Teeth bared like a lion
Dripping venom like a snake
Made of stone
And filled with fire
Strike a match and watch
The city that birthed you burn
A candle-light vigil
Of your own making
For the death of a past
Full of pain
Chant or sing
But say a prayer
Or give a eulogy
Because the chains are gone
And you're free to roam
The world stands wary
Still but not quite aware
You were born of storms
And a hunger for vengeance
Runs deep in your bones
Profanity sissy, I'll tell mom.
No, don't.
Teeth bared like a lion
Dripping venom like a snake
Made of stone
And filled with fire
Strike a match and watch
The city that birthed you burn
A candle-light vigil
Of your own making
For the death of a past
Full of pain
Chant or sing
But say a prayer
Or give a eulogy
Because the chains are gone
And you're free to roam
The world stands wary
Still but not quite aware
You were born of storms
And a hunger for vengeance
Runs deep in your bones
THAT'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
Can't write for shit, but here…
Change
People change.
This is proven.
I do not understand this -
Shouldn’t you be happy with the way that you are?
Is your desire for something more too strong?
I want to tell you how much I hate this new thing that replaced you
But I cannot bring myself to
Because this monster - behind it
Is still you.oooohhh I love that!
Thank you! ~u~
aaaaaaa those are both really good!
Thanks! Mine's kinda based off a character, and I was also just really grumpy
oof
Profanity sissy, I'll tell mom.
No, don't.
You're lucky
@Relsey 's is good too :)
@Relsey 's is good too :)
It's kinda hard to understand and makes no sense out of context
Dreamer
Oh, lonely child
Lost in the wild
Of your own mind
One of a kind
Oh, lovely sleeper
Innocent dreamer
You can't come home
Now you're alone
You're Sleeping Beauty
Or a slumbering dragon
So be careful when waking
I thought I saw you move today
I don't think you're that far away
Your hands will twitch, your lungs will quake
You're never actually awake
I want to shake you, make you see
That you're not who you want to be!
You aren't alive, so you can't die
So, in your head, you'll try to fly…
!!!!!!!!!!
Bad Weather
It's all in your head
Dreaming in bed
For hopeless things
For present kings
If I had just tried
Swallowed my pride
Took off the blind
Someone to find
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Lying freak
Tongue-in-cheek
Hater who
Doesn't know what to do
An empty soul
A hungry ghoul
Who won't
Eat because of the front
She's created
Won't you stay alive
Take the dive
Bones, heart shatter
Doesn't matter
You're a missing brick
A tockless tick
They should be glad
Why are they sad?
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Smoking wreck
Unsigned check
Of a kid
Who likes what she undid
Sad little mess
An unwise guess
Of a worm
Who seems to like
The storm
She's created
Do you still care now?
My final bow
My final trick
To get so sick
Well now you have it
My new habit
Of breaking bones
I want to own
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Hopeless child
Lost in the wild
Coming here
To explain tears
A distant fight
A muffled light
Shining now
Just to reveal the cloud
She's created.
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than
A feather
A tether
Bad weather
No other!
I wrote this for school and it sucks, but take it.
The roar of the waves fills my ears, and strangely dominates the howl of the wind.
It smashes against the rocks of the jetty and dissipates with a faint "sssss".
Moisture caresses my cheeks and smooths my hair with it's gentle hand.
My head tilts back for my silent screams to reach the stars.
ooh that's good! the only thing i'd fix is
with it's gentle hand.
to
with its gentle hand.
Thanks!
The mimes, the mimes, they fill my mind
Looking, pulling, twisting time
The mimes, the mimes, won't go away
They want me to leave
I want to stay
The mimes, the mimes, fill underneath
Below hair, behind eyes, breaking my teeth
The mimes, the mimes, they lift their hands
They never know
Just who I am
The mimes, the mimes, they express thought
Don't speak, don't say whose battle's fought
The mimes, the mimes, they're stuck in me
But they don't know
Who I can be
That's kinda creepy but good!
I like it!
Bad Weather
It's all in your head
Dreaming in bed
For hopeless things
For present kings
If I had just tried
Swallowed my pride
Took off the blind
Someone to find
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Lying freak
Tongue-in-cheek
Hater who
Doesn't know what to do
An empty soul
A hungry ghoul
Who won't
Eat because of the front
She's created
Won't you stay alive
Take the dive
Bones, heart shatter
Doesn't matter
You're a missing brick
A tockless tick
They should be glad
Why are they sad?
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Smoking wreck
Unsigned check
Of a kid
Who likes what she undid
Sad little mess
An unwise guess
Of a worm
Who seems to like
The storm
She's created
Do you still care now?
My final bow
My final trick
To get so sick
Well now you have it
My new habit
Of breaking bones
I want to own
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Hopeless child
Lost in the wild
Coming here
To explain tears
A distant fight
A muffled light
Shining now
Just to reveal the cloud
She's created.
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than
A feather
A tether
Bad weather
No other!
Oh my God this is so genius, a tackles stick literally made me stop and go "wow"
Thank you!
𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟷𝟶𝟻 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝:
It's four in the morning
And
I'm
Not
Asleep.
I love it.
I shouldn't.
It's four in the morning.
Shiny and sparkling and red and sting
And I go to get bandages
And lie back down.
Parents are out.
Siblings at camp.
I haven't left my bed in two days.
Staring at the ceiling
I can't feel my toes
Or my legs
Or my fingers
But it does sound interesting
Like I'm under water.
Maybe I should get a sandwich
Take my prozac
And write a few words.
My characters hate me now
I haven't been paying any attention to them.
I just realized I've been
Holding
My breath.
Neat.
Well, I'm seeing things.
I hate my imagination.
I get snared within my daydreams
It's rather annoying
Nevermind.
I don't have a function anymore.
I just
D
R
I
F
T
The door opens
And
The
Light
Hurts my eyes
For a second.
She sits down and tells me it'll be okay.
I must have been crying.
My eyes are damp.
I feel burning.
But I can't remember
Doing that.
Well, goodnight.
(Here's some bullshit I wrote a few months ago that I don't have the energy to rewrite so it sounds less cheezy.)
Wow that's amazing.
(Aww thanks! I tried! I'm always very literal for like, whatever reason, so sorry about the lack of cryptic metaphors.)