A wolf's tale

Cold reflection they tell no lies, but eyes just scratch the surface. Dont shake me, don't make me bear my teeth you really don't want to meet that guy. Don't wake me, don't let me off the leash, there's a monster living under this hide. The fairytales are dead, try not to lose your head. Wolf in sheep's clothing, intoxicated by the loathing. Whose evading the skin clad wolf? I hope the spoils were worth it. Now the beasts fires been lit, you know what you've done, so start to run. Petulant thorn in your side, awakening the beast inside. Won't listen to a word you say, so get the hell out of my way. Breaking the prison and cracking the cage, unleashing this beast full of rage.

Falsify.

I need some room to breathe, because I've lost all I believe. Like a bratty little child, going rabid and wild. Foaming out my mouth and pouring out my eyes, tired of all the lies. I'm choking, please tell me your joking. Just strike me down with your light, I won't fight. Send me to the darkest depths, filled with torment to the sinners since their deaths. Tear my skin with the lake of fires chains, continue these back pains. Something to feel other then lost, please whatever the cost. I'm done being him and i, tired of life being a lie. Words that are never really heard, are better described with one word. False.

Promise land

The way you used to feel, when you didn't know if it was all real. Always with a world you picture to see, where everyone's running free. No war just happiness consumed by the suns light, to see all the wrongs and one day make a right. To do something new, to see the sky is truly white and blue. A place without hate, where the living all can relate. A true paradise, almost as transparent as ice. Melting away with your dreams, burning with the world's painful screams. The world that was foretold, sold out with lies and gold. All for lustful intent, left in a world where no one wants to repent. This is the world that be, always home to me.

Insanity

I made your head ache, like a devil in your mind I make your heart break. Oh you know I like to do what I please, like a bullet in a gun I'll just give it a squeeze. You know I'm careless but it's all in the fun, like flying towards to the sun. Be your morphine going straight to your head, seeing nothing but the red. Cry, lie. Get on a knee, and plea. Either way I'm out, so rot and pout. The voices telling me to stop, to make this feeling in my chest to pop. Talking to yourself to contemplate, deciding your own fate. To live or die there's no difference, because living just to die doesn't make sense.

Life

The flames of hell consuming for that dreadful fee, with nothing but the darkness that be. Accepting it at whatever cost, sad but true another soul lost. Blood consuming our name, with the world left to blame. To burn, to twirl and turn. When the whole world is coming after you, and there's nothing left you can do. It won't be long, when your dead and gone. Even when it's all said and done, there's nothing left to run. Cuts and rings alike, at the end of the pike. On the edge where we lay, just to wake up to the same thing every day.

Into the mind

Singing birds,

At a loss of words

Amid the cracks in mirrors,

As the glow is getting dimmer.

Ascending from putrid rivers,

Damning with cold shivers.

Stumbling blind,

As we fall further into the mind.

Walls are closing,

Your dosing.

Crawling and choking,

Awoken.

Deeper down into the fantasy,

Feelings of pain and ecstasy.

The keepers of creation

Rattled with false sensations

Which unveils you,

With nothing left to do.

Running and kicking,

The crows picking.

Fighting and losing,

Your pain oozing.

A place to escape from,

When running away is dumb.

Thoughts that linger,

Touched by its forgotten finger.

As it becomes a nightmare,

To no horror this could compare.

As the light begins to fade,

Into the mind of Drake Shade.

This darkness you start to embrace,

These demons we cannot face.

A long way down,

Just waltzing into town. 

We run but cannot hide,

Its always there by our side.

Its painful,

Its ungrateful.

It tells us to let go,

To a world we don't even know.

This is the madness that quakes,

When our conchies shakes.

This is the world that may be,

A place just for you and me.

Food Glorious Food

I remember a saying my father used to say, as it was commonly used for most men in terms with food. "The closest way to a mans heart is through his stomach." I like to believe that's true, especially with how happy my parents are when it comes to making certain foods, there was one time I remember and it was on fathers day. My father works a lot, you see hes a med tech at a nursing home so hes move around a lot, my dad and I share taste in foods, like our favorite dishes are chicken. It was a little sad because I forgot it was fathers day, I blame my youth because I was like eight, but one day my dad came home and passed out on the couch. I wanted to thank him for all his hard work and mom talked me into making him a card that said thank you dad for supporting the family and some cute saying that she had that I can't really remember. However, I didn't like the idea of just giving him a card, I wanted something to hit my dad hard and realize how much his son loved him, so I thought back to that saying and made him chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. (With moms help of course, i'm a bad cook.) But my dad over slept, my mother hid his presents out of anger and sent me to bed, on that night I came out to check up on dad because I couldn't sleep, I don't know why or how I caught him doing this but he was eating in his sleep! He smelled the food in the kitchen and ate all of it, just to wake up finding all of the presents from my mom, my baby sister and I. He woke us all up to thank us and gave us a bunch of kisses until he finally gave us a huge hug, I can still remember the pain it was to tell them I had to go to bed, but I had school. Its interesting, because he didn't notice the cards, yet he still cried, must have been the food, either way I will always love my dad and thank for his hard work. That's what this food memory speaks to me at the very least.

