Sweet voices filter
through anxious ears letting out
a sob of relief.
Only when his heroes sing
can he breathe and find his wings.
The World AliveThe heavy music is pounding in my ringing ears as the sweat gathers on the back of my kneck under my long, curly pony tail, dripping down my spine and soaking into my thick, black band shirt. I can feel the firm floor shaking beneath my aching feet in their worn sneakers, as the rest of the euphoric crowd and I jump up and down, waving our arms, ignoring all the painful jabs from elbows, feet, and other body parts flailing in the excitement. We're all packed in tightly like sardines, watching wide eyed, as the band members take the stage by storm, feeding off of the energy of the grasping fans below them. In every breathe I take I inhale the sweet scents of fake smoke and sweat. Tasting nothing but the dryness of my own mouth, I continue to belt the lyrics that the rest of the crowd and I know all too well. We're so loud we almost overpower our idols on the stage, as they preach acceptance, convincing us to believe in ourselves, even if its just for the night. Flashing, colour changing
I Was HypnotizedYou owe me your best advice,
anything that can help will suffice,
you got me hooked,
I was hypnotized.
You used to pull the strings,
had my stomache in a backwards upswing,
but you broke every bone,
and left me alone and hanging.
The Last NightIt will finally be over. All I have to do is jump. I was standing behind the railing of the town bridge.
Blinded by my anger and pain all I could think of was the countless fights; all the nights that I'd cried myself to sleep; all the time I'd spent inflicting pain upon myself. But it was the most recent fight that was lingering behind all my other memories right now.
"You're useless! And selfish!" Mom yelled as I entered the house, past curfew as usual.
I didn't meet her eyes as I walked past her to my room, ignoring the urge to yell back. I had learnt over the years that yelling only made things worse.
"You can't do anything right! All you care about is yourself! Did you ever think of how I might feel? Not knowing where you are, worrying about you!" I could hear her screaming at me from the other side of the door now.
"Sometimes I'm so afraid that you won't come back!"I heard her yell as I pulled my headphones over my ears, blaring the loud, angry music that I'd grown so a
Dedication Road"Stay awake, get a grip and get out you're safe,
From the weight of the world just take,
A second to set things straight.
I'll be fine even though I'm not always right,
I can count on the sun to shine,
Dedication takes a lifetime,
But dreams only last for a night."
But only dedication can make your dreams come true. A lifetime of dedication. Sometimes you have to leave other dreams behind. Sometimes you have to leave people behind, even after they've helped to propel you forward. They get discarded on the side of the road, a road called Passion Street. And only after you've walked down Passion Street, can you turn left and walk down Dedication Road, to reach Glory Lane.
I vaguely remember the day those men brought the old piano into my house. It was old then, and it's old now. An aging, brown upright piano that had belonged to my great-grandmother, my mother's grandmother. I watched, my eyes wide, as they placed the piano along the wall, taking in the many black and white keys (52 whit
I AmI am musical and crazy.
I wonder what it would be like to fly,no airplane required.
I hear Nezumi singing.
I see spotlights when I close my eyes.
I want a cello.
I am musical and crazy.
I pretend I'm married to Andrew Dennis Beirsack.
I feel exasperated.
I touch smooth, white, ivory keys.
I worry that I'm going to be stuck in this little town for the rest of my life.
I cry when I'm at a loss of what to do with my life.
I am musical and crazy.
I understand that sometimes my life will suck.
I say music is the one and only true saviour for the world.
I dream that I'll perform for a crowd of one million.
I try to be the best ninja I can be.
I hope that my music can help people realize who they really are.
I am musical and crazy.
The Feeling of ParoxysmI'm numb, detached,
my limbs hanging at
my mind disconnected
from my heart and soul.
The only feeling I remember
is the feeling of paroxysm,
like my mind and
heart would explode.
Now it's all I can hope for.
To be able to shake violently
with sobs again.
Instead I'm left attempting to
crush my skull with
my bare hands.
Screaming, kicking out for
something that isn't there,
something to shatter,
something to shred like a paper heart
that belongs to a false hope.
