4/13Today4/131 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
Self ImageI look at the reflection in the mirrorSelf Image3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm appalled by what I see
This monster I've become
Staring straight back at me
I don't recognize this creature
Reality tells me that she is me
But I don't believe it
It just cannot be
What have I become?
Where did the real me go?
I think I lost her in translation
Now this image is my foe
I abhor this demon
She's as ugly as sin
Fat as a whale
But she's in my skin
It's a sense of disconnection
To my outer design
My hope is that one day
These two people will combine
a slice of realismhe cradled the neo-cities in his hands,a slice of realism10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
impenetrable (perfection like you're not)
inescapable (irrationality your most wicked foe)
an insignificant speck
in the graveyard of the
most desolate metropolis,
the remaining ghosts
caress my every moment -
living and dead -
and strip me away
till i am nothing
but the sum of my fears
and a husk
ChinadollLook at the china doll.Chinadoll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't she beautiful?
Her eyes, glassy and the blue-gray
Of the sky after a storm, seem to be on
The brink of tears permanently.
Her painted-on smile tries to move,
But if she tries to frown, she is threatened.
"You want your pretty little hands smashed?"
She squeaks in fear and stays still, quivering
But trying not to show it.
"Show them how smart you are," the puppeteer
Commands, his voice hinting at how much is at stake.
She moves mechanically, her joints restrained by fear.
"Look at her take the test! She didn't even study!"
The puppeteer crows. She puts the paper in the
"One wrong?!" roars the puppeteer. His hand swoops down
To attack her cheek. Her porcelain skin cracks, but yet she
Smiles, still on the verge of tears.
"You're a failure!" spits the puppeteer. He takes a hammer to
Her fragile chest and shatters the area where her heart should be.
"Get out of my sight!" He dumps her in t
tworesorting to midnight showerstwo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(growing bones on infertile soil)
a madwoman's work
giving it to youi got a feeling that your gunna drift awaygiving it to you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you cant see why id feel that way
but i watched the cloak tick every single day
as i wore my heart out just to keep them happy
but they still let it shatter on the ground
so why wouldnt you run away?
i'm a broken shard of glass that reflicts in the moon
that some how still lost her way
just hoping you know i might try to push you away
but if you can see the beauty in me and make me beilive
and realize it might be okay along the way
i might smile again knowing im better with you
so now i will gladly take a risk for you
just please try to make it feel safe
because here is my heart and im giving it to you
wreckagelife, he is more than an afterthought...wreckage10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet he withers,
rattling aimlessly in his own infinity,
and i can only observe
behind barriers of sobriety
why has he
nineariel stole your breath more than i ever did -nine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my heart was thudding between your lungs,
because that was the only safe place, or so i was told
i can't remember when my heart caught the fever
for you had guarded it with your own ribcage for so long
my memories melded between your synapses and
we became one
Demon BloodDemon Blood3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Born with glowing crimson eyes,
She has a small, innocent face,
Yet it's not so innocent.
It is scrunched up with hatred,
Hatred for all people,
Hatred for the whole world.
She grows at an abnormal pace,
Eventually becoming old enough,
To go on her own path.
The path of bloodshed,
The path of merciless torture,
Slaughter and Murder.
There's no stopping her,
As she craves for blood.
Getting her revenge on the world,
Yet the world has done no harm to her,
She only craves for blood.
The blood of humans.
So she can satisfy,
Her Demon Blood.
OblivionOblivion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That kind of beauty
can haunt a life
and ruin a man,
the incandescent taste of skin
so fair it flouts
a summer day
and taunts the bed clothes
as if to say
this is but a borrowed pleasure;
the supple lilt of hips
making wastrels of my senses
and savoring the scent
of flesh entrapping secrets
like a summer solstice;
and that last wave of wonder
puckered in a silken crescent
breaking over me
not much we can do about itnot much we can do about it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you were wrong so many times,
you believed it yourself.
You believed that you were stupid,
that you needed to work harder and pay better attention.
But that didn't work did it?
So you were still labeled.
years passed and the labels grew,
StitchesHer name is Stitches and I love her.Stitches6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't believe that - she says it is an improbability.
She doesn't say impossibility and that gives me hope.
No one but me knows why she's called Stitches.
I've run my hands over her soft white skin,
Flushed with the fevers of midnight.
I've touched it.
I've let my fingertips explore the hitches in her skin,
Where her body couldn't quite heal itself.
Old memories of gaping holes and vicious lies.
From her shoulder to her wrist,
From her knee to her ankle,
Any where she can negotiate a knife - she is Stitches.
It makes her cry sometimes.
She says she doesn't like being a rag doll any more.
They're old scars, robbing her flesh of its innocence,
Betraying her old soul - etching it out - a tally on her skin.
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JacobJacob, Jacob, don't torch the way, Jacob.Jacob10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't burn the moonlight.
Leave it rest on the Earth,
Let it refract off the dew-drowned leaves.
Jacob, Jacob, don't kill the moonlight, Jacob.
Don't paint-wash the forest,
Not with the colour of the stars and of the sun,
Allow the night its rise and let her see out her silver-clouded eyes.
Jacob, Jacob, don't waste the night's beauty, Jacob.
Don't stop running though the trees,
Make the ferns sway as you run past,
Let the forest echo your hard breathing and your passion.
Jacob, Jacob, don't ever stop, Jacob.
Screech and call for me,
Cry and laugh for me,
Run after me,
Jacob, Jacob, whisper sweet nothings and fantasies in my burning ears, Jacob.
Never stall me,
Never catch me,
Not until the dawn breaks,
And the dew-drops reflect rainbow flecks in our eyes.
Please Jacob, please don't ever stop.
Let us grow old like this,
The way they used to,
When societal values were mere guidelines,
And young love danced lives and loves away.
LostThe bells toll above,Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my feet are hitting the cobbles,
I am scared,
I fear I have done something wrong.
I knew a young one,
He seemed quite odd,
But I knew that I could trust,
But now I may be late.
I never feared,
I questioned as to what I did wrong,
Did I hurt the boy?
I thought I was doing good,
I tended to him as my own,
I gave him sweets and love,
But maybe it wasn't enough.
I don't know what I did,
But he lashed out,
And I ran away,
I have broken my promise.
So I run,
Trying to find this boy,
So that I may save him,
And maybe I can save my heart.
A Crimson RoseA Crimson Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A blood red rose,
why does such a beautiful thing have thorns?
Is it to explain things are never as they seem
or is it just to frustrate you as you try to grab it's stem?
Crimson flows down your finger,
why is something so grotesque so beautiful?
Could it be that there's beauty in the most despicable things
or that simply we, as humans, are meant to find beauty in everything?
Winged Unknown Becomes KnownWinged Unknown Becomes Known3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You catch her off guard
Deep in the woods
And mildly surprised.
A seductive woman
Stands before you
Her winged glory
Enhanced by the moon.
She is not afraid
You thought she would be
But she is powerful
Cloaked in mystery.
You were disgusted by her existence
She is not human
But she confuses you heart
You reach out for her.
Magic sparks whiz to you
Unable to touch the winged one
For you plotted her demise
You fall to the ground.
Darkness - eyes closed
Soft lips brush yours
She lays with you
To look at stars of magic.
You've fallen in love
With the winged woman
Whose demise you plotted
When you did not know her.
Gods of Earth Gods of EarthGods of Earth5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
two indestructible gods, thrust into being
born to a for
black roses into dustmy swollen heart mimicked sleepblack roses into dust11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing dormancy to be best
and you recalled
my cells being an utter waste
and i trembled before you
because you are the one fear
i cannot face
The lilies she lent (old)The lilies she lent (old)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.
She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.
Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.
Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her love he sold.
For worthless gains oh such pain the girl felt.
With her will, one love lily withered in cold.
Yet he tricked once again; a true fiend was he
and innocent she was, she blindly agreed
to give him a try, only one try, no more
had she only known how deceitful he could be.
He broke 'gain the ties, he engulfed her in pain
another lily did wilt, each