That is where I hope to fly
For you have gone where I cannot reach
A place only dreams can breach
But I know we will meet again
Because the end is never permanent
When we fall, we flyWe're spiraling down
Baby don't sell me out
Use the time that we've got
And we'll live it up loud
Heart on the line
Just one breath 'til you're mine
Hand in hand down we fall
Through this moment in time
Can't say it was wrong
Won't say it was right
But I know we need this
So let's light up the night
You're the oil to my fire
Heart burning in my name
And still you lift me higher
I'll try to do the same
So yeah we're spiraling down
We're both burning out
Flames turning to ashes
But burning sunlight as we drown
We begin anew once moreFlip over the page - a new story begins
A blank book awaits the ink of your life to trail markings down its binding
Winding your way across new parchment
We move slowly
One page at a time
Until the back cover closes on us
And the force of your life - that powerful ink
Your story flings open the covers and spills itself into the next book
Engraving new tales in empty pages once more
As long as there are stories to be told, a series need not end
EscapesAcross this heartland scars do run
That is why exists my dreamscape
Tell me love, do I burn like the sun?
Hold me while the light is fleeting
Across this dreamscape I take flight
Straying my thoughts from reality
Tell me love, am I cold as the night?
Touch me while the dawn is breaking
Between these two I wander lost
Unknown for what I'm truly yearning
Help me love, I'm fading like the stars
Keep me while the world is turning
And we will burnThe words are like fire in my heart and my throat burns as I give them voice.
A solemn apology to a grander time when you, a handsome outsider, called my home interesting.
You left earthquakes in your wake and I promise you they will remain.
Although fate does not have our goals at heart, know that I would defy the universe for you.
How I miss the days when we watched the lights dance just under the void.
Gone are the times where what I called normal had you grinning like a fool and praising the nature of existence.
I know that where you are is far away, yet I also know there is a door waiting for you to find it.
For the first time in so long I am allowed to speak the truth and oh it burns.
Fire is a potent weapon and also a symbol of hope.
To do both for the only place I have ever called home, I set my vocal chords alight.
A solemn apology to grander times long past.
Times never to return.
A thousand “I'm sorry”s to future promises broken.
Goodbyes never given.
OcarinaTell me the days
Show me the nights
Bring me back to when everything was right
You gave me a song
Your melody to keep
A sign that our friendship was ever so deep
It was simpler times
We laughed and we cried
But always together side by side
Now these notes ring hollow
They echo in the empty air
I have to wonder if you are still somewhere out there
The familiar landscape beyond recognition
The world I know has changed
I traverse it with desperate hopes to see you again
The lush forest draws me back
With the faint familiar melody
Yet the only time I call it home is in my memories
Time has taken us apart
And your music is all I have
Within the meadow I take your seat
And play softly your song
on the instrument you gave to me
Full MoonLonely is a hard word to define
Wanting others around?
That being impossible?
Or simply being on your own?
Maybe it's all of the above
But if you've always been alone, does it truly count?
How can you tell the difference if you've never had the opposite?
Darkness can only be defined by lack of light
But if you've never seen the light to begin with...
Apathy is poisonous
That you proved to me and so much more
What was it I said to you that night on the train?
"I'm trusting you to watch my six"
I consider the trust upheld
Though I'm not sure you do
Make no mistake
This fate was chosen of my own free will
After all, apathy may be poison
But so is caring
I know I picked correctly
And next time you see a full moon
Please think of me
But promise you'll smile
Like I should have done more
LiveDo you ever have that feeling?
The urge to just get up and go?
It's not because you hate your home life
It's not because you want to leave this town behind
The feeling comes after you realize that life is short
and you've spent all these seasons inside.
Start the car
It's a summer's eve when you ask your parents for permission
They ask where you want to go and you tell them you aren't sure but you'll be back soon
You try to explain the feeling and they don't quite understand
but they give you the keys anyway
Follow me to anywhere
Bright eyes focus on the road like you were taught
But from your peripheral vision and every single stoplight you feel it
The glow of the stars above you mixed with the aura of the evening air
A warm wind picks up and you turn the car to follow it
City lights pollute the sky
Come with me to a better place
You aren't a wild child
You don't stop the car at bars or parties
You certainly don't entertain the
Teach Me the Magical LyricsTawamu hishigu kanaderu horobi no oto
Tsudou tsumoru kasanaru saigo no uta
Hibike utae tonaeyo kaere
Hai ha hai ni chiri ha chiri ni
The melodious voice fades with the end of the song. He doesn't want it to stop but it's how the game works. He hopes she'll play it again.
"YES! I got a perfect!" she exclaims from the living room. He can't see her at this angle because the figurine table is around the corner, but sound travels well in this house.
"All right, now turn it off so we can go." It's the mother.
"Kay, just give me a minute to quit."
Within ten minutes the familiar double-click of the front door locking can be heard. The house is silent for only a moment before there is hustle and bustle from upstairs, and a shout of "Movie night!" He tries not to look disappointed. It was only the other day that his owner moved him downstairs to join her other figu
Static Wind [Chapter 1]It's foggy.
That's not the first thing he notices upon opening his eyes, but it's a prominent factor for his first realization; this isn't the department store. He sits up and replays the scene in his head. The robot had packed way more of a punch than he'd realized, and he'd been off-balance to boot. Amy and Tails had come to the rescue, and bam, they'd been thrown into a shelf of televisions.
Had he hit his head on one? Crashed into it too hard? Got a concussion? It's beginning to seem like that's kind of the only explanation here. This place can't be real. An empty road stretches into the horizon, which is an ominous sky of jagged black and red stripes. He decides to ignore the weird scenery and try to wake himself up. Because really? He has to have passed out. This place is one heck of a wacky dream, but a hero isn't allowed to fall unconscious in the middle of a battle! He's got a city to save!
Well actually the thought of that city brings to mind the department store, and he hope
When I think back, long ago
Back when our family was starting to grow
I will tell you a story
That takes place very early
It was a beautiful morning
Your father was still snoring.
He had your brother in his arms
I woke up feeling queasy
And I got up, that wasn't easy.
I ran to the bathroom and locked the door
Almost puking on the floor.
After that I took a test
And found out that
Yes! I was pregnant with you!
It was a long road, filled with twist and turns
Some troubles happy, others concerns.
It wasn't until 4 months when the problems had dropped.
Then I felt a terrible pain, and my heart almost stopped.
I had your father rush me to the hospital, the pain was too much for me
Your brother was confused, I was crying, letting out a pained plea.
But it was too late.
I couldn't save you.
I was too weak, you were too.
When I found out that you were gone.
I had no one to count on.
I never found out if you were a boy or a girl,
If you were going to have straight hair or curls.
In loveI made a mistake
Nobody can fix
Love caught me again
Oblivious to reason
Vanquishing my sanity
Ending this nightmare is beyond my power
My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seen
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh
The Last DanceI am a glint in your eye
from the light we briefly shared,
I am a dance in the dark,
when I told you I cared.
I am a snippet of time,
caught in perpetual whirling,
I am something held close,
in hidden dreams unfurling.
I am a butterfly touch lingering
in the small of your back,
I am a crease, a fold still there,
in the dress you wore of black.
I am a whisper, lost in music
brushing past your ear
I am soft words with meaning,
but the sound no longer clear.
I am a listening presence
still listening then and now,
I am ever by your side,
if you can but this allow.
I am a name on a plaque,
in a garden of remembrance,
I am tethered to a memory,
of when we had our first dance.
I am not there in your future
I am only in your past,
For when we had our first dance,
that first dance was our last.
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck
[A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.]
Every single fucking day.
You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
The StorytellerAs the Storyteller tells his tale
in evening’s calming hush,
clouds streak and leave a misty trail
quite breathless in their rush.
Stars vacate and leap the moon,
which wanes in velvet sky.
And all that’s left is emptiness
that leaves me wondering why.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
he strokes my weary head
as it sinks into my pillow
and I’m sleepy in my bed.
I listen to his words and wish
myself beyond my fate.
Yet I think not of tomorrow,
for I know it is too late.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I hope it will not end.
He leans in close and whispers
softly to me as a friend.
He tells of joys and sadness,
highs, lows and inbetweens.
He paints a picture with such words
More vivid than my dreams.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I watch him turn the pages,
Slowly with a wisdom
as of one who’s dwelt in Ages,
where many sagas lay forgotten
in their resident abyss.
The final page he turns and then
gives me a loving kiss.
I linger in the empty sky