the night sky sheds
it's cover to air out
stars by the
t h o u s a n d s
I can't help but
that I am
as the world moves on
GoldlustIt's more than a want
it's a need.
The way you crave
the lust on your chest
heavy with aphrodisia
and amber dew.
Seems a small price to pay
for this temptation
each coupling staining
the thread bare
fabric of your
already withering soul.
It's easy to see
you couldn't care less
how he deals with the knowledge
that you'd do
anything at all
to posses the sun.
LillithShe'll tempt you with words
sweet and crisp
like the wine that teased
and drugged you
She'll try to convince you
it's only moonlight in her veins
and that curious sensation
has nothing to do with your
And all the while you're wrapped
in a world she created,
never noticing how she
hides your soul
behind the glint in her eyes
as you gaze captivated
into the face of sin.
Writer's BlockForgive me
if I dont
tickle your fancy
with a lyric
I seem to have
envelopes of anecdotes
& the bedtime story
just isnt feeling
up to par.
rely on that
faulty camera in my mind
& the lens is fogged with
making it quite the struggle
to impart my witticisms.
Not to mention that
I simply dont care.
DistantDid you regret it
each and every time
you opened you mouth
and laid on thick
the fire-cozy reassurances
of your affection?
You never once
looked me in the eye when you said it.
I should have known
each time you
than you were only
for that brick wall
you were so insistent
on having around you.
Its all so clear now
how my optimism
strained to see
over the stones while my
provided the mortar between them.
Hindsight is always
ObservationI like to
lay in the
of your love
&& I wonder if you're
of how I'm counting
that you do
& the way
they make me smile
the way his hands
shadows over her skin
and the sweet music
of his breath drew
patterns on the
canvas of her
bringing taut satin nerves
rude awakening of
BikiniIts a perfectly clear day and yet
that suffocating anxiety which plagues us all
at one time or another
I take the risk
Soft cotton glides over my skin tingling
each nerve ending.
The cloth slides away and my ears pick up a
sudden intake of breath.
From behind my shades my eyes flicker
Disecting the quirk in their lips
The gleam in their eyes and I feel
And as the sun beats down upon my skin
I am beautiful.
TemptingWhen Im driving at night
and the music stops just long enough
for me to hear the
|in between breath and coherent thought|
a curious thought
slides through my lips
to be savored with caution.
If I just keep driving,
where will I see the dawn?
DenialShe'll swear UP down and diagonal
the love that used to close her throat
blind her to all others is
g o n e .
It eloped with her
when the tide washed away
all the promises he wrote
s a n d
Acceptance is not an option
even though his
still |chokes| her reason
over her skin.
(Because you and I both know
involuntary reactions rarely go
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,
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
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
The DonorThe 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
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.
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