As Someone Whose Country’s Been Colonised By 2+ Countries, I Find It Accurate That Piltover Didn’t

Miss Joker

Miss Joker, you’re funny! You put smiles where you go!

So when the days are tough, you continue to smile,

And it is crazy to think someone is your foe,

But when I said this, why is your smile not so bright?

Miss Joker, are you trying out gallows humor?

Your puns and jokes and tricks are very dangerous,

And it is not crazy to think you like horror,

When I said this, why do you look mysterious?

Miss Joker, can you stop? You’re talking to yourself!

You chatter at invisible audiences,

And all of your former fans have already felt

That you’re falling into a world of craziness!

Miss Joker, you’re no longer funny…stop laughing!

You make jokes to the wall, no longer an inch sane,

And as you are laughing and joking, you’re crying…

Oh, pity Miss Joker in her circus of pain

The Living Dead

I am the living dead, waiting for my coffin

I have befriended Death, for it is my friend

This world is my foe, hoping to drown me in

Its senseless pleasures, pains, and evils with no end

I do not wait for my time to run its sad course,

Because Death is a jealous friend with greedy hands,

While Life is my enemy, whispering its curses,

And frauds, idiots, and monsters rule Earth’s own lands

The future promises a distant paradise,

One I will not live to see in its fruition

Yet that hope gives me strength to fight the world’s great lies,

To continue pursuing my fatal mission

Perhaps, soon, I’ll no longer be the living dead,

My own corpse six feet under, in an unmarked grave

But tomorrow’s promise is stronger than my dread

With death beside me, I’ll continue being brave

I feel like Poseidon would just let Odysseus go out of spite.

“Do you really fucking think you can threaten me?” —Poseidon to Odysseus maybe.

& Maybe, thru this, Poseidon gets the last laugh. Because no matter what Odysseus can even do in the future, he’ll never get true vengeance against Poseidon. After all, a recurring theme in Greek mythology is basically gods acting like assholes & getting away w/it

She Is

She’s crying from hurt because of you, eyes swollen,

You tell her it ain’t right to play with Barbie dolls,

My goodness, look at how far the world has fallen,

And see how your words hit her and took its big toll

She is hiding herself when you come to the room,

She stashes her dresses in the lonely closet,

‘Cause the moment you came, it entailed certain gloom,

And you hated how she continued to crochet

She is begging faceless people for help, hopeless,

And they can do nothing but tell her to just wait

And to walk around and pretend she has no dress,

But their well-meaning but hurtful words came too late

By day, she is gone, by the tree, dead eyes colder,

Her final thoughts unveiled through angry words online,

And so you now feel the public’s righteous anger,

Forever cursed to think of who caused her to die

The City

Gray skies, tall buildings,

Noisy silence somehow dull,

The lights bright yet dark

As an Asian, am disappointed no Asian pope was picked. However, I’m giggling that the conclave chose an American who CRITICIZED Vance.

Lmao he has dual citizenship with Peru. MAGA and Trump are in for a rude awakening!

What can the orange do? Deport this pope?

My sheer disappointment in not seeing Wolverine/Deadpool fics increase exponentially has led to me staring at my laptop and refreshing the page every minute or so

My Peace

Move—ignore the phone.

Prioritize. Check deadlines!

Work, and then go gym.

Relax later; evening’s mine.

Who dares rob me of my peace?

Darius dying over Hunter’s lack of fashion sense

Lmao, probably post-canon Hunter would go to Darius to check if his outfit isn’t an eyesore whenever he goes on a date with Willow. Each outfit he has would either be straight up cosplay, streetlight colors, punk in a way that isn’t punk, too stiff, or too boring.

Darius would snark about it and spend 1+ hours finding the right outfit for Hunter. Then give him pointers on how to not become a tomato during the date. He’d never complain though, feeling happy Hunter would feel comfortable enough asking him for any sort of help.

(“Dear Titan, he chose to wear a neon polka dot suit. The color scheme didn’t work. At all.”—Darius to Eberwolf over a glass of the Boiling Isles’s version of wine)

Here’s a dumb poem I made :’))

A Minute

As we stroll through meadows of joy, your smile is bright,

We dance and sing, shaded, covered by a rainbow,

But the clock’s time is ticking in this long-term lie,

Yet we clung to it, to avoid the curse bestowed

Now we are in quite polished rooms of rotten wood,

The lie has dried out and the truth wetly remains,

I would scream, I would speak, if I just simply could,

And I sense your fear…and so calmness I shall feign

We had such fun in this illusion called freedom,

Where we ignored the majority’s punishment,

Where we were ready to not come to a kingdom,

For we were sick of this world’s lies and its treatment!

Now we stroll through the smooth streets built by the cruel,

We walk proudly, heads held high, covered by their jeers,

I dumbly plead with them to give time to us fools,

They did give us time, but just a minute, I hear

So uhhh, this is random cringe I guess and it’s up to your own interpretation