of clouds and lightningyour lips crashed into minewith such velocity,the lasting momentumcould cause thunder to roll onfor an eternity.your frame cascaded over mineand enveloped me in fallacy.the electric air is truly enviousof just how cruel you can be.the clouds weep.they, too, are ripped apart,time and time again. quickly.briefly. heartbreakingly.always the same, an endless cycle.it goes on.sprites and sparks reach downfrom the skies, through the clouds,to caress the earth brieflyand ultimately set it ablaze.you smile.
ventingyou are more infectious than the goddamnhuman immunodeficiency virus.you crawl through a person's veins and bodyand wrack their minds with manipulation.you build them up with words of pettily worded adoration,then slice them apart with a simple "i was lying."that is all you seem to do. how much of youis even real, i wonder?a hundred pounds of fallacy on top of me.literally. how absolutely crude.ironic, it seems. you love the crude.and yet when i attempt to whisper my feelings,like insects at your tiny morbid feet, they rush by!noticed, yes, but ignored. you do not even botherto stomp all over them as they crawlunder your toes, begging for light again.
Melatonin Mondaymorning mist ofmelatonin drenched mondayslies sifting in the windi never understoodwhy they named stormsafter peoplei'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fineshock me like an electric volti need revivallather rinse repeatlather rinse repeatgarbage lining old roadsgarbage lining false wordsis there a difference?i taste bloodwhen i think of you too muchlather rinse repeatmelatonin mondayoh, godlull me back to sleep
G A L A X I E Swhy should i care . . . . . about what you . . . have
spinoffi am not important.life will go on without me.people will forget me.the galaxy will spin on,and collide without me.a vague child of the milky way,buried shallowly below:a speck in the history of time.i am not important.
Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention PoemResist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.Resist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.I tell myselfI tell myselfDon't call for Blood.I repeatI repeatDon't call for Blood.You're better than thisYou're better than thisDon't call for Blood.You're strongerYou're strongerDon't call for Blood.You don't need the painYou don't need the painDon't call for Blood.It's just an addictionIt's just an addictionDon't call for Blood.It's not what you needIt's not what you needDon't call for Blood.Find a different wayFind a different wayDon't call for Blood.Please cry outPlease cry outDon't call for Blood.Ask for helpAsk for helpDon't call for Blood.Stand up and fightStand up and fightDon't call for Blood.Put it downPut it downDon't call for Blood.This isn't the endThis isn't the endDon't call for Blood.
To YouTo the girl I sawWith the sad, sad eyes.To the boy I metWho wasn't allowed to cry.To the man I sawWho was falsely accused.To the woman I metWho was badly abused.This is my ode to youFor you live on despite it.I'm so proud of youFor you can still fight it.The world is against you,But it's not your fault.It's just the way This world was taught.So live on, live on,Don't you give up here.It gets better later,The light is near.I believe in you,I know you can make it.I'll reach out my hand,If you need it, just take it.You're special, You're important,You're not invisible,You exist, And you'll be fine.
[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 day. 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
Boys and GirlsI like boys.I like girls.I like diamonds,I like pearls.I’m not ‘confused’.I’m not a ‘whore’.I’m just ‘bisexual’,I know that for sure.It does exist.It is for real.It’s not a lie or a cloak,It’s just how I feel.I’ve kissed girls.I’ve kissed boys.Some were serious,Some were toys.Boys are hot.Girls are too.Tell me it’s a ‘phase’,And I’ll punch you.I like boys.I like girls.I like diamonds,I like pearls.
MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,I refuse to be your china doll.With your minions wielding microphonesYour gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clonesYour lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure"Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more...""A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were.A little bit better, and you'll be just like her."Mirror, mirror, at my feet,Cracked and gone like once-was me,Stop begging, stop pleading,Stop lying, stop needing--Let me go.And leave.
Haiku: ConfidenceI.Self-endowed insultsLead to your own broken heart.Wise up. Love yourself.II.Enjoy being you.Love who you truly are, andThe world will follow.