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SoporFirst take a sip and scrunch your face
It smells kinda bitter, it doesn’t taste great
Second give it mercy, be polite
This time it tastes okay, you guess it’s alright
Third take a gulp, it’s not too hard
It tastes better yet, but you’re on your guard
Fourth drink some more, but not too much
Is your head feeling lighter? Maybe just a touch?
Fifth with half gone, your mind feels odd
Your eyes begin to droop and your head begins to nod
Sixth the cup is empty, you shudder and you shake
And you realized your issue but it’s far too late
Sopor slime cocoons you, wraps you around
Voices echo through you, you hear no other sound
Spiral into drowsiness, conscience half asleep
Forget about reality and weep, weep, weep
Father gone and mother who? Sopor keeps you warm
Make sure to stay high, HIGH, high above the storm
Because if you ever sober up and crash from the sky…
Everyone you ever loved will die, DIE, D
JUST1C3: A Terezi PoemJUST1C3
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1 4LW4YS WOR3 TH3 CLOTH3S OF WHO 1 SUSP3CT3D W4S MY 4NC3STOR.
SH3 W4S 4 GR34T L3G1SL4C3R4TOR WHO 4LW4YS FOUGHT FOR TH1S “JUST1C3”
4ND 1N DO1NG SO, SH3 W4S TORN 4P4RT BY TH3 CROWD
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4BOUT HOW W3 W3R3 SUPPOS3D TO FULF1LL TH31R L3G4CY, 4V3NG3 TH31R D34THS
M4YB3 TH4T’S WHY 1 H4D 4 P4SS1ON TO HUNT OUT TH3 CR1M1N4LS
BUT 1 N3V3R KN3W TH4T 1T WOULD B3 SO H4RD TO CHOOS3
B3TW33N TH1S SO C4LL3D JUST1C3 4ND WH4T F4T3 H4D PL4NN3D FOR US
1N 4 V1C1OUS CYCL3 OF R3V3NG3, 1 W4S BL1ND3D BY MY B3ST FR13ND
4T F1RST 1 W4S UPS3T, 1 THOUGHT 1T W4S S1MPLY TH3 3ND
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BUT MY UNBORN LUSUS
Don't Mess With Me [VRISKA] song rewriteHow it all began
Let the truth unfold
Everyone had plans
But I rule the world
Took ‘em by surprise
Flew my way up hill
They saw my eightfold eye
I became invincible
No one can stop me with my special mind control
If you want me you'd better contact my people
In my crown, I will sting
I don’t care about their worshiping
I am raw, a dinosaur
But I will never be extinct
So don't mess with me
I'll stab you down
Don't mess with me
Show me a good deal
Get on your hands and knees
You’re underneath my heel
It's best to keep me pleased
Imagine if you will
Our meet on the block
I've got time to kill so let’s just kill, no talk?
I've come, it's been fun but now I face the Mindful Seer
Something tells me you won't further my career
I fell down, still I sing
With just one eye, still pulling strings
I am raw, stuck under law
I will never be extinct
Don't mess with me
I'll bring you down
Don't mess with me
‘Cause all success is my own role
I've paid in misery for goal
Sober [song rewrite] GAMZEEI don’t wanna be the troll who honks the loudest
Or the guy who never should be left alone
I don’t wanna be the one who’s up at four in the morning
Cause I’m the only one left here to cry for my lost home
Ah the sun is blinding
I killed once again
Oh, I am finding
That’s just how my true story goes to end
Nothing can reach me
But why do I feel this blood lust strength?
How could you make me so sober?
I don’t wanna be the troll who has to make the silence
The quiet scares me ‘cause it screams with death
Please don’t tell me that we had a moraillagence
I won’t need you, later on, ‘cause what’s the use?
Ah, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly go and pray
Ah, I am falling
And I need to let go before I’ve lost the game
Nothing can reach me
But why do I feel this game’s over?
Think pans fried with all
Blow [VRISKA AND ARANEA]Vriska: *Chuckles*
Eight ball cracked, we don’t need to see
We play through for free, our mind is the key
All you ghosts just follow our lead
Now you’re one of us, you’re coming with me
Aranea: It’s time to play with light and bring the bad guy down
(This place’s about to)
Tonight we’re taking over, no one’s getting out
This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh!
We’re taking control.
We do what we want
Cause this is our role.