Set Fire to the Worldraise the jail bars above your head,
and burst from your cage,
the world might not welcome you with open arms.
but you've got no reason to be afraid.
Embrace your faults with a smile on your face,
with outcast written across you forehead,
screw low key, and being a part of the background,
scream to be heard, and dance to be seen.
turn the volume up on your heart,
let it beat to a different drum,
stronger than before, you're untouchable,
unstoppable, setting fire to the world.
You Say Disgrace I Say FreedomI'll spread my wings, ripped of their plumage and strength. I'll fly. I swear I'll soar high above your atrocious yet lovely head. I'll feel beautiful when I look in the mirror, even if I see your dangerously perfect face laughing at me, shining in the mirror behind me.
You say I'll fall from grace,
but really I'll soar to freedom.
When I think back, long ago
Back when our family was starting to grow
I will tell you a story
That takes place very early
It was a beautiful morning
Your father was still snoring.
He had your brother in his arms
I woke up feeling queasy
And I got up, that wasn't easy.
I ran to the bathroom and locked the door
Almost puking on the floor.
After that I took a test
And found out that
Yes! I was pregnant with you!
It was a long road, filled with twist and turns
Some troubles happy, others concerns.
It wasn't until 4 months when the problems had dropped.
Then I felt a terrible pain, and my heart almost stopped.
I had your father rush me to the hospital, the pain was too much for me
Your brother was confused, I was crying, letting out a pained plea.
But it was too late.
I couldn't save you.
I was too weak, you were too.
When I found out that you were gone.
I had no one to count on.
I never found out if you were a boy or a girl,
If you were going to have straight hair or curls.
My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seen
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh
In loveI made a mistake
Nobody can fix
Love caught me again
Oblivious to reason
Vanquishing my sanity
Ending this nightmare is beyond my power
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck
[A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.]
Every single fucking day.
You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Gentlemen, if she's drunkGentlemen, if she’s drunk
if she’s had too much to drink
if her cup is spilling
and her cheeks are now bright pink.
If she claims that she wants you
to embrace her and hold her tight
if she grabs you and mutters
that this very moment is right.
Then leave her,
keep your distance.
A drunk woman is a snake
to a man who wants to help.
Put a hand on her, you’ll
see what I mean.
if you see her at the bar
to tipsy to keep herself steady
then be the better man
and leave when you’re ready.
Don’t offer help,
don’t take her home
just ignore her cries
for you not to leave her alone.
She may be a girl you met
when drinking your sorrows away
or your loving girl friend
whose parents were out for the day.
But you have no idea sir,
what a drunk girl can do,
if you just want to help her
she’ll ruin you.
You may not have touched her
but you put her in you car
next morning the cops
asked why you took her from the bar.
And she’s crafted a story
so confused an
My SaviorTrapped in your darkened room
I run towards the bolted door
Bashing my fist against the steel
Until my bleeding hands can hit no more
The stillness taunts my mind
Each strike hurts more than before
In the shadows I see your laughing face
I curl into a ball, crying on the floor
Your words slash my broken soul
My dignity deteriorating with each new law
The devils voice is sweetened nectar
Your voice, a continues gnaw
I find light within your gloom
The goodness somewhere deep in your core
Whip ready, you stand
My savior that’s all I saw
A Haunted HeartOh tender whispered words
so frequent you come
as fleeting as fluttering birds
what part of your heart are they from?
Could they be a form of true love
as fresh as a spring breeze
as graceful and beautiful as doves
sitting within the sunny trees?
Are they from a place more meager
where your heart cannot decide
where it was never very eager
next to where your courage died?
Either way, I feel deeply for you
your heart knows not what it wants
if only it knew sincerity like mine too
a lovely and desolate place indecision haunts.
Little GirlA little girl
My little girl
Do what is good
Never let them get the best of you
Forget this night
A little girl
My little girl
I'll miss you
I'll remember you though I'm dead
Always be safe
Don't be sad
You're the only one I had