The DancerThe Dancer
A flower's roots need room to grow
So don't keep me waiting here
I need somewhere to go
I can't promise I'll always be near
I can't find me anywhere
I want to find somebody new
I want to find something to do
Out there, there is a great big sky
If I dance, I might just fly
A moon both waxes and wanes
So if I were to act obscene
I might appear to be insane
I'm not trying to be mean
I am not all what I seem
I want to spend all my time with you
I want to find something we could do
The whole world is like the endless sea
If I dance, what will become of me?
A leaf doesn't stop tumbling in the air
So I will walk the path of Fate
I will not bleed; I will not care
I will not organize my journey by date
I would only end up arriving too late
I want to stop arguing with you
I want to feel something new
The world's getting colder by and by
If I dance, will I be able to cry?
A dancer can walk among the stars
So allow me to walk straight and tall
I will not be held back by my scars
Come What May KarkatxReader 1Karkat groaned as his head swiveled around the class room, his eyes scanning the room and falling on the girl who sat in the seat next to him, just a two feet away in the next row.Come What May KarkatxReader 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was bobbing her head up and down, scribbling quickly on her paper, her tongue stuck out just the slightest bit.
Karkat watched as she moved the slightest bit in her chair, seeming to do a miniscule version of a dance to the music flowing into her brain.
Her (e/c) eyes focused on the assignment before her, reading it at a rapid pace.
Karkat could just barely hear the music she was hearing, the extreme beats of an unknown song a whisper to him.
Unable to hear it, Karkat groaned again, crossing his arms over his chest in defeat. Why did she get to be all happy and dance in her seat?
Even if no one else could see it....
Karkat slammed his head into his crossed arms as they extended before him, taking up the empty space of his desk.
He hated school. Hated it with the living passion in his secret blood color,
FacadeI have a special power,Facade9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That not many share.
It’s a rare one. However,
Sometimes, I wish it weren’t there.
I can see people, not as they look,
But how they are.
All the years it took,
To understand their scars…
Some people are demons,
Black with red eyes,
Flocking in legions,
I don’t believe their lies.
Some people are small,
Quiet and insecure,
They resort to a crawl,
To stay obscure.
Some people are wolves,
They believe they are gods,
They take the others for fools,
In their own arrogance, they’re caught.
Some people are dead,
Walking gray shells,
With a hanging head,
Looking toward Hell.
And then there’s her...
On her skin,
There are no scars,
On her face, a glowing grin,
And her eyes shine like stars.
However, what I see,
Are the bloody lashes,
Still fresh and bleeding free,
And the open gashes.
They’re real, but only in her mind.
She does this to herself,
For she doesn’t think she’s the kind,
To love herself.
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,Clear Wrist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
Feelings?Feelings?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
______ spun in her swivel chair at her friend Sollux's hive. She was there so much after they became friends that she had acquired her own chair and select other things especially for her. How had the met? Well, over the computer of coarse; they had both been in a guild on a MMORPG and the leader of the guild had paired them together for a dungeon run through and after they figured out that their characters worked well together and they -over time- got closer until [Name] became a regular fixture in his hive. She was pretty adept with technical things and over all just an intelligent person, granted clumsy and a little bit dim to situations some times, but intelligent none the less. All of this quickly lead to their moirialegance. Right now though, she was bored. She had been trying to fix her code for nearly two whole hours, something that Sollux had taught her how to do but she wasnt exactly the best at... Honestly she was more a com
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:Why I Always take a Jacket1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
A Sinner's LullabyHush little baby,A Sinner's Lullaby1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don’t say a word.
The lines of good and sin
Close your eyes,
And say goodnight.
You’ll find your light.
Have sweet dreams,
My dear young love.
You’re barren of.
Hush little baby,
Rest your head.
Your shining hope
Is not yet dead.
GenderfluidLately I've been caught up in myself.Genderfluid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This zero gravity state of understanding,
but begging whatever gods that be,
To just be confused again.
Im just that 'girl'
With the misty eyes and the tired smile,
Dark lips and 'stomp on your heart' boots.
And that 'girl'
With the jeans and
Three sizes to big shirts
Wanting to maybe be that 'boy'
But in reality...
(And they wish to God they could say that didn't scare them.)
Rejection: Equius X ReaderRejection: Equius X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No, Im uh, very sorry ___, but I do not have uh...flushed feelings for you." ___, that was you, the words being spoken by Tavros Nitram, your long-time flush crush.
You were crushed under the weight of your rejection. You didn't think someone like TAVROS would reject you. The guy had absolutely NO chance of getting a girlfriend, yet he rejects you. There were tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall.
"Oh... Alright, I'll just... Go home. Nice seeing you Tavros." You ran home before the troll could say anything. You slammed the door behind you, sliding to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and you started to cry.
There was a pounding on the door and a gruff voice called your name from outside. "___. I demand you to open this door." Equius Zahhak. Your moirail. You sighed and opened the door.
The Sagittarius had his arms crossed and his face was stern. His eyebrows were furrowed with anger over his cracked sunglasses
Teach me how to GamzeeSo I made a list of stuff you will want if you are cosplaying Gamzee.Teach me how to Gamzee4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Here are references!
Crazy Gamzee references!
Hanyaan is the best at this. THE BEST. Watch and learn, then keep reading this list.
- Gamzee has eyebrows. Use black eyeliner to pencil them in AFTER you finish powdering.
You can get much of this from Stage Makeup Online, which is here: http://www.stagemakeuponline.com/