I say I’m one thing
Im really two
I call myself one thing
I realize I’m two
It would be so much easier to be insane
I look at those with voices
And yearn for that security
I have problems, we all do
But it would be so much easier
To call me crazy
To say I’m insane
There’s a reason I’m like this
2 voices, that’s the reason
I wish I could be insane
I pretend to be
I want to have voices
But I don’t
Maybe tha
The tangled webs converge and Meet.
The Unaware go through their motions precisely.
They follow the Script.
Laughter
We drive through the cool night,
Through the buildings and lights,
We take a right.
We drive down the boulevard,
We enter the courtyard,
Into a line, behind cars.
We state our wishes,
Pay with our riches,
Receive our dishes.
We head on out,
Back to the mount,
And I have no doubt.
I don’t hate religious people. And I don’t fear all of them. Just most.
And the thing that’s ironic. When they wonder why I grow uncomfortable around them, or why I take off my rainbow bracelet, or remove my rings and straighten my stance, or deepen my voice. It’s not because my parents conditioned me to think this way. It’s because the ones with the crosses did.
When I see a cross in a house, I look for exits. When I see a cross on a necklace I prepare to turn, when I go to the bathroom
This is a continuation of Space from 2026/01/08
Time… (Space (2026/01/08), pt. 2)
She had been here for months, headed toward Salvation. She would get there any day now. Just a few more years. Just a… Just… She tried not to dwell on… time. She had turned off the clocks on all the holographic displays; she had taken down the old-school wall calendar and hid it somewhere—she didn’t know where, and hoped she didn’t remember. She just let the days slip by, sleeping when she felt lik
Blots of Ink
Shadows on paper,
Shadows of mind.
Images emerge,
Images I see.
Fear manifest,
Fear revealed.
What I see?
I won’t say.
What I see?
I’m not sure.
What I see?
Better unseen.
Images entrancing,
Mind dancing,
Eyes failing,
Insanity prevailing,
No longer sane,
Brain a haze.
Dazed
I’m in a daze—eyes heavy brain tired body slow.
I’m so tired—so very tired.
Star
The End(less Loop)
Life as we know it is over
Life
Life does not exist
Nor do our minds
Our minds
Our minds are long-gone
We are but husks and shadows long-dead
Enacting lives we remember in past
Past
What is the past
We have no past and no future,
And arguably no present
For we do not exist
We are all dead
We will all die
And we have not lived
Hooked
Hooked like your mind on the bait,
And the r
Faith
I am enamored, intrigued.
In your faith,
When I have none.
Those Ancient
With maws gaping dark abysses and eyes that see all,
The Beings From Beyond They come to Feed we must not See we must hope for our Sparing or our Sacrifice.
Those Ancient, Those Sacred Those Feared They Enter They Enter!
Their reasoning is Their own we must not Understand we cannot Understand lest we lose our minds what little may be left.
Our minds our precious frag
Chapter 4
The blurry outline of the ceiling of a room, shrouded in shadows. The sound of a light air instrument playing serenely. The feeling of a coarse blanket and new, tight bandages. The taste of dried blood. The smell of forgetting. ‘S’ turned to the side. On the other side of the semitransparent divider, lit by the moonlight on some sort of ledge, a person danced while playing the instrument. Around and around for as long as ‘S’ looked at them. Balls of light were appearing aroun
You stumble after your rescuer, not sure whether to curse or bless your soggy, frigid boots as you trudge through the dirty snow. You leave the clearing, happy to get away from the river, and cross back into the loblolly forest, the freezing rain making the journey incredibly uncomfortable. Then the forest you are traveling through thickens into a deep cypress wood, dark and damp and quiet. Something crunches beneath your boot- a pile of stark bones and rancid fur, the corpse of what appears to
The Time We Have Left
I am an ocean
of blood, draining into a
dark, misty abyss
The Path Ahead
I am a feather
Jet black, drifting through skies of
Arcadian cities
The Heavens Behind Us
I choke on gasoline fumes,
Summoning courage to break,
These gilded, granite walls.
Corroding in these small rooms,
Eating myself alive to make,
It out of these ascending walls.
I’m not okay, the floor’s stained,
Fighting
Chapter 1
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack...
Piercing and sharp, then throbbing and aching, that was the only way Bass could describe the pain. You’d think, after a few times, it would get easier to transition from one state of being to the other, but Bass felt the sting all the same. Bass sat up, and looked down at his pristine set of pyjamas, and large bed. It never failed to amaze him that he was more well of while being basically dead, than being alive. By t
“Where do people go when they die?”
