I Feel How I FeelI can be happy when I want.I can be sad when I want.I can be up.I can be down.I am free to feel how ever I want to feel.Too bad if others do not like it.It is not their call.I feel how I feel.And if they had their ups and downs, they would feel the same.
AcceptanceAcceptance is one of the hardest yet necessary hurdles in life.Learning to love you the way they are is hard...Hard but not impossible.No judgement.No bias.No complaints.Learn to accept what you have and what you are.There is only one version of you in this life.Accept it.
Hurt A Little And Move OnIt is okay to hurt and cry sometimes.But do not hurt more then needed.It gets you no where.Learn to accept things and move on.Only then will you be free.
ProcessI trust then I love.I get hurt and fall.I get back up and love again.The process repeats.
Trust IssuesThe reason I no longer hold within me the trust for anyone...Is due to the fact that I have been let down by all the people whom I did trust.People who once spoke to me a kind word act like I do not exist.Others who claimed to have held deep feelings for me only used me.No one has the right to tell me to trust them.I have tried that many times.I loved too many times.Was happy too many times.Hoped too many times to finally feel true joy.Time and time again my heart has been broken.Crashing through the glass of shattered faith.Joy only led to pain.The suffering of false dreams.I only broke again.When I thought it was meant to be.
DifferenesNot everyone will like you.However, that does not mean that you are an unlikeable person.People have differing opinions.It is learning how to cohabitate with the differences that will bring peace.
InsomniaWhen my nerves are bad and wondering about.I cannot sleep the night throughout.
VibeI was born with the intuition of sensing vibes from people.Yes that does mean I sense the negative ones as well.Actions and words have two completely different meanings.
Some Wisdom To Reflect OnYou don't really have to do anything to anyone for them to get wierd with you.If their spirit does not mesh well with yours then they do not mesh.It's not meant to be for you to hang with or around those people.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
We are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.I will stitch my skin togetherwith thread of moons and starsto contain the joy of livingand suppress the sadness of deathand light will shine through the seamsblinding the nonbelieverswith beams of the cosmosyou look so goodbathed in the novas and galaxies
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
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.