Draw a deep breath, look down the barrel,
At someone with whom you've no quarrel.
Stay alone, solo, keep your space clear,
Fight for gold, a killer without peer.
RobotsWhat is thought? What lies behind those glittering eyes?
Where is alive? Who can say what for life vies?
Steaming pistons drive it on,
Seeking purpose, here and gone:
The single lonely, Automaton.
Min-YoungWhat a face to show them all-
How refined, how graceful,
But what is there inside her?
What thoughts and feelings hidden stir?
The Middle ChildBack to the corner,
I wrap my hands around my knees.
Alone, away, far away,
Another hurt, another blame,
Another day of hurting,
Like some sad and twisted game.
It's not my fault,
They did it first,
Why am I caught,
When they did worse.
Why am I the middle child?
A LivingO, my lord, the horoscopes,
On which idiots pin their hopes.
Aquarious, huh? Well, you've got it bad,
Taurus, Pisces, I hate this fad.
I'll write your fortune, ya nuts,
Just long enough to bank the bucks.
The DiceOh, Lady Luck, please bless my dice,
They roll, roll, roll, YES!
Let me rake in those winnings, nice!
Again they roll, roll, no!
I watch the winnings melt away,
Oh, god, what is this?
I lay a single nickel down,
And take the dice again.
Watch the dice go, roll roll roll-YES!
Dash, look at that roll!
Take it all, or double down. . .
There it goes, there it goes, there it goes- YES!
Now, But ThenWhat a pretty girl, come get me a drink!
What a pretty girl, sit and play with me!
What a pretty girl, it's not what you think.
What a pretty girl. . .
Nothing to be mean,
I like a clever plan,
But never for more than jest,
I could never be disloyal,
Never, as long as I remember you.
hold me close and open me (open close, open close)here is a haiku to set the mood:
i view you with eyes
of telescopes. you see me
through a blind man's eyes.
i am as depressed as my
tongue. an examination
of my uvula lets doctors
tell me what's wrong
your orthodontist told me
to close my eyes
& open my mouth
your optometrist told me
to close my mouth
& open my eyes
you told me
to close my heart
& open my legs,
but i just closed the window
of your Facebook, a window
& opened a door
Plaidanother night with plaid
trickling down my arm -
it spreads without me feeling it.
another night waiting
for the squares between the cuts
to get smaller and smaller
and eventually vanish
so my body is nothing but negative space
and I'll finally disappear.
another night with plaid,
with stripes and spots and streaks -
another night painting over the
The Stars, The Moon, and YouI opened my hand,
And out flew out a little bird
She tweeted about the stars
She tweeted about the moon
And she tweeted about you
I laughed as you fumbled with my hand
You thought it was magic
I kissed you goodnight
And I watched the stars, the moon, and you
It seemed so peaceful
Till the world went black
I felt defenseless as they stole you from my heart
You cried, you laughed
I wanted to run
But something held me down
So now I just watch the stars and the moon
And hope that one day,
I’ll wake to you next to me
That little bird never stopped tweeting for you
And I sang along
She stopped one day and stared at the sky
Her wings became mine and I flew
I followed your heartbeat
Across the ocean
I saw the stars, the moon,
And eventually you
To my surprise, you had grown so much
I thought I was only a memory
But then you laughed
And I cried
And we went back to watching the stars and the moon
And I watched you.
That bird f
Being Pretty Won't Save You"Being pretty won't save you,"
she says as if she knows exactly
what I'm thinking
As I look into her ebony eyes
deeper than the universe, her face
dotted with freckles like stars in the night sky,
the lines on her wrists counting days where
it was just that hard to hold on,
she opens her mouth once more and repeats,
"Being pretty won't save you
and neither will being smart or being
talented or being rich of having a
better personality or a better dream."
"Because with each imperfection you
erase, another one will come into
clearer view until you've erased them all
and suddenly you'll look at yourself
and wonder who it is that's
looking back at you in the mirror,
and you won't have a clue."
A is for Analytical, C is for crazy.Fluid candelight hollows the bruises under his eyes,
carves his face into shadows and highlights.
He sits, steady and quiet, and listens.
They whisper and laugh and sigh,
chatter like mockingbirds.
(He believes it's all code. They whisper his secrets and laugh at him.
They mock him, those mockingbirds.
His head says he's too smart to fall for friendship.)
No one's quite sure why he wont trust,
a wire loose in his brain, they say.
A thinker, she is, with faded phrases and calculations.
She is wrapped around a train of thought
that twists and mutilates until it is no longer recognizable.
Recreation of her thoughts are futile,
she cannot explain the clockwork of her brain.
(She measures the tapping of their foot, the glance of their eyes.
They spill and spit their words,
and she knows they calculate the way they will cut.)
She is awkward, pauses before she speaks,
has to sort through her train wreck of thoughts, they say.
Blurring the line of personality and silence,
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
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
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