You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyes by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
Literature
Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyes
I think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations
You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane
The Devil in the White City. by AutumnForAlways, literature
Literature
The Devil in the White City.
He knew he was a wicked miscreation;
Diamond rings for monoxide screams, the monster's motivation.
He was born with the Devil inside, he claimed,
And it was Lucifer's work that he performed;
With each crimson drop upon this Gilded Age,
Another life was taken,
Unseen, forsaken,
A victim who would never be mourned.
He hid among the hosts of heaven,
A flawless angel in the City of White,
Preying on the dreamers and believers
Who knew not that they stood in the Devil's sight.
With a tip of his hat and a flash of a smile,
In the shadows of lies and the great white turnstile,
With fiendish charm did he deceive and beguile...
Yet und
Sit down, I want to tell you something! by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Sit down, I want to tell you something!
Sit down for a second,
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Thank you.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting
I wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only
In the space BETWEEN TRUTH and lie,
Too PURE for earth BUT
unable ...
to ...
fly...
The SH AT TER ED angel lays to rest,
down
A TIRED SOUL, a heavy chest.
WITH BROKEN WINGS one cannot soar,
Only gaze up and WISH FOR more.
Tear off the FEATHERS of a useless bird,
And live as mortal, a small voice still heard.
And BUILD a monster of metal and fire,
higher.
her
With wings OF STEEL to bring
To touch the clouds she cannot REACH,
And learn A LESSON no
She met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulder
Eira and the Hounds of Annwn by Hayleyishayley, literature
Literature
Eira and the Hounds of Annwn
Eira and the Hounds of Annwn
A stolen kingdom
Reigned with tyranny
And fear
both night and day.
Queen Eira was SLAIN
An age ago,
But still the people say,
"The heroes of the past
Don't last.
In Annwn they will remain.
But sure as the morning sun will rise,
Eira will reign again."
The soltace air,
So cold and crisp,
Drifts inland on a b r e a k i n g wave.
Egrets cry
'Neath the purple sky,
For Eira e s c a p e s the grave.
"Eira is risen!"
Her people delight
"Once more we will be free!"
They grovel and bleat
At her marbled feet.
Eyes full of love and glee.
Suppressed they have been
For a thousand years
Awaiting her
Let me feel your heart inside my hands
You think I am being romantic, give me a chance
I'll charm you with my sweet words and lips
Take you through emotional trips
I'll make you feel so light and high
Though my word is just a lie
You will trust me with all your heart
Until I begin cutting you apart
With this blade I draw your blood
And it bubbles up like a flood
I promise I will kill you slow and sweet
I'll make it feel like a sexual treat
I am the man that you once trust
And the one you followed in your lust
But I guess your luck has run dry
For tonight you are going to die
I was so sweet, a charming man
That was when this a
First kiss,
Taste the war against my winter lips
First touch,
My fists pound against her metal breast.
Ivory skin,
Turned black beneath the weight of lead.
Second kiss,
Feed my breath into this fading ghost.
Second touch,
Feel her heart begin to seize.
Crystal eyes behind the mask,
No longer feel afraid.
Panic.
We need you here.
My hands are not enough.
There is too much soul,
too much life,
spilled out across the deck.
A lullaby of gunfire as she lies,
a woman I never knew.
A eulogy of cannonclade,
a soldier still, as she dies.