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LostAnd it was said,
written and bled ..
that the road ahead ..
will have tears to be shed ..
dead bodies on the floor spread ..
hope lying on a thin black thread ..
and it is said,
and it was fed ..
sadness was all that we will dread ..
as we have seen a map that we read ..
on a long long road we have led ..
and the map contained words of rhymes ..
filled with hate greed and crimes ..
perverted but-sacred at times ..
and as i move towards the cave ..
on a mark of X - i march as a brave ..
slurping on the floor, as the rocks i pave ..
to the quest ive become a slave ..
to the quest ive become engraved ..
the intersect has been reached ..
the fences have been breeched ..
the secret has been leeched ..
and the map suddenly bleached ..
but ive continued to dig below ..
hoping the rhymes would continue to flow ..
hoping my life will eventually glow ..
hoping that destiny will finally show ..
that i will not be living as a shadow ..
a hope for a better tomorrow ..
and as i dug and dug ..
While..depriving ones soul from the mere luxury of adding up the equation to fit the equator ..
while the static atmosphere seem to only disturbly attract all that is wicked and fatal ..
and while the clockwise movement is nothing but the countdown of a pathetic existence ..
and while the guardians of one being ..are nothing but the creatures that seem to crash you and watch you burn ..
while the beautiful people are the demons ..
while the ugly people are the forsaken heroes ..
while love is brewing hate ..
and hate is brewing pain ..
while pain is brewing despair ..
and while the brewed cup of despair is ready and hot ..
you figure out that it takes just one innocent sip ..
to taste the flavor of injustice ..
the scent of betrayal ..
the scene of a swift stab to the heart by a darling ..
and while the word care is accompanied by insecurity ..
while wisdom is patched with greed ..
while the self driven esteem is train tailed to the sweet embrace of failure ..
while the sun rays a burn ..
Undo it all ..and i refuse to resist
i choose to cease to exist
i want to come undone
i shall stop, no longer shall i run..
forfeit the game..
forget this useless name..
turn lose the beast..
plate me as a feast..
undo the stitches..
am closer now.. left a few inches..
chain me down..
break my fuckin crown..
pluck out my wings..
mute these wails that sings..
pull me down to the floor..
chain the hopeful door..
leave me there to rot..
end me with a full stop..
uncure my wounds so deep..
label me as the sick fucked up creep
unbound the so called trust
stab me with all ur fuckin thrust..
fuck my innocence
abuse my weaknesses..
drown me in my lust..
rape me if you must..
burn me into flame..
feed me all the blame..
because i .. i am ..
i am insane
i am the shame
i am the empty i am the plain..
i am the me with a crossed out name..
so flush me down ..
push me let me drown..
unnourish me .. enjoy my screaming plee
stab these guts..
mutate the sluts..
grind my flesh..
eat me fresh..
suck out my blood..
theBathtub'sHolei was having a shower the other day
nothing special as far as i could say
moving my hands with foam to my body and rub
when i suddenly saw a hole in the bathtub!
closed the water and kneeled to take a look..
what i have found, was never read in any book!
an entirely different world through this hole..
glowing neons while everything is dark as coal..
and in its center of this universe ..
where everything is in reverse..
lies a symbolic temple with a fountain..
where its nectar falls and fills the mountains..
and the creatures are finally on sight..
flickering those transparent wings so bright..
drinking from that forbidden stream..
something that has never been seen..
and i squeeze my finger through as deep..
to taste that stream, i made a swift sweep..
a slimy liquid like substance
something like.. and i halted, could never finish the sentence..
and i finally figured out what it is ..
that brought life to these creatures, the awakening kiss..
a mixture of sperm and sweat..
and years an
a psychotic vibe ran through my body ..
ideas and visions of a demonic mind ..
where have all these stories come from ..
how have i ever been able to think of such things ..
walking round and round ..
a box of lost and found ..
a circus with a clown show ..
a play with mimes, a no show ..
a peaceful sigh utter from these silent chairs ..
who's watching now .. no one stairs ..
dreams and angels .. grip to any fuckin dream ..
the mind is such a lonely place ..
questions and questions, thats only the bigging phase ..
you then start to wonder where you belong ..
a humming voice - a no words song ..
aching for someone to notice ..
as you bleed right in front of them ..
tears and a black reded syrup of a rotten flesh ..
nothing can mend me now .. nothing can fix the mesh ..
