before the next
and this is it
this is the next
this is the storm that rips up houses
youre in my class but you dont know my nameWhen you tell my story,
tell them I was one of three kids
yet an only child
in that I was the only girl.
Tell them that the home I found
behind cream colored walls
and the kind of wooden fences little kids dreamt of
and in the salty air carried up by ocean breezes that found their ways to me
did not carry the sister I so desired.
Tell them that the sisters I had
were the sisters I found
and not ones of blood but rather
ones of heart.
Tell them how to find family in friends.
When you tell my story
tell them I wasn’t one for dreams,
for my head was often filled with thoughts of college
and test scores
could I live up to
what I had already achieved?
Tell them that
though I wasn’t one for dreams,
every once in a while
one would sneak its way in
through cracks in my skull
through the pores in my skin
through my heart and my soul and snaked up to my head,
one dream, one wish, one want
One day I would have it.
I’d help people.
Maybe a doctor. Maybe a nu
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,
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
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,
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?
I will show you venom and I will show you poison,
I will spit you verse that is as raw as its poignant
So 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.”
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