At the peak of my best is when I'm the worst
When I'm in terrible shape is when I'm at my highest
I don't remember whythese sounds keep glitching
Stutteringmoaning in a plea for redemption
When I'm alone I am surrounded by the company of thought
Amidst people I call friends is a crying groan for attention
It's a heartbreaking, lonely lullaby that cracks my control
They may ask why I cry, but they never wanted a reply
It's all metaphorical; of course there are no tears to dry
It makes it easier to hide and smile to cover up the lies
As long as I can make you grin again from the inside as well as out
I'm sick of your emotions in
Tasty, creamy lies are flavored in truth
Giving it that extra zest that has you giggling
Bubbling and boasting about your masterpiece
It's so sweet it sickens my rotten guilt
Time cleanses as it does reveal
Unleashing a colossal mess underneath the pavement
Filth hidden away, but in the end its stench still leeks
Wreaking havoc; reeking of my deceit
And the only band aid I have to offer is 'I'm sorry'
The cheap, flimsy kind that falls off easily
I wanted it to heal you, but it's never the intentions that count
In the end my pathetic amends couldn't cover the truth
Who dug the trench that guides us as a path
And paved the roads we're told to choose
Can we not simply blind this voice of reason
And succumb to the absurdity of thought?
Taste these licorice ink words
There's a hue of confusion and obscurity
In this redemption is an endless stream of flaws
This sweet, caked on mistake portraying false beauty
To the left: walk this fools gold roadcheap and chalky
Behind you: your deep, green ocean of apathy awaits your return
All I hear is options, can I simply not walk?
No such thing as direction, just onward and up
The days have come when stardust is ground into black powder
And the sounds of music are warped into confusing signals
All to numb the addiction for satisfactions that grants no desire
Millions of differences spared of life to settle the haze
And hidden in the depths of questions is where what you seek lies
Underneath the dirt on the surface and the bones even deeper
If you want a real musician you must first seek him out in this abyss
And paint him on the walls of volatile advertisement
The flames danced in the dark
Creating their own false light
Leaving burns behind as their marks
Proclaiming a fear in this new fight
Behind their dark devoted eyes
Disappointment was buried deep
Masked too well by honey sweet lies
Exposed by the demon inside hersound asleep
The white hair of a little girl will earn her names
Her rusted red eyes will silence them
And the colors she bottles up wrap her in chains
Her solitude is bold; against all who condemn
A rainbow is fighting against black and white
So who could blame her when she absconds?
To join the fight against this blight
This choking normality, it has us all conn
Well here we go again
It doesn't really matter
And yet we try to mend
What was already shattered
Surrounded by shards of glass
I wonder why we're still here
'I still care about you' my ass
Please, you're not that sincere
Just leave these shards alone
The blood is not worth the time
There's nothing more to atone
Walk from the scene of the crime
Backward raindrops and harsh thunder before the lightning
Breathe into the sigh and retrace your last smile
Back to the beginning; before the beginning
To the oldest question since the end
Dear my friend, who painted the stars in the ocean
Wavering in the ripples of salty raindrops
Glistening against moonshine and starlight
And rattled these shells under this sea
Eyes a blue so deep it reflects black into
The ocean, my ocean! How you look her over
And disappear into her waves with a streak of light
That grows into a ball of blinding sunshine
Dear, my old friend. Sincerely, the sun
At the peak of my best is when I'm the worst
When I'm in terrible shape is when I'm at my highest
I don't remember whythese sounds keep glitching
Stutteringmoaning in a plea for redemption
When I'm alone I am surrounded by the company of thought
Amidst people I call friends is a crying groan for attention
It's a heartbreaking, lonely lullaby that cracks my control
They may ask why I cry, but they never wanted a reply
It's all metaphorical; of course there are no tears to dry
It makes it easier to hide and smile to cover up the lies
As long as I can make you grin again from the inside as well as out
I'm sick of your emotions in
Tasty, creamy lies are flavored in truth
Giving it that extra zest that has you giggling
Bubbling and boasting about your masterpiece
It's so sweet it sickens my rotten guilt
Time cleanses as it does reveal
Unleashing a colossal mess underneath the pavement
Filth hidden away, but in the end its stench still leeks
Wreaking havoc; reeking of my deceit
And the only band aid I have to offer is 'I'm sorry'
The cheap, flimsy kind that falls off easily
I wanted it to heal you, but it's never the intentions that count
In the end my pathetic amends couldn't cover the truth
Who dug the trench that guides us as a path
And paved the roads we're told to choose
Can we not simply blind this voice of reason
And succumb to the absurdity of thought?
Taste these licorice ink words
There's a hue of confusion and obscurity
In this redemption is an endless stream of flaws
This sweet, caked on mistake portraying false beauty
To the left: walk this fools gold roadcheap and chalky
Behind you: your deep, green ocean of apathy awaits your return
All I hear is options, can I simply not walk?
