Survival of the IllestAre those hints of lemon I detect?More Like This
Look, I'm just here to get wasted, don't try
to make it more than that.
I'd drink motor oil if I thought
it could get me high; chase it with a shot
you can keep your survival instincts,
in that pretty velvet box (along with all
those other things
you thought you could convince yourself
you lived for). Instincts are the bare
bones of the impossibilities we wanted
to believe in,
those times you tried to tell me that
adrenaline was God's way
we were His chosen ones, we were
special, we were free.
I tried to tell you that instincts and God
can't exist side by side, but I was already
far gone, cornea constellations
spiraling and you looked at me with such pitiful
I just gave up the fight.
I told you once that my goal in life
is to kill myself slowly, immerse my organs
of whiskey and scotch
over a fifty-years-or-so period. "Just think,"
"it will be like an ocean, w
Becoming UnjudgedMore Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Pansexuality"Pansexuals are bisexualsMore Like This
who are just fancy snobs
in need for a 'cooler' word
to fancily name their flaws"
I've heard this said so many times
and yet believe it be untrue
it's scared people telling lies
people scared of something new
First of all I'd like to say
sexuality isn't wrong
there is no need to point it out
and call it a flaw
It's a normal part of us
how nature let's us come
there's homosexuality in all living species
and homophobia in one
Now for there difference
of pansexual and bi
Bisexuals usually have tendencies
Pans give everyone a try
We don't care
if you're from here or there
don't mind the colour of your hair
or the kind of clothes you wear
Bisexuals say "boys and girls
but I prefer one side"
there's nothing wrong with saying that
there's nothing there to hide
All we pans really care about
Is who you are and have been
Is loving you for who you are
really such a sin?
My Invisible LifeMore Like This
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
Dreaming Of TearsMore Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
The Lost PianistThe Lost PianistMore Like This
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
They swore to eternity to unite in bliss.
A promise that surpasses a mere forevermore.<i>
Handsome Eagle - Assassin!TurkeyxAssassin!Reader“Sunlight give me your blessing, for nothing else will.” He was silent after this little “prayer” to the sun. He spoke not another word and even his breathing was barely audible.More Like This
His eyes reopened and he looked up at the clear sky above him, letting the sun land on his for once uncovered face. He sighed rather contently before placing his trademark ivory mask back on his face, whereafter he pulled up the hood of his white robes. Some would call him paranoid, he simply said it was taking the necessary precautions.
He looked down over the crowd that moved around almost in a flurry, people passing by each other in the sea of dull colours that was their clothing. People passed each other, bumped into each other, mingled before disappearing from sight and memory of all the other busy pedestrians. Jerusalem was busy that morning.
The man smiled slightly as he watched, but more at the thought of the monotonous lives those people must lead, walking around on the streets
Viking DenmarkxReader: Chapter 2Viking!DenmarkxReader: Chapter 2More Like This
Months had past since that first night. You learned Danish quickly, you also stuck by your savior most of the time, he wasn't really a savior it was just your luck that that he was an Earl and he'd taken a liking to you though you were unwillingly dubbed his and you were lucky he was nice enough to make any moves though why would he when more poor soul kept being dragged in almost daily. You watched as more prizoners or prizes succumbed the same fate your group did as the warriors left to raid the near by villages with ease. You did eventually learn the guys name when you understood what he was saying and could answer back. "I am Ragnar the powerful" you later learned the power was more that he controlled a rather large fleet and had earned many arm bands "don't you have a name?" You nodded and answered, it did sound more like a demand "It's _____ _____" you answered him. There was a smirk and a slight chuckle "That was your family in the
Commission-Chubby!ReaderxDenmark Chap.2A few weeks later you were sat outside bundled up in a warm jacket, scarf, hat and gloves. Even though it was cold you wouldn’t move; you had found the perfect spot from which to draw and wouldn’t move until the drawing was done and perfect. In front of you was a vast landscape of hills and forests but with the horses in the field it had the most perfect rustic feel to it and you would rather get frost bite than miss it!More Like This
Since moving to the country you had grown close to the 5 Nordics each had different qualities that you loved and as you had expected you quickly ran out of liquorice and beer but you didn’t mind overly about that. You had grown quite close to Mathias in particular, he was always cheerful and happy to spend time with you…and much to your own annoyance you began to grow fluttering feelings when he was around and realised that much to your distress he was beginning to become even more important to you than you would have thought.
You had been so i