a poem about a sad, gay, crab boy that everybody loves for my Poetrystuck project :]
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a poem about a sad, gay, crab boy that everybody loves for my Poetrystuck project :]
A poem based off of Tavros Nitram for my Poetrystuck project (and also Vriska is there I guess) :]
A poem based on Jane Crocker I made for my Poetrystuck project :]
Here’s the text by itself if y’all want it:
The Machine
I’m ordinary
I’m nobody special
I’m spoiled
I’m boring
I’m a machine
My friends
My family
My struggles
My actions
My suffering isn’t enough
She controls me
She is my destiny
She is all I have
She knows my worth
She will rule over all
They don’t understand
They don’t care
They finally see me but
They only see the villain
They don’t see Jane
They see the machine
A poem based on Aradia Megido for my Poetrystuck project :]
A poem based on Roxy Lalonde I made for my Poetrystuck project :]
Here da words without the image:
Voidheart
Lost to the void
And I’m feeling fine
Ignored
But not forgotten
Worn and torn
But not thrown away
Protective
But not protected
Liberated
But still weighed down
Avenged
But not at peace
Lost
But somehow found my way
Optimistic
But not for myself
Selfless
But with nothing to show for it
Lost to the void
But
I’m fine.
Gonna be dumping all my poems I’ve made for my personal project called Poetrystuck here, ‘cause why not! Hop y’all enjoy :]
Here’s the raw text so it’s easier to read for some:
Freedom
Breath:
The aspect of freedom.
Heir:
The class that brings about change.
Such a liberating combination;
So straight forward,
And easy to understand.
It’s just how I like it!
I have it so much easier than the others:
No timey wimey shenanigans,
No denial of my player role,
No big picture to grasp by myself,
But what does it matter if all I have
Is the power of watching it all burn down?
No need to face the consequences
If the others take the hit for me.
Immunity from “the powers that be”
At the cost of everyone else falling victim in my place.
The Heir of Breath:
I’m free.
But why didn’t it just end there?
The Heir of Breath:
I wish that only ever meant
Doing a cool Windy Thing.
A poem I made based on Dirk Strider for my Poetrystuck project :]
A lot of words for a wordy boi:
In Control
My whole youth wasted. Under constant pressure
of going under into the depths below. Or being destroyed
by forces beyond my control. But little did that witch know:
I may splinter, but I don’t break. We’ve finally found
an opportunity for change through this game. Although as
they say, the more things change, the more they
stay the same. This was no exception for me. I am no leader,
yet I had to take control. Everybody had free will,
but couldn’t get things going without me. We eventually
made it through; just like the witch wanted. Lives were lost.
Friends were made. Times did change. Yet despite everything,
it was all on me. Whether I wanted to or not. Heinous acts
were committed. Directly or otherwise. All done by me
one way or another. So fuck it. I have no choice but to
be complacent in my complicitness. In control of all
of me. For once in my life, I am not splintered. I am
not broken. I have accepted my role. And fully embrace
my inherent villainy.
I am in control.
As the Prince of Heart.
A poem based on Jake English I made for my Poetrystuck project :]
THA WORDS:
I Believe
A bright future
The best in people
That a loved one isn’t gone
A god
We all want to believe in things
I know I do
I believed in myself
I believed in my friends
I believed in him
But hope is a drug
Have too much of it
And your life comes crashing down
I don’t know what to believe in anymore
Adventure no longer pleasures me
The way my pistols
BANG BANG
Is demoralizing
I’ve pushed everyone away
And now he’s gone
Just because I’m scared
There’s nothing left to believe in
We have no future
There is no good in people
My loved ones are gone
And we are no gods
But I still want to believe
Or relive a time in my life
Where I could confidently say
“I believe in you!”