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.
My First KissWalked right into the room
and saw her standing there.
Her face filled with gloom,
touching her lovely hair.
Not wanting to be distant,
I asked if she was fine
and right there, in an instant,
she put her lips on mine.
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB Community
I don't know what to say, or how to put it.
But the statement above holds powerful meaning.
A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.
And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.
Then take it from the boy,
who felt love for males, but at the same time,
felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.
Or take it from the girl,
who loved the touch of her same sex,
but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.
And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”
who are shunned or looked down upon,
by those they believed they could rely on.
And those who raise an eyebrow, who are against
LGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,
who practically scream “get away from me”.
So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?
Does their sexual preface offend you that much,
to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.
If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
Golden AfternoonI long to go back to the days
When all was not stained these muted grays,
But shaded hues of golden afternoon;
I feel like everything ended too soon...
Wishing I could return to the place
Where you always had a smiling face,
With fallen leaves stuck in our hair,
And dirt that seemed to cling everywhere...
Leaving trails through the empty forest wood,
Racing to catch up, if only I could...
Lost out in the middle of nowhere,
When my heart is gone, you can find it there...
Everything was shiny and gold,
Never thinking that we would grow old,
I'd take a nap and dream of bees,
Lurking there, safari through the trees...
The jungle cat would lie in the shade,
Watching, as my dreams slowly fade...
This place only exists within my memory,
Yet no one can wake me from this reverie...
It's my sacred secret place,
Where I vanish, without a trace...
[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
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it