Aranea: Ships and ghosts out there in dream space
We’re smart and we’re quick
We’re leading this chase
It’s time to tame his mind and let his crazy out
(This place about to)
Tonight we’re making cracks to find our way around
This place about to blow-oh-oh-oh!
Aranea: Go, go, go, go obtain, go obtain
Throw our bait and make him chase at ‘em
I Knew You Were Trouble [DIRK]Once upon a time a few mistakes ago
We were in your land, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me-e-e-e-e
I guess you didn’t see, from all of our chats
And when I fell hard you turned to face back
Leaving me, leaving me, leaving me-e-e-e-e
And he’s long gone when he’s close to me
And I realize the blame is on me
‘Cause I knew there was trouble when we walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to the lands that had never been
‘Till we settled down, oh
I knew we had trouble when we entered in
This session and now
Flew me to the crypts we’d never been
Now I’m glad to have come around
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
No apologies, I don’t have to hear why
I look at all of the texts you don’t reply
I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you-u-u-u-u
Now I heard you moved on, or at least avoiding me
I know I cling on tight, as desperate as can be
And now I see, now I
Valentine quotes: Cherubs, Midnight Crew(Cherubs)
UU: I am very sad that being a cherUb I can't have any of those *red* feelings for anyone, bUt if I coUld I woUld certainly love having them for yoU! ^u^
uu: WE WOuLD INDuLGE IN THE NAuGHTIEST OF ACTIVITIES... MIGHT I SuGGEST A *HuG*?
Spades Slick: Listen, I'm not sayin' I have a thing for you or anything, but I'm less likely to stab you in the gut than most.
Diamonds Droog: I may be the only one of my group to keep back up hats, but I would never think of even getting a back up for you.
Clubs Deuce: I like explosives, they make everything explode like the way my heart does when I see you!
Hearts Boxcars: We are going to be romantic and yer gonna like it.
Doc Scratch: I may be omniscient, but it doesn't take one to know that we have a special connection, you and I.
Valentine quotes: Alpha and dancestors(Alpha kids)
GG: Betty Crocker can make as many baked goods as she wants but shucks buster she has nothing as sweet as you!
GT: Woah nelly! A good adventure can have my heart racing jolly fast, but you'd just make it stop in it's tracks!
TT: I was one of the last people on earth, but there's only one reason why I felt lonely. Because you weren't there.
TG: i would get drunk everytomew if it maent i wuld wake up in your arms. *everytime *meant
Rufioh: Man 1f 1 had a dollar for every t1me 1 sa1d bangarang... 1 would use 1t to buy you the world s1nce you're already my world.
Mituna: H4V3 Y0U 533N MY H43RT? 83C4U53 1 TH1NK Y0U H4V3 1T
Kankri: I can't seem t9 explain it but y9u always manage t9 trigger my heart int9 frantic palpitati9ns.
Valentine quotes: Homestuck(Beta)
TG: roses are red and violets are blue, my shit is ironic but not my feelings for you.
EB: I might be a god, but you always take my breath away.
TT: After careful analysis of my reactions, it seems that I am in love with you.
GG: I know there's always something to look forwards to because I saw you in the clouds of Skaia
AA: I died once and I will die again if it means to fall in love with you every time!
AT: wOULD YOU, UH, BE MY VALENTINE? i MEAN, iF YOU WANT TO,,,
TA: my riight eye ii2 red, my left one ii2 blue, thii2 ii2 fuckiing 2tupid but ii 2tiill love you
CG: I FUCKING LOVE YOU OKAY. DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT TWICE.
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
ShatteringI don't understand you.
You used to smile at me in ways that seemed bright.
Was it all a facade? Was the joy in your eyes a trick of the light?
You told me to be strong, you taught me to fight for myself.
But you also taught me obedience in the harshest ways
leaving me to cry on my own, never comforting me.
Was this the tough love you sought to give me?
So many unseen tears were shed, and every time
I would put on a brave smile and hide everything away.
You hurt me once, but I never complained.
My youth healing me quickly as I went out to play
Then you hurt me twice, I blinked hard, seeing stars.
I covered my ears so I wouldn't hear what you would say
But you still got inside me and broke me apart
Ice fell from my face as I tried to mend what I could
but even the best carpenter, weaver, and craftsman could not fix what was done.
After this, I still sought your love and guidance, desperate that fate was wrong
You hurt me a third time, shattering my everything into shards
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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