miles of memory [0.1]It's quiet. The silence in his sector is unnerving. It's been this way for such a long time now. He knows about the time differential. It hasn't been as long for them. That doesn't change the empty feeling in his code.He pings Shell for her clock data and runs the differential again. Fifty cycles. That means one cycle for the Users.He isn't the first program of his kind. He knows four others exist, but on this system it is only him and Meiko. A file search when he was a prototype revealed the duo's purpose; to sing for Users. Their creators copy their files and sell them to any Users wishing to use them. To the Producers. A digital singer for the modern age.He supposes it must be a nice directive. He only sang for Yamaha as they perfected his voice. Once out of beta only his copies were sold and presumably used. He hasn't performed his directive since.Tired of the unending silence, he ventures out of his sector. The rest of the system is bustling with programs. Most give him odd lo
When we fall, we flyWe're spiraling downBaby don't sell me outUse the time that we've gotAnd we'll live it up loudHeart on the lineJust one breath 'til you're mineHand in hand down we fallThrough this moment in timeCan't say it was wrongWon't say it was rightBut I know we need thisSo let's light up the nightYou're the oil to my fireHeart burning in my nameAnd still you lift me higherI'll try to do the sameSo yeah we're spiraling downWe're both burning outFlames turning to ashesBut burning sunlight as we drown
We begin anew once moreFlip over the page - a new story beginsA blank book awaits the ink of your life to trail markings down its bindingWinding your way across new parchmentWe move slowlyOne page at a timeUntil the back cover closes on usAnd the force of your life - that powerful inkYour story flings open the covers and spills itself into the next bookEngraving new tales in empty pages once moreA seriesAs long as there are stories to be told, a series need not end
EscapesAcross this heartland scars do runThat is why exists my dreamscapeTell me love, do I burn like the sun?Hold me while the light is fleetingAcross this dreamscape I take flightStraying my thoughts from realityTell me love, am I cold as the night?Touch me while the dawn is breakingBetween these two I wander lostUnknown for what I'm truly yearningHelp me love, I'm fading like the starsKeep 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.Efforts gon
OcarinaTell me the daysShow me the nightsBring me back to when everything was rightYou gave me a songYour melody to keepA sign that our friendship was ever so deepIt was simpler timesWe laughed and we criedBut always together side by sideNow these notes ring hollowThey echo in the empty airI have to wonder if you are still somewhere out thereThe familiar landscape beyond recognitionThe world I know has changedI traverse it with desperate hopes to see you againThe lush forest draws me backWith the faint familiar melodyYet the only time I call it home is in my memoriesTime has taken us apartAnd your music is all I haveWithin the meadow I take your seatAnd play softly your songon the instrument you gave to me_______________________________________________________(<)_______________(<)____________________(>)_______________(>)____________________(V)_______________(V)_____________________
Full MoonLonely is a hard word to defineWhat qualifies?Wanting others around?That being impossible?Or simply being on your own?Maybe it's all of the aboveBut 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 lightBut if you've never seen the light to begin with...Apathy is poisonousThat you proved to me and so much moreWhat was it I said to you that night on the train?"I'm trusting you to watch my six"I consider the trust upheldThough I'm not sure you doMake no mistakeThis fate was chosen of my own free willAfter all, apathy may be poisonBut so is caringI know I picked correctlyThank youAnd next time you see a full moonPlease think of meBut promise you'll smileLike 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 lifeIt's not because you want to leave this town behindThe feeling comes after you realize that life is shortand you've spent all these seasons inside.Start the carLet's driveIt's a summer's eve when you ask your parents for permissionThey ask where you want to go and you tell them you aren't sure but you'll be back soonYou try to explain the feeling and they don't quite understandbut they give you the keys anywayRoof downFollow me to anywhereBright eyes focus on the road like you were taughtBut from your peripheral vision and every single stoplight you feel itThe glow of the stars above you mixed with the aura of the evening airA warm wind picks up and you turn the car to follow itCity lights pollute the skyCome with me to a better placeYou aren't a wild childYou don't stop the car at bars or partiesYou certainly don't entertain the
Teach Me the Magical LyricsTawamu hishigu kanaderu horobi no oto Tsudou tsumoru kasanaru saigo no uta Hibike utae tonaeyo kaereHai 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
[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 day. 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
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB CommunityI don't know what to say, or how to put it.But the statement above holds powerful meaning.A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.Then take it from the boy,who felt love for males, but at the same time,felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.Or take it from the girl,who loved the touch of her same sex,but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”who are shunned or looked down upon,by those they believed they could rely on.And those who raise an eyebrow, who are againstLGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,who practically scream “get away from me”.So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?Does their sexual preface offend you that much,to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention PoemResist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.Resist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.I tell myselfI tell myselfDon't call for Blood.I repeatI repeatDon't call for Blood.You're better than thisYou're better than thisDon't call for Blood.You're strongerYou're strongerDon't call for Blood.You don't need the painYou don't need the painDon't call for Blood.It's just an addictionIt's just an addictionDon't call for Blood.It's not what you needIt's not what you needDon't call for Blood.Find a different wayFind a different wayDon't call for Blood.Please cry outPlease cry outDon't call for Blood.Ask for helpAsk for helpDon't call for Blood.Stand up and fightStand up and fightDon't call for Blood.Put it downPut it downDon't call for Blood.This isn't the endThis isn't the endDon't call for Blood.
My First KissWalked right into the roomand saw her standing there.Her face filled with gloom,touching her lovely hair.Not wanting to be distant,I asked if she was fineand right there, in an instant,she put her lips on mine.
for markiplier.there's tar in our lungs,ghosts in our brains,and cracks in our hearts;but when you're here,we don't fall apart.
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,as we read the pages of a book.We fall in love with them,For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,We each pick and choose who we like.For these characters are more than you think,when a reader invites them into their life.Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,That the stories, and tales don’t exists.That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,vanish when the story ends.I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,A fictional character is real.That I see him as more, than a page in a bookhe’s something that I can touch and feel.For many who read, create their own worlds,because reality is just too much to take.When life gets confusing, stressful or tragicwe feel like we just want to break.There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,nor family, can understand what’s inside.Because in actuality, though it
HopeBeyond the light in the skyThat is where I hope to flyFor you have gone where I cannot reachA place only dreams can breachBut I know we will meet againBecause the end is never permanent