the decoder malfunctioned
and spat darts for years
dungeon haveni've a place i go to
when i search for relief
it's far, far from anywhere
and it's no place to stay
but i go there
and the walls are large stone
cool to the touch
with glistening patches
of wet moss
the above is wooden rafters
with light trickling through
dust glitters like gentle fireworks
and the floor is moss
tender and it feels
like there is no exchange of cold
i go here
when i want peace
and all around this place
there is nothing
no actual light source
and the void is silent
and my ears are almost silent
and i am silent
threshold stratosphereold scars rise up like
ritual heart removal
and I'm silenced
a thief of my own free spirit
the trail of blood is short
to my resting place
i am face first into the ground
surely just tired
let the astronauts driftthe rain fears me and falls to the
earth without dismay,
it shudders and waits like the liquid form
of snow flurries, a supercession of
i cry out and reach to the earth like
it's something i can't dig into
and i'm swimming in the air
unable to be embraced by the
call of loneliness
little dew drops fall like starlight
devol(sol)utionyou'd tell me if i cared too much
or if my embrace was too tight
you'd tap out and reset
and take your fighting stance again
i thought so, anyway
but the walls came from the sky
and like that you're out of sight
but your walls have holes
and you're carelessly happy i'm not a rat
well conceivedi suspect i've always had this feeling
that the reason we all disappear at the end
is the same reason in many disguises
and we hold each other like a fistful of air
whether you inspire me
or drive me away
any meeting could be our last.
our disruptionroaring Muse,
you have so much to say to me
you deliver disastrous calamities
and I'm swept out to sea
and there's no one but me
you strain to reach me
and i can hear your plea
wishing to be set free
i hear your awful sound
as your nails dig into the ground
you channel the grief you've found
king of the mourned, I'm crowned
i can't hear you
Innocence LostHe called me.
Asked me to come over.
I run down the hill.
Go up a strangers driveway.
Jump over a fence.
Climb down a tree.
Enter the house through the back door.
He erases my number from the phone.
So no one will ever know he called me.
In his room he kisses me.
Lying on his bed there are more kisses.
Then he asked the question.
I said no.
He asked again.
I said no.
He continued to ask.
I said no.
Finally I quit arguing to shut him up.
On the floor.
Neon pink underwear.
On the floor.
Union Bay blue, yellow, brown striped shirt.
On the floor.
I lie naked on his bed.
He unzips his pants.
I turn my head away.
Not wanting to look.
Then the pain.
Pain you never forget.
I remember how much it hurt.
I told him.
I do not know.
I will never know.
I am just glad.
I look to the right.
I see the clock on his night stand.
Bright red letters scream at me.
I need to go.
I get up and get dressed.
His parents w
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
UglyMy eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.
Random Homestuck Troll Character Facts(1)Aradia Megido once finished "The song that never ends".
(2)Tavros Nitram can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.
(3)Time waits for no man, unless that man is Sollux Captor.
(4)Godzilla is a Japanese rendition of Karkat Vantas's first visit to Tokyo.
(5)Nepeta Leijon does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure. Nepeta Leijon goes killing.
(6)Kanaya Maryam does not need to "style" her hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.
(7)Terezi Pyrope can taste lies.
(8)Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind every dead man, there is Vriska Serket.
(9)TNT was originally made by Equius Zahhak to help indigestion.
(10)"Let the bodies hit the floor" was originally written to be Gamzee Makara's theme song.
(11)When you say "no one is perfect", Eridan Ampora takes this as a personal insult.
(12)Contrary to popular belief, the Titanic didn't hit an iceberg. The ship was off course and accidentally ran into Feferi Peixes while sh
don't spend your days
with lifeless, dreary stone
don't linger where
blood was once spilt
i am not
in either place
i stay with
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Perfectly ComfortableYou are comfortable now,
Though tired from your day at work.
You lay your head upon the pillow,
And you start to fall asleep...
It is quiet in your apartment,
The silence is soothing.
You soon begin to dream,
And though your dream is initially pleasant...
Something seems to be off in the things you see around you.
You find yourself walking through the streets,
The old pavement beneath your apartment.
It looks like it always has except for all those cracks in the stone.
Crick-crack, crick crack.
You turn your eyes from the paving,
To see the streets lined with people.
Shivering, grim; their eyes hold little hope,
Save for a warm night' meal.
You begin to feel a little more frightened.
Your tie is getting pretty tight.
You stagger into your office, your lips going blue.
You try to alert someone,
But your colleagues no longer have faces...
They are simply mouths, large and unrelenting,
Belting you with a storm of words that drowns you out.
You are silenced, in a world