.
.
.
Prologue - 9 years ago
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack...
Loud. All too loud. Why...is it so loud? All these sounds, all around me... Where is Treble, where is everyone... Light, then dark. Then light again. The blurry outline of trees out of a hazy window. My head... it hurts... why does it hurt? How can I stop the pain? A flash of a person, a tight embrace. “It’s alright... it will be alr
Skyward.
The book that first sparked my love for Brandon Sanderson’s writing. I read it around this time last year, and to be honest… I didn’t really care much for books back then. Sure, there were some good ones, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games-but none of them felt like something I’d carry with me forever.
Skyward was that something.
I finished it in two days.
Two scudding days.
It was intense, gripping, and constantly surprising, every page brought something new.
I love
[CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING]
Some of the following poems/stories are kinda depressing and may be triggering. Consider not reading these if you are depressed or get triggered by certain things.
PA
"Attention all! Attention all! Please be aware that we are undergoing technical ... hindrances, and thus our systems will be offline until further notice while we investigate and remedy these issues. I repeat, all non-critical systems will be offline until further notice! We apologize
You stumble out of the school in a daze. The world around you is almost worse than the graveyard of the hallways, lonely and broken. You cross the quad, the parking lot, the sports field, and by the time you reach the forest you have accelerated to a full sprint. You don’t notice until your vision is suddenly distorted by an inconvenient drop of water that the rain has finally broken open, and you suddenly cannot tell the raindrops on your cheeks from the tears. No, you can’t cry. What’s the poi
Chapter 3
2nd day on ???
Woke up at around Starhigh with a bleeding and broken leg and a few shattered ribs. I was not as fortunate as I was last time, and didn’t land in the ocean liquid again. My body doesn’t hurt, per se, the Pure-blood Ink is holding up, but damn, it was hard to stand up and walk around. It seems that I am closer to the spire now, so I will be heading over, for the possibility of civilisation and more supplies. I’ve bound up my leg and foot and ribs as be
Help
Aug 2, 2025
I don’t know what to do. They’re gonna find me, I can’t hide forever. Even if they don’t I’ll need food and water eventually. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, it’s not like anyone will find it. I just wish someone would. I wish someone was out there to help me. I wish I could just escape this awful place. Why does life have to be so cruel? Why did I have to end up with them? And why did I have to just… ugh. This is all my fault… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m s
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much has changed in just a few months. When you start your journey as a trans girl, everything feels like it’s in high-definition—the good, the bad, and the extremely awkward. One of the biggest things I’ve realized is that you can’t really do this alone. You need a party, like in a high-stakes RPG, to help you navigate the maps you haven't explored yet. For me, that party has been the online communities I’ve stumbled into, especially the 17th Shard.
Rambler
“They’re coming I know it I’ve seen they they’ve seen me we know we know we know we know…”
…
“I should just give up they’re probably here already it’s no use I’m dead I’m dead I’m dead…”
…
“No please no no no stop touching me stop touching me stop touching me please please please…”
…
“Why can’t I see why can’t I see turn on the lights what is that sound where am I where am I oh where am I…”
…
“No what are you doing no no no no no please I don’
kowat
The garden is overgrown
The kingdom overthrown
The future still unknown
Midst dark, storm and stone
Here we stand, not alone
Retribution takes the throne
Offering honor to atone
The spirits he won’t own
Honor is dead,
But you won’t suffer this time.
Shadows
Staring out a window
Shadows on the pavement
Surely these are monstrous
Who would say so
They are shelter, sent
To hide us in the dus
Sorry I didn't write much today.. I'll probably write more soon but no promises ofc. I have some ideas though...
Happy Why What
Why am I happy, and what do I do with it?
I don’t want to lose it, but that means I can’t do it—
What I want, what I usually would do.
I can’t ensadden myself—can’t sink myself.
I need to preserve this feeling,
Nurture it,
And want it.
π
- Lily the Happy I Think
Hey ya'll! Some of you may know I'm very passionate about getting adequate sleep. It's been proven to be vital for both physical and mental health. But many of us (myself included until several months ago) just get 7 hours (or less) and say we're good, but wonder why we're tired, struggle to get out of bed, and deal with so much fatigue and mental struggles. You've probably heard the estimates that teens should get 8-9 hours of sleep, and adults should get 7-8 or so. But that doesn't do as much
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The entire Chappel roan discography
I’ll put more if I think of them
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