Sometimes I sit and cry, wondering if I made the right decision. But I try and live with no regrets, I make all choices with precision.
Beautiful Mess.Beautiful Mess.
So you know that girl who’s always at lunch by herself, always at home by herself, a complete loner? Yes, well you've just met me. Quiet, shy, completely ignorant of every form of human being, my name is Violet.
I’m a freshman at Groverdale High this year, and well, let’s just say that school is not my cup of tea. Knowing that I have to go right back to that hell hole every Monday through Friday doesn't give me a lot off motivation. It’s only been a week since the school year began, and I literally feel like I’m dying. I don’t mind being a loner, I mean, I’ve always been one, but the continuous glaring at me is aggravating. At my old school I passed through the halls like a ghost, I was invisible, and I liked it that way. I’m certain that only two people, aside from some of the teachers, in that entire school new my name. I was fine there, but here, here it’s a different story.
According to my observations, the only
A Better Day.Hush hush, don't cry, rid of those teardrops in your eye. I hate to see you feel this way, but realize all this pain won't stay. Forget me, forget the past, don't let your memories last. I'm really not worth the pain or sorrow. A brighter day will come tomorrow.
Broken.He's broken and bruised, unsure of which path to choose. They've loved for a while, but lately, he can't seem to make her smile. He tries his hardest, he tries his best.. it's starting to seem like an impossible test. There's two different choices, only one you can choose. Choose the one that makes you happy, after all, there's only one way you can lose.
For You.I'd cry for you, I'd die for you, I'd run a thousand miles for you.
Through all my pain and sorrow too, I'd still manage a smile for you.
Poem.I know what I'm doing is rude and wrong,
but Honey, let's face it, I can't stay strong.
I'm broken and bruised every single day,
I thought that it might, but it doesn't help to pray.
You reassure me you're not leaving, you'll always stay true,
I hope you keep your promises because I love you.
Some people think things just go to my head,
but i'm not kidding, if you leave me, I'd rather be dead.
The Flesheaters"Oh my gosh, could you be quiet for once?! I'm starting to fail this class, and you know why because you won't stop talking! I can't hear anything the teacher's saying!" "Jeez Izzy, don't freak out dude. I'll stop talkin' okay, if you think that will boost your grade up " Matt laughed sarcastically.
"Man, if we weren't in school right now..." Izzy muttered under his breath.
"What would you do to me? Beat me up? Tell on me?" Matt asked curiously.
"Well, you'd find out then, wouldn't you?" Izzy said.
"Wow man, you're so scary! I think I'm gonna go home and cry to my mommy!" Matt laughed.
"You just watch your back man, karma is gonna come back and get you for all the things you say to people." warned Izzy.
"Eh... I don't believe in karma, I choose my own future." Matt laughed.
"Okay bud, you just keep on thinkin' that in that smart little brain of yours." Izzy smirked.
"Hey man! I do have a smart brain! So don't try and be cool by rippin' on me like that!" Matt yelled.
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
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Word on the StreetBe careful in believing the word on the street.
fact and fiction can ring a like tone;
striking similarity yet so discrete.
It’s unwise to trust all folks you meet.
Word on the street says
a killer’s on the loose.
But I think they want attention
and are making an excuse.
There’s no name to the face
nor an age, height, or race.
No one ‘round here was shot
or suspended in a noose.
I ask the word on the street
from what street came the word;
1 Pleasant Avenue,
13 Broken Boulevard,
29 Delusional Drive?
Is it the unknown road
with rumors riding the whispering winds?
Was it the dark, torn alleyway
with its scripture of spray tags?
When the word on the street
says that the end is near.
I think the source seeks an audience
through instillation of fear.
It’s just nonspecific nonsense
made to invade our conscience,
and those who take the bait
have their minds thrown out of gear.
Word on the street is made
to order blind e
7. heaveni find myself blinded
by the smallest
of things –
plastic rice bowls &
a negligible soft-
drink addiction –
smudged glasses lenses
too many mandarins
there are things that
act in the place of
quick fixes that work
longer than they were
ever supposed to.
my ceiling light is
broken – i use two
dimmer desk lamps instead.
the roof over my room
leaks during storms –
i lay old shower
curtains on the carpet.
and when 1am is the
only time i do not feel
silenced to a void
i pick up a pen, exhausted,
and tell myself
( this is how
it is meant
to be. )
Cartharsisthe journey is cathartic,
we swallow mountains
and spit out
flowers, no longer alive
for the end, we curse the sky
and follow our bliss,
we hold our chains
close to heart,
we throw away
our tears in bottles
for another day,
drowed in battle
ships. we're finally free.
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
I Was Always Taught To Be On TimeI always try to set my clock back
and as I was turning hands tonight I realized
how easy it is to manipulate time and
that makes me wonder why I can't turn the clock
back to a time when I thought you loved me.
A Guide to LifeI've never known how to limit myself.
I love with all of my heart
or hate with a burning passion;
sleep too much
or hardly sleep at all;
talk until my teeth crack
or stay silent for so long my voice grows rusty;
work until my bones are showing
or sit around until my legs are stiff;
eat so much I fear my stomach may burst
or eat just enough to keep the dizzy spells away.
It's one extremity
or the other
and I never know
which end of the scale to expect.
But I do know one thing:
whatever it is I am doing,
I put all of the willpower in it
and nothing in this world
will jade my ambition.