Promise me you’ll always remember who you are…. who you were… long before… they said you were… no more.

Recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit
Been told to be afraid of everything that comes within

We can talk about it later
But I think you’ve given in

I had a feeling you might
Bury the lie

Going to an Alanon meeting on a Saturday night. My life is so sad. My mood is this song. 

iarekylew00t:

The goal is simple - we thank Hussie for everything he’s done for us. For all the updates, all the people he’s met, everything he’s had to deal with - for making Homestuck. He made something far bigger than he could have imagined. I think it’s time we thanked him.
Everyone who reblogs this will have their URL added to a text file. At the end of April it will be emailed to him along explaining that these are all the people who want to personally thank him for what he does.

iarekylew00t:

The goal is simple - we thank Hussie for everything he’s done for us. For all the updates, all the people he’s met, everything he’s had to deal with - for making Homestuck. He made something far bigger than he could have imagined. I think it’s time we thanked him.

Everyone who reblogs this will have their URL added to a text file. At the end of April it will be emailed to him along explaining that these are all the people who want to personally thank him for what he does.

Endlessness

Rushing sound of fleeting thought

Free form and mind

Moments cycle

A circular logic

Raging fire consuming rationality

Smoldering beneath the crusted mask

Void filled eyes

Empathy has no home here

This is where the altruistic go to die

To rise and fall

A tide of humanity and failure

Collapsing in on itself

Feeling personified

Shame and regret thrive in darkened corners

Tomorrow never dies

The stale smell of broken promises

Haunted fragments of memory

Spiraling downward into oblivion

Calculating attempts to misconceive

Reality illustrates fractured dreams

A trinity of consciousness

Echos through the negative space

The stars turn their backs

Fixated on the darkness

A path that eternally beckons

That will always be demise

Self defeating prophecies

Curses muttered in clouds

A pit of despair

Stuck in the throat of the meek

The mighty king on his knees

Have faith

Hope is near

Prospectively glistening on the horizon

Beyond the grasp of yesterday

Adjusting neurotic delusions

Of pin prick wounds

Paper cut pride

A voice taunts and soothes

It speaks in waves

Gratuitous mutilation of the present

Slithering down the spine of the bold

A loose cannon

Deafening silence of the calm

The storm that knows secrets

The smile of the puppet master

Slowly spinning the drain

Emptying the soul

A toxic release

A cure

A future

A blink

Resonating from the center

Of a hole selfishly created

Heart cut from the chest

Life extinguished 

Smoke lingering in draping swirls

The dawn of nothing

Love lingers listlessly

Silhouettes of internal phantoms

Adjusting into focus

Along the blurred edges

Drifting beyond the clutches

Of destruction

Of rebirth

Of Endlessness

JOHN CENA IS A GOOD MAN! >:D

I’m the hero of the story, don’t need to be saved.

You launched the assault 

With the first cannonball

My soldiers were sleeping

I know that you thought

It would never come down

Down to the wire

It’s friendly fire.

So sincere that sincerity is erased. 

You forget to remember that the mark I made,

Can never truly fade.

A part of me and you.

I have emptied all my hatred all I have left is sympathy.

Refuse to be one dimension when I can be three.

Trivial as it is to forgive those who wouldn’t forgive me.

I am more than alive now, I am free.

I have accepted all of my past mistakes and the responsibility.

Will not be ashamed of the path taken.

I was not born perfect, nor can I ever be.

But I have to thank you, for a part of you, made me… me.

A broken heart shatters with cracks.

Through them fall the facts.

Of any happiness and reminisce.

Each and every goodbye kiss.

Held hands and whispered bliss.

Fights, fuss, hissy fits.

True enough that we born into the world whole.

But it’s the journey not the know.

Our beauty is found in how we grow.

It’s the pit falls and knee scrapes.

It’s the learning to love through the hate.

Mending fences so torn and broken.

Decisions made, your final word spoken.

Find a way to shove it all away.

Forget me and forget the pain.

Forget the sunshine and focus on the rain.

Forget the bond and carry the blame.

Demonize, criticize, for shame.

Burn it all in white hot flames.

Will you forget a simple time too?

When you were a friend of me,

And I, a friend of you?

When backyards and swing sets were all we knew?

When pool tables were jungle gyms?

When I ran from you,

And you chased me?

When a birthday invitation was sealed with a tiny pink kiss.

R.S.V.P.?

Time has past and the children grown.

A jaded world became all they’ve known.

You hurt me,

And I hurt you too.

The universe we knew we tore into two.

Take what’s yours.

I’ll have mine too.

And forget to remember all we once knew?

But don’t forget this too, a part of ME, made you… you.

Live and Love and Learn.

Crash and burn.

Destroy and create.

Deface and replace.

In the end you can never truly erase.

Why, Where, When, How and Who…

What my existence meant to you.

And reflectively,

All your existence will always mean to me.