a single silent screaming continuum;
one moment frozen on wild rolling rubber,
utter nonsenseTime is my victim!
I sell boredom with sentences.
Sunshine stokes iridescent smoky steam
behind closed eyelids,
my semblance of thought shudders to halt and
gray skies cloud clear conscience,
it sets in that an exercise in pretentious futility
is this poem of utterly pompous nonsensical utterances.
observation: sundaycaffeine crash came and went.
disconnected thoughts grow out of sunday homework weariness.
the nothing room is filled by small sunday supper's emanated olfactorial elicitations.
cold sweat condenses on dank dark air streaking the walls of the void with muted invibrancy.
observation: wednesdayA red-faced boy-man steps slowly from soccer to school.
Empty sunglass-shaded eyes stare at feet fording muddy football mire.
Hands in pocket words in throat nothing moves but legs carrying a drawn defected cell from a singular screaming mass of undefined undulating body mass.
Brown becomes green becomes gray becomes hollow footsteps echoing off red brick wall that opens to receive receding figure.
Under empty skies a crowd cheers on.
observation: mondayTelevision competes with subdued early small talk.
Culture shock café counter mixes creed age race in the name of breakfast.
Through windows lounge languidly aged shadows of bygone high school masculinity.
Sunlight dissolves gray cloudy window grime to light up milky brown steaming savior.
paroxysm Ithe vagaries of high school living encrust life like dirt over a pearl but
there is no pearl there wasn't one there's just
a dressed up shell filled with empty stagnant air hot with the stank of
superficial illusion intangibility
confusing murky uncertainty
all carefully designed and implemented to
provide the most utterly average life conceivable by
societal standards which turns the
cycle of the middle class ever onward ridding it of
any meaning it may have once had on each revolution of
employment ideals as it spins through halls of blaring media
in the home of western democracy
on the eternally revolving planet of
observation IItwin demonic twin demonic
fire eyes fire eyes
guard the passage of two chains;
one red; one white;
both dragged senseless roving
observation IBlaring nightroom musehole
the day discontent
with wailing, euphoria-
Innocence LostHe called me.
Asked me to come over.
I run down the hill.
Go up a strangers driveway.
Jump over a fence.
Climb down a tree.
Enter the house through the back door.
He erases my number from the phone.
So no one will ever know he called me.
In his room he kisses me.
Lying on his bed there are more kisses.
Then he asked the question.
I said no.
He asked again.
I said no.
He continued to ask.
I said no.
Finally I quit arguing to shut him up.
On the floor.
Neon pink underwear.
On the floor.
Union Bay blue, yellow, brown striped shirt.
On the floor.
I lie naked on his bed.
He unzips his pants.
I turn my head away.
Not wanting to look.
Then the pain.
Pain you never forget.
I remember how much it hurt.
I told him.
I do not know.
I will never know.
I am just glad.
I look to the right.
I see the clock on his night stand.
Bright red letters scream at me.
I need to go.
I get up and get dressed.
His parents w
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
UglyMy eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
Random Homestuck Troll Character Facts(1)Aradia Megido once finished "The song that never ends".
(2)Tavros Nitram can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.
(3)Time waits for no man, unless that man is Sollux Captor.
(4)Godzilla is a Japanese rendition of Karkat Vantas's first visit to Tokyo.
(5)Nepeta Leijon does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure. Nepeta Leijon goes killing.
(6)Kanaya Maryam does not need to "style" her hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.
(7)Terezi Pyrope can taste lies.
(8)Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind every dead man, there is Vriska Serket.
(9)TNT was originally made by Equius Zahhak to help indigestion.
(10)"Let the bodies hit the floor" was originally written to be Gamzee Makara's theme song.
(11)When you say "no one is perfect", Eridan Ampora takes this as a personal insult.
(12)Contrary to popular belief, the Titanic didn't hit an iceberg. The ship was off course and accidentally ran into Feferi Peixes while sh
don't spend your days
with lifeless, dreary stone
don't linger where
blood was once spilt
i am not
in either place
i stay with
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
Perfectly ComfortableYou are comfortable now,
Though tired from your day at work.
You lay your head upon the pillow,
And you start to fall asleep...
It is quiet in your apartment,
The silence is soothing.
You soon begin to dream,
And though your dream is initially pleasant...
Something seems to be off in the things you see around you.
You find yourself walking through the streets,
The old pavement beneath your apartment.
It looks like it always has except for all those cracks in the stone.
Crick-crack, crick crack.
You turn your eyes from the paving,
To see the streets lined with people.
Shivering, grim; their eyes hold little hope,
Save for a warm night' meal.
You begin to feel a little more frightened.
Your tie is getting pretty tight.
You stagger into your office, your lips going blue.
You try to alert someone,
But your colleagues no longer have faces...
They are simply mouths, large and unrelenting,
Belting you with a storm of words that drowns you out.
You are silenced, in a world