#percyjackson
The storm rumbles in the eye
Of the man never said goodbye
The lilac clashes against the fire
Home is the one place he is the liar
And the passion of flames fills his ears
The loudest screams, he does adhere
From the doubt he set at an early age
Caught in the cycle of endless rage
The scarred lips touch his own
The array of curls is not unknown
To the limit of time he did not speak
But in the stars the fire does seek
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
happy birthday
birthday boy
blow out the candles
make your wishes
eat the cake
it's blue
ofcourse
that colour's yours
we met 3 years ago
in the library
when I was feeling
pretty low
moving slow
trying to make it
on my own
you took my hand
showed me a land
a place to be different
but still all the same
without any shame
and after all
you didn't want to be a halfblood
you didn't want to be a high school senior
but look
nor did I want to be a poet
...
did I say happy birthday?
little blue
bubble hero
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
I reread the same books over and over
And I don't care how many reasons you have to hate the series
These books are like people
Sure, they have flaws
But I love them for everything they are
I see their beauty, not their mistakes
I will always love them
Because they were my escape
When everything was crumbling
They were my friends
When people weren't
And rereading them
Reminds me
Of how beautiful it was
To escape
I don't care if you hate them
Just like people, if you don't like them, leave them alone
No on is forcing you to associate yourself with them
You don't need to go around spreading news about their flaws
Because you have many of your own
My emotions
Are connected to those books
Because they saved my life
So leave them alone
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Books:
the greatest weapons of the world.
Full of Mocking jays.
Each one being Divergent
to the others.
Books are like a Maze
that we have to Run through.
They're like a Testing
that will never end.
Not even the great Hogwarts
can stand against their power.
Books are more beautiful than the Twilight sky.
More powerful than Percy Jackson,
than the Heroes of Olympus.
Books are the true heroes of the world.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
fiction: the figment of a great writer's imagination.
the words, ink on plain paper;
feeble in their existence,
tell me to be fierce and compassionate.
to have something to love,
more deeply than any being is capable of;
*to try...
so that there is something my soul will reside in,
which is not me,
something I can face a fight to death for...*
they are not only books.
they are the silent teachings learnt by these authors,
living through hardships.
they are metaphors,
symbols of lessons to be applied in our lives.
their passion, their wounds, living inside of their words;
they speak to us readers,
in their meek mild voices;
*to hope,
to have faith,
to believe in something someone beyond ourselves,
to be human in the face of impossibilities,
even through difficult dark times,
to be humble in the face of success,
to ride our dragons into oblivion,
to hunt them down and slay them like wolves,
to never give up...*
*'Winter is coming'
'We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, but battle on.'
'Do or do not. There is no try.'
'A hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as he has the nerve.'
'You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it.'
'If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior.'
'We will not just be another piece in their games.'
'Fear doesn't shut you down. It wakes you up.'
'Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them.'
'Not all those who wander are lost.'
'We accept the love we think we deserve.'
'Grief does not change you. It reveals you.'
'This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.*
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
I see her tears
She lost her mom
Maybe one day
She'll be back
But for now
She's gone
With her mom
Death, I blame you
For this
And more heartache
Oh, I haven't forgotten
You took something
That belonged to me
When I was young, innocent and naïve
You've been bullying
people for too long
And now that I've grown
Meet your death sentences
My shape shifting pen:
Riptide!
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC