The Pen is mightier than the Sword?
The King of Hearts would have a word.

For what could be a mightier *****,
Much sharper than the stone and stick?

There once was a ****** from France
Who lived with his brain in a trance
  They called him insane,
  So he climbed up a crane
And they sadly unbalanced his stance

I won't bite the hand that feeds me,
But I'll fight the man that bleeds me
Though the fear of him may sieze me
I won't let the terror freeze me

If we have a rightful reason
To commit an act of treason
Then I see no better season
To do more than put our pleas in

And so what if someone sees it?
Don't be quiet to appease it
To the system you don't matter
So be heard over the chatter

Can't you hear the summon pealing?
From the body comes the healing
Till the time of our releasing
Our resistance be increasing!

There's an addict in the attic,
and a trans girl in the tub;
There's an immigrant, Hispanic,
and a criminal in love.

There's a shaman burning incense,
and a gamer taking shots;
There's our upperclass equivalent,
and a noisy group of thots.

And the lady takes our livelihood
and somehow still stays poor,
so please make sure the lights are out,
and always lock the door.

The mage with her sage
was cleaning her cage
imagining tragedy's
angels engage

She erected a sigil
protecting her vigil
a palindrome had in Rome
angst to assuage

As she brought out her cards
she thought of the bards
had her spirit inherited
some of their ways?

When she put them away
she had nothing to say
and the guides of her writing
were silent for days

The Past and the Present,
Though neither are pleasant,
Both make me the person
That I am today

The Future that comes,
As the clock blindly runs,
Must be held by the reigns
So it won't run away

it feels pretty strange
being called by a phrase
that isn't my name

society will **** me.
so will reclusivity

Really, girl? I swear to god.
You want to act like you're my friend?
You want to ask me for my thoughts?
Pretend they matter in the end?

Why should I even give a ****?
That wouldn't make an ounce of sense.
You say my kind should not exist.
Engage your brain's intelligence.

Please try to find self-honesty.
Who taught you all the crap you preach?
Is ethics a plutocracy?
You really think that's heaven's speech?

A fun fact now, so perk your ears.
There's several billion narcissists
All peddling the same appeals.
"My god is real! His will is this!"

Your pastor has no special call.
You haven't found the chosen few.
But since you won't hear sense at all,
I sadly can't be "friends" with you.

To me it seems the more you know
The less you think you know.
So if you wonder "Do I know,"
The answer's always "No."

I haven't counted the bluebirds going by,
there can't have been more than a few, but
I always chase them away. I'm afraid
the raven doesn't see me yet.

You can't erase your face.
You can't retrace or displace
the lines you dislike.
Some people try. Why?
At best it makes a mess.

Why am I upset by a little extra bone?
The external effects of my natural testosterone?
How can a bit of unwanted hair excite despair?
Why do I care?

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I pointlessly worry
about silly points
like the size of my shoulders
or my knee and thumb joints.
My hairline, my brow ridge,
the shape of my nose,
my masculine pelvis,
my crooked man toes...
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My eyes are fine --
My only feature I like.
My shy smile is alright
but not too wide
'cause of my overbite --
-- the size of those incisors!

Now, some would say that I'm just vain,
so self-obsessed I've gone insane.
But I would say that's how we're trained,
At least in this day and age.

Others might paint me like Dorian Gray
praying to Satan for youth to stay,
but I just wish it hadn't gone this way.

Why would you keep your looks immutable
if you were never to begin with beautiful?

le ka voksa bacru stati
kei cu tutci lo nu krati
.i le nunkakne mi cu xlali
gi'e ku'i ze'e stali

.i mi .ai ba ca'o ciska
da noi su'o de cu viska
.i ba cpedu fa le prina
lo nu lo voksa cu se jmina

.i no da tcidu gi'e nelci
vau lo .oi mi mabla pemci
.i ca le .o'o cabna temci
le mi voksa cu xe benji

.i na sisti lo nu ciska
.i se mukti lo nu djica
lo nu su'o drata simsa
ka'e jimpe fi lo pixra

.i mi snada .au je troci .ei
pu le nu mi morsi kei

Weaknesses
And lack of strength
Decay abandoned
Left at length

Bad gets worse
Weighed down by waste
A rotten cursed
Forgotten place

Will anyone
Remember you?
And if they did,
What could they do?

Another day
The Winter blows
My life away
And Summer knows

It's only just
A short respite
I'm ground to dust
And put to flight

What you do is what you know.

What you know is what you've seen.

What you've seen is not your fault.

So do your best; make cycles halt.

A tasty pastry baked by pain
Is made with bakers' stolen grain
But maids and butlers go insane
To take the tasty, not the plain

'What reality is this?', she giggled.

Before a second had passed,
she had ceased to exist.

No lies detected
No lines deflected
No files protected
No failures projected

An optimist outlook
Point power presents
Till reps of the rulebook
Demand recompense

You make me easy
and I make you hard
You can't help but tease me
When I let down my guard

I get all flustered
And stammer and sigh
And see love in the luster
Of light in your eye

Can you not hear yourself?
Do you see no issue with your personality?
If someone else talked that way about themself,
I highly doubt they'd receive your pity.

vol tak ni zgi
i vol ni tak peu nel do ni
je vol ni tak peu lupxo wi
ja nel qe lup ni we 'e ka?
i lup ni wi 'e vo

Utaitai.
Ai ni tsuite utaitai.
Sukina mono ni tsuite.
Jaa, sukina mono ha nani.
Anata desu yo. ♡

I want to sing.
To sing a song regarding love.
About the things I really like.
What is it that I really like?
Of course it's you, my love. ♡