Awakened
The voices did not agree those years that have since past,
The music never went loud enough.
The waves rose with the tides, but never fell,
Took the choice to climb on the ship,
Attempt to desperately pull it from its path of demise.
The sails set high, we expected them to run on happiness,
But keeping the Ship of our lives from a path of destruction
It required far too much, we were never able to even to push it ahead.
It sucked up our sadness, moving the ship in a new path.
We all chose to abandon the ship, try and make our own path.
The waves reached over all the land,
The sun and moon lost in their own war.
We lost our paths,
A change of Purity
I awoke to a world
filled with the Purity of Monotone.
The world moved on
regardless of the Fallen,
Deafened screams filled the Grey.
The flat toned world
And its equally cardboard civilizations
Stood upon a belief
That no one was different
And what was, was wrong.
So, the world flooded,
All of its stand apart beings
Listening to the voices
Telling them to not fall
Into the broken monotony.
The Grey ran Red
With the blood of the newly Blinded.
And so the caterwauls returned.
The World's monotony split
Between the equal
And the unique.
The streets ran with wine.
And the sky ebony.
The unique raged violently
The equal
World, why must you do this to me? Throw more sadness my way;
Make it harder to stand up without a helping hand.
World why must you do this to them? Make everyone go silent;
Make it sadder to see the world move on in Happiness.
World why take an Angel? Why take one of your Own back?
Why must you take the Angel of our friends?
Make them Deaf to Joy? Make them Hear the Sour Notes?
World, you don't win. We maybe Deaf but we do See.
We love our Angel, a true friend, a fun talker, a good occupier.
A Fighter. A Lover. An Angel.
World, I go Deaf by Will, not by your Sick power.
Even Deaf though, I Sing, I Listen. I Know.
I won't Forget. I will Alw
The name on a page, something so simple, a few bits of Data, and a couple of squares;
But some don't realize the Mask it truly is, to hide the face of someone less Fair.
The Pain never stops, and it keeps pouring onto your shoulders;
Your reign falls, marching stops, and friendly Fire reigns, they're no longer Soldiers.
They continues to Corrupt the next, leaving nothing but the pitiful cries of some Soul.
This is not me, I do not rhyme.
No, not for the swine.
Someone with an Opinion to Enforce,
That is not me.
I am not Pure, but I am not Corrupt
I've seen said souls cry, it brings rage, like an Anti-Siren
So now, the only question
His eye shot open, darting around quickly, sweat was dripping from his forehead leaving him stressed and cold; "name name name, what's my name?!" his thoughts screamed in his head, leaving him with a slight headache; clenching his head tightly, breathing hard. His legs felt numb, but he tried to forced himself into at least a kneeling position, groaning loudly. "Ok, that feels like shit." He choked out, instantly regretting trying to say anything at all as he broke out into violent coughing; minutes passed before he forced himself onto his feet. "Ok who am I, where am I, and how on earth did I end up in a wasteland?!" he screamed, knowing tha
"Dear Anonymous,
I've written this to inform you that the warranty on my heart is on the verge of going void, I hope you will extend this warranty soon.
Not gonna lie, I've mad a lot of mistakes, pissed off a lot of people, broken a lot of hearts. I do promise I'll be there this time, to cheer you up and whisper sweet nothings to you. I won't give up, I love you this is a proven.
I know your love is exhausted, but please give me another chance, one more hug, one more Kiss.
Love,
Hopeless Romantic"
Obsession
I awoke from my slumber
Only to find my life bleak and colorless,
a lack of inspiration, curiosity, or Love.
So I arose from my Life,
Only to find the world the same,
People walking to work,
As if their whole mindset
Was to work their under-paid jobs.
People Lying and Cheating,
Every word spoken a Disgust or Insult,
People feeling the pain,
a sharp or blunt object meeting their chests,
The Wise burning for their words,
A World worth living.
So You came in.
Stole my Everything,
Brought me to my knees,
And saved me from it,
But can Paradise exist without the War,
The burn of a bullet it your chest,
Or the Agony of Death?
No, Y
So. It has become a point in my life to speak of this wondrous and ambitious idea of a story, originally a story, then movie, then animation, all scrapped and long since burned.
With it coming onto it's 10th year in my mind, i have decided that this is it, i will restart the project and if I don't continue it this time, it is DONE.
So here we go.
So hello once again everyone.
I passed out today and had just such weird dreams.
It's 4:30 am when I'm writing this, and I haven't slept but like 4 hours of sleep, and it's really starting to hinder me!
So, when I woke up, I had a million ideas of things to do in Kerbal Space Program, one of which was "Well my mission to Mun went so well... ok...it was a bitch. Why not go to DUNA! (mars)" yeah, made it off the launch pad, into space, realized my transport stage was way to low in power and had to land the lander and rover back on the planet Kerbal (Earth). So yeah 3 hours of design to waste! TRY AGAIN!!!
After that I ate some cabbage soup.