No such thing as direction, just onward and up
The days have come when stardust is ground into black powder
And the sounds of music are warped into confusing signals
All to numb the addiction for satisfactions that grants no desire
Millions of differences spared of life to settle the haze
And hidden in the depths of questions is where what you seek lies
Underneath the dirt on the surface and the bones even deeper
If you want a real musician you must first seek him out in this abyss
And paint him on the walls of volatile advertisement
The flames danced in the dark
Creating their own false light
Leaving burns behind as their marks
Proclaiming a fear in this new fight
Behind their dark devoted eyes
Disappointment was buried deep
Masked too well by honey sweet lies
Exposed by the demon inside hersound asleep
The white hair of a little girl will earn her names
Her rusted red eyes will silence them
And the colors she bottles up wrap her in chains
Her solitude is bold; against all who condemn
A rainbow is fighting against black and white
So who could blame her when she absconds?
To join the fight against this blight
This choking normality, it has us all conn
Well here we go again
It doesn't really matter
And yet we try to mend
What was already shattered
Surrounded by shards of glass
I wonder why we're still here
'I still care about you' my ass
Please, you're not that sincere
Just leave these shards alone
The blood is not worth the time
There's nothing more to atone
Walk from the scene of the crime
Backward raindrops and harsh thunder before the lightning
Breathe into the sigh and retrace your last smile
Back to the beginning; before the beginning
To the oldest question since the end
Dear my friend, who painted the stars in the ocean
Wavering in the ripples of salty raindrops
Glistening against moonshine and starlight
And rattled these shells under this sea
Eyes a blue so deep it reflects black into
The ocean, my ocean! How you look her over
And disappear into her waves with a streak of light
That grows into a ball of blinding sunshine
Dear, my old friend. Sincerely, the sun
I forget a lot at times
Oblivious, I miss the chimes
I forgot the ground is white
On this winter hell-ish night.
I find myself traveling the interstate
Whenever I realize I’m still a primate.
Ask to be human, get away.
Realize that I’m still awake.
I have not changed, I am the same.
I am the same, just barely sane.
Use the world to get my way,
Just to make it to another day.
Caught in a Dream by ThexDarkestxMoment, literature
Literature
Caught in a Dream
Last night I had the fortune of having a dream,
And in that dream, my dreams came true.
I was going to see you once again, my love.
You were coming not to stay, but for a visit.
I was overjoyed. Just the thought of having you,
Once again, in my sight. I waited anxiously.
I sat upon my doorstep in lieu of your arrival.
I sat there waiting, as the time for your arrival rapidly approached.
Until I heard repeated sound of a hand laid on my door.
My fortune was halted as I responded to the tapping.
It was an officer of the law, with hat in hand.
"Excuse me sir, I have some bad news," he said.
"It is about your wife, sir. It appears that on h
A Night with Friends by ThexDarkestxMoment, literature
Literature
A Night with Friends
It’s different spending one thirty in the morning with friends
Versus spending it in isolation.
I feel awake, I feel safe.
I feel real.
I know I will start my day in the seven short hours exactly the same.
I know tomorrow will bring the same sense of security as today.
So I will wait:
Wait for my body to choose a time to stop,
Then go to sleep and awake before long.
I will not be getting much sleep tonight,
And that’s just fine.
This day was great,
This night is better.
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
A very long while. I wouldn't be surprised if many of you unwatched me.
But yeah, I haven't been on in months. Maybe a year? Basically a long time. I have over a thousand messages and I plan on going through none of them. Sigh. So. I might stay. I might just delete this account, I don't know. /:
But just saying I'm still alive. Mostly. Been on tumblr. If anyone would care to follow my url is rupertsaysteatime.tumblr.com. [You know you want to. You can't resist.]
So if any of you remember me, hello! c: Rob, you might still be on this site. So hi, Rob.
Ranting and a meme. Just a fair warning.
Might as well rant first.
SUMMERRRR. This summer I swear I'll actually get shit. All those requests you guys have been feverishly requesting? I'll do them. Stories I never finished? Bam. Already writing. Okay, that's a lie, but I'll get on it. Expect random homestuck fanfiction if anything at all, actually. Yes, that means ships. Lots of ships. ALL the ships. Know what? Don't count on those requests being done too quickly, cause lately all I've been drawing is homestuck fanart. >.> I'm sorry, non-homestuck watchers of mine. You may or may not get spammed with my crappy scribbles of sloppy makeouts t
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AWKWARD QUESTIONING TIME, GO!
• 1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
I think it would be pretty hard to have sexual intercourse with facebook. Just saying.
• 2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
Haha, no >w>
• 3. Have you taken someones virginity?
Oh haaaale no.
• 4. Is trust a big issue for you?
Not necessarily, but it's nice.
• 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
Nope, don't like anyone.
• 6. What are you excited for?
Cake. Lots and lots of motherf*ckin cake.
• 7. What happened tonight?
Freaked my friend out so bad sh
Hello--- Don't know if you've noticed, but I've kind of glommed on to your and Kitty's Zonestuck project, and I've made a wiki in which to brainstorm. It is located here: [link] I invited you with the e-mail address you had listed on your cookie-buddy-wiki account, but I'm not sure it worked... can you edit the wiki?