Evasive Maneuvers

Words quiet, Distance desolate. A fading light that you used to embark, Now you've lost my spark. These feelings you have to evade, Your heart soon to fade. No more good smells, Now this is where the pain dwells. Saying you've had enough of this, Now your pissed. You think unrationally, Because you loved them passionately. Can you blame it all on what you see? This how it was meant to be. You hate feeling, You guess this is the price of the devils dealing. Your sick of love, Its all about the push or the shove. To wake up and realize its all fake, Whats the matter Drake? Feel sick? Hows it feel to be the second pick? Pushing away all your friends? Getting rid of the loose ends. Playing this game of life like chess, Oh your done you simply confess. So please give yourself the pleasure to smile, Even for a little while. The things you hate, Gone like the first date. Love is war, That fuels us at the core. Evasive like a mask made of lies, Then the truth shows when the light dies. But you cant leave something that was never the there, Because war isn't fair.

Me, im not.

"Give in to what you are", Even if that wont get us far? "Dont lose to it, fight!", How can you when its out of sight? "Stop it and see what your doing is this really what you want?", Foolish words for a mortal who is insignifcant. "You know what it does to you.", Yes I do. "Dont succumb to something your not." I would really enjoy seeing you rot. "Stop this is this really how you feel?", If that seals the deal. "Your not a bad guy.", Heh, thats a lie. "You have to keep control or i'll be gone." Good anything so I dont have to gaze my eyes upon. Look its over we've lost control, You've had your chance but your all out of soul. Point is you had your chance, You did your dance. We've had an excellent feast, but you can only love the beast. The deals done, theres nowhere to run. At least you got far, so accept what we are.

Photo Hunt

Couldn't caption on my phone Sooo...

This is nature, this was an escape from this prison for when I felt lost or free, this was tranquil, yet cold. Waking me up to reality.

This was the beginning of what seems to be the end, reminding me of the numerous paths I've walked, the wars I've fought and every time I look at it, I can't help but not regret anything I've ever done.

The horses make me think of something that is beautiful, as if they were running to reach some goal that would make you keep begging for one to win, or the factor it resembles life in so many ways, slow seeming eternal, yet the destination will always the same.

Halloween Spirits

The best costume I ever wore was… A zombie at the masquerade 

My favorite Halloween was the time I…As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me. Then… It told me to run, to flee from this dark place! To me it looked like an ordinary house, I thought I must have ate some bad candy so I just assumed it to be a delusion. So as soon as I approached the house I knocked saying, "trick or treat!" But then the door opened and all I saw was black. Desperate for candy I walked in and searched, then my foot was grabbed and I was pulled in.. Hearing that pumpkins cackling while the light faded away..

Write a Halloween poem using the following words: bat, pumpkin, candy, spooky, night, orange, black, witch, scary, wind. I walk into the valley of death, feeling a spooky wind at my breath. With a trail of candy on payment orange and black, scary witches laughing and floating around my back. A place covered in smoke only lit up by the moon light, being lifted by bats and disappearing into the Halloween night.

List all the Halloween costumes you have had in past years. Ninja, Batman, Elmo, Pumpkin, Masquerade zombie, Death, Corvo Attano and a devil.

Describe how to make a great Halloween costume using mostly supplies you have around the house. Cloth, string, some sort of clay to use that can dry so you can make your mask or gloves, some black silk that you can see through just so you can hide your face and maybe a LED light to look like you have glowing eyes. 

This is...

This is  my home,
seeing red and black where ever I may roam.
The clouds and ground all black,
the red skies bring the color that most people lack.
This is where this bird flies,
from the excuses and lies.
My heaven and my retribution,
which will one day be my execution.
This is my happy place,
where I can take the mask off and feel the cold air on my face.
Then it will soon defrost,
and all will be lost.
This is where I lay,
wondering if life will come back to me some day.
Alone with this bird that never sings,
in a world where the end isn't justified by the means.
This is my dream,
in a place where most deem.
But i've woken out of breath,
scared to death.