fill up your plate .. taste this bitterness ..
tell me how it feels .. tell me what it has done to you ..
and it all turns black .. ready for fuckin phase two ..
where you choose not to care anymore ..
let the demons come
Like Cockroaches ..a creep that seers through the darkness
watching as mankind dwell into hatred ..
learning .. observing ..
tranquility as they might call it ..
seems to not exist anymore ..
in a world where lies overcome truth ..
no good guys winning in this battle ..
fairy tales to us; happiness is ..
bed time stories, only tailed on streets ..
cold and hungry ..
power has now become weak ..
only demons and devils rule us all ..
simple words that i use ..
seem to hurt, carve its way in ..
find its path through those blood pumping veins ..
churning acid - burning with pains ..
father father, can't you see ..
everything's transparent now .. zero opacity ..
rhymes and lyrics, a mayhem of stories ..
collide and combust ..
visions and letters .. like food and baggers ..
makes no sense, is it the only way now?
the purest form of truth?
hath not endless tears and regret be of honesty?
must I weep these nonsense to you?
a magical intrusion, a systematic fusion ..
dreamt a mystically magnificent disturbing dre
Hydrais this what i think it is?
love ..? could it be? ..
the soothing embrace ..
in a dark lonely night ..
where your weak .. and she is your only might ..
a touch of sweet white grace ..
wiping away the tears .. from my face ..
overwhelmed by this love's trace ..
in my mind .. i refuse to believe this ..
it must be fake .. this .. this bliss ..
i will not allow myself to get crushed once more ..
beaten down, anguished .. broken and sore ..
im hurt .. deep down in this .. inner hollowed core ..
i .. for once .. have understood, what tears are made for ..
hearts paralyzed by false beauty .. and innocent eyes ..
that stare .. burns through any living soul ..
untamed lust.. thats what i only seem to recall ..
a poisonous serpent with nine heads ..
faces .. for each new love ..
a monstrous mistress ..
she was what i believed in ..
the seething sound from her tongues ..
like a violin string, with voice- it sung ..
this dark gloomy crimson river ..
and im all alone left to sail ..
run away from
ihateyoui lost the will to write ..
seems to me words are out of sight..
they don't do it anymore ..
the pain i have inside ..
blades is my serenity now ..
beautiful blades of silver shine ..
a cut so deep, pour down the wine ..
drink my love ..
oh how i wish you could feel ..
how my blood,wine and rust ..
taste with my uncontrollable lust ..
towards breaking you down ..
pulling that .. that headed crown ..
i would die to see you suffer ..
i would give away anything ..
to watch your begging ..
its 2 past 12 now ..
and am all alone now ..
fighting this knife .. fighting not to bow ..
can i cry ..
can i weep ..
watch me ..
as i tune these screams louder ..
listen to these viollon, listen to these lethal notes ..
hear my weeps ..
another sad song ..
another emotional breakdown ..
are you enjoying this - he screams! ..
are you enjoying this - HE SCREAMS ! ..
all alone now ..
happy now ..
oh God, i cant i cant ..
i cant stop the tears from gushing out ..
this foggy mellowed lake of my sa
Confessions..and here it starts again,
yet another vortex for us to dwell in ..
seeing no one but ourselves, as we slumber ..
deeper.. deeper into our bleak nothing ..
a dark demented stain ..
a frightened scream,
a nightmares dream ..
how insane could one man be?
to love a candle light?
does he not know, for every light lies a shadow ..
lurking beneath us all ..
the dark dark side of an angel ..
where wings turns to blazing flames ..
white is no longer seen ..
shattered by my own fantasy ..
nourishing myself with feeds of lies ..
breading a generation .. watching it as it dies ..
the cryptic secret has been unsealed ..
yes, for once i shall speak out loud ..
no longer will these words be engraved in stone ..
in blood shall they wrath upon the walls ..
for this human race to wake up from a fiction ..
that has settled upon the surface of our lives ..
so subtle and silent ..
a crust that hides true feelings ..
its time for these embers to fall apart..
a choking truth ..
breath in for
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streets
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
nothing chewing teeth with naked bare gums ..
as they shatter away this surface ..
i can taste the blood ..
together with pieces of flesh ..
tastes like you ..
the sadness mixed with harsh truth ..
a bleak ending ..
such a perfect end ..
a well written novel ..
i envy you ..
for i dwell in your misery ..
gasping for air ..
i just envy you ..
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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