Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?The road past the rolling hillsThe flowers and the sunThe clouds moving on beckoning us.Wide is this pathA single way falling into the horizon,A lonely journeyI long to walk this pathTo run towards the end but never reach it.The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onThe universe still expandsWe are but a blip
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summerOverlaying the EarthThe people and the citiesMask the movement at our feet.The birds in the sky- the animals belowAll flowing like water around usChanging while we sleep.The ocean tides-Grasping at the moon,The air-Dancing with the trees,The sun-Aging over time,Our time here-Drawing to an end.Nothing is ceasingDespite our still mindsOur patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListenIn the breeze the cricketsThe fairies light their lanternsAnd the soft glow of nightOr our collective imaginations- radiates
The Best RelationshipOurs isA love unfitted,But full and strong.Since it is while we sit in our own roomsOn the opposite sides of the worldNot knowing we exist.We imagine our life together so sweet,Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walksDown a narrow roadWith my past at my heelsMy future out of reachThe present always catching up.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodI am not out of my wondermentMy knowledge cannot fill upLike a cup. It does not overflow.I will never grow beyond my imagination,My youth is internal, beyond my bodyBeyond my soul and beyond this world.The young ones here are forever.
OursWe come together, and we fade away.We are always here, but we cannot stay.It is what we love, it is what we are.The destiny of everyone, but ours aloneIs what matters to today.
The SunThe sun is shining on the sidewalkOn Tuesday, after school, after warAfter a child is born, and a man dies.The wind that blows in the cold brings in the new warmth.The rain gives life as it helps destroy. The universe that begins becomes to an end.The same sun that shines on the sidewalk shines on our skinOn the soldier and the killer,Everyday.
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,Familiar as I grew;It housed the rise of manyAnd saw the doom of few.Never did I stop to thinkOf those that came before;All I saw was my own path,My own tracks on the floor.And now I see it once againIts age making it new,Strangers faces alienThe air of nineties, too.I stood there when they tore it down,Laughing with my friends.Not once did I stop to mournThe era come to end.
PastRevoke your “was”–Consign me not to “had” and “did”But rather “does.”I contain the infinite–”Contain,” not “contained”–And speak, soak, suffer, sitIn tongues newly-born that strainAfter mine and sense that my“Lives,” “breathes,” “dies,” “loves”Expand into multitudes greater than“Was.”
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Things they don't tell you.Thngs they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:When you wake the next morning, you stillneed to get out of bed in time for work, you stillhave to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brushyour teeth and hair; and when your mother callsto check in, you have to comfort her because she losther dad last night; and when you call your grandmotheryour voice cannot waver lest you upset her, becauseshe lost a man she's known for seventy years and eventhough she would never hold it against you, you stillfeel obligated not to cry; and when you sit downto do your job, you will have to do it with all your heartbecause if you can
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”[Free-style poem]Why do this love this web comic, you ask?Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)We really do love Sollux’s lisp,and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,it's also Rose's amazing magic.How about when Dave starts rappingand Jade Harley begins napping?We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,and how John is such an adorable guy.Or maybe it’s with all the spritesor how prospit glows bright.Can’t forget about Derse’s darknessor Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)There’s also this thing with Tav and stairswhich he t
The DonorThe Doner 7/27/15I've had a good life.I have no regrets.It's time for me to die.What will be my legacy?These are things I wonder.How will I be remembered?Who will mourn me?Have I done enough?Did I appreciate the air I breathe?So I made a decision.A choice of the heart.When I die I will donateparts of me.Parts I hold dear.If in the future I can be helpfulto someone who is without - that willbe my purpose.My corneas, which helped me view beautyand ugliness in this world.I will give to someone who can't see.Maybe they have been blind all theirlife or maybe it's new and it kills them.If I can give them a glimpse of whatI saw then I will die with a grin on my face.My lungs ( although I had asthma and sufferedoccasionally when I was young ) couldbreathe new life into a child ora person with emphysema.Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.And finally my heart. Which now beats fasterknowing my fate. I don't wish to die.But the cancer is coursing throug
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
letters to nobodyi said I don’t want toget out of the warmth ofthis bed but in truth ididn’t want to wake up.last night i read untili was drunk and in themorning i did it againso that i would not haveto deal with the hangover.escapism; i am an alcoholicwho does not know what theyare running away from.i said I write like thisbecause I like lapslock butin truth i was afraid thatthis raw thing in my brainwould not be so pretty withthe rough edges sanded smooth.i put down words until therewas only me and you and myline to the world went dead.i want to die, one day.in the meantime, i can onlylive a skinny life so thereare less strings to cutwhen we get there.i said This is the world –you are here and i pointedto the emotional equivalentof the middle of nowhere.you are replaceable, even toyourself.i know this because sometimesi put you in my place, andnothing changes.but the thing is, somebodyhas to fill this spot, andnobody else is
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeThe song and art of everything.And a pen strokeA brush lineA single noteOur place in that,And were too small to seeThe entire canvas.