An imperfection, as I'm told while being a resurrection. When I wake up I'm afraid, from the sight of the evil that's been made. To live up to expectations or a code, as my eyes erode. Blind from the world of thought, with a determination that can easily be bought. Here someone else to take my place, just to wake up with someone else wearing my face.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Caught
Behold the dark soul with all infected bones, bringing darkness to all your home's. I am he who stands upon all the mountains, making neck into geyser fountains. Sick and violent, delicate and silent. Defining your reality with two words, poisoning the birds. A maze, fufilling you with a daze. As the world seems to slip away, as night becomes day. Running for more of me, stuck in the closet so your skeletons can't see. Only after your blood is frozen stiff, as a dog notices a familiar sniff. Left right or skip ahead, no way out now your dead.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Winter bird
Four friends left for you, with nothing left to do. Something so fragile, won't you smile even for a little while? Remember the dreams you used to live in, why let the darkness win? Delicate like the snow, with love like a plant you grow. But your losing sight for who you are, even icarus only got so far. So please beloved stay away from the sun, please run. You'll fall, then no one will be left to care at all. Then the darkness is all you'll be, just like me.
When I'm gone
So this is this is good bye, to my ever changing life just to lay here and die. So when the day comes and I lose my face, that some day I'll come back to this wonderful place. The road to hell is along the way, is paved with good intention as they say. Now stuck here in the cold, with just one more poem to be told. On a path paved with blood that's long, the next time you wake I'll be gone.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Joker tribute
Why so serious? Does insanitys meaning make you furious. But you went from being done, to adding another to be your son. Welcome to the future batsy, no need to be sassy. I run your life, so lets see how many scars will be made with my knife. I was always the ace to your game of poker, but thats because im actually the joker. Come now hero, has your old age made your performance zero? I may be a psycho of all trades, but your reign is the one that fades. Looks you could have ran, thats why its gonna be having fun killing you batman.
Memory
I remember the first time we met, a day I would never forget. My friend was yours and you were his, who would have expected that to end up like this? Your brown eyes tearing up because he wanted someone old, even though I felt every moment shared with you as gold. Then things got worse, from what was love was now a curse. I never thought to pursue, even though I loved you. I was afraid to hurt someone so special, if I could go back I would make it official. But as soon as I had you you saw me for what I was, blaming yourself for some blind cause. What I remember isn't just about you loving me, just that now it's nothing but a memory.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Final Reflection
1. Some writings I would like to discuss would be "Sara's smile", first about its meaning, its about a time that was really hard for me, the window being my eyes, I describe every feeling of it. The feeling of being lost being described with the line "Sad thing is all the boy wants to do is crash." I described my first time ever seeing a dead body, I also describe the song that played in the title "Sara's smile" its by far the best poem I have really put any thought into. "Negativity", probably one of my favorites to read over and over. See, this poem has three meanings, a lot of my poems can be taken in many ways but I wanted to be very creative with this one, the first meaning was about the ideal of humanity, how we always tend to question ourselves over moral decisions, justifying such actions with sinning or some sort of karma. Second would be over the social standing that we establish, such as rich, middle class and poor, I include Darwin's emphasis on society at one point as well, what makes this poem interesting is that it was from the first and last line writings we did. The third was over a game called Dark Souls 2, the curse of want was the urge for power in the game, the story was always about the king becoming drunk with power, just to have his queen take advantage of his thirst that he was poisoned with insanity. The whole game your trying to find your reason to live, your reason for being in some world without even knowing why you were sent there, that's what makes this poem so beautiful to me. The last poem I want to talk about is "Ghoul", this was my first poem I ever really made, it was supposed to be a song I was going to write but I didn't want to have the chance of ruining such a good piece of writing, the thoughts that brought me to write this was about how people use there common bias to judge others, to acknowledge their beliefs or way of living in such a way, then to have supporters to bully someone as if its right when its really wrong. So I used murder to detail such an immoral act, then used cannibalism to describe the way people just like to eat away at each other.
2. The only readings I have ever done were Ashley's and Bonita's stories, my favorite of Ashley's would be Black Sacrament, which was inspired by the first/last lines and a game called skyrim. I love the detail she puts in the insanity of the jester, as if it was straight out of the game. Bringing out his murderous side using puppets in the form of dead children to attack people, the emphasis being played in his lines, as if expressed in a way you want to see more of him and to end with a line that explains the magic behind his control. Interesting piece of writing. For Bonita, Black Oak hospital was my favorite, the description of an insane asylum and the feelings you can capture about the struggle of this man Shaw trying to get out just to be trapped yet again. I love horror that ends exactly where it began, in a way where it finishes with an ending no one would expect.
3. The setting of the blog is based on my deepest thoughts, the only people I could see reading this are the ones who would understand the beauty of including a little dark in things that are supposed to be like fairy tales. Maybe philosophers too, because most of my writing is reflective on humanity, that and includes real issues in the typical kid. I will continue to post on here, post more poems, maybe lighter but still with the same theme, maybe diversify a little on the issues too.
4. The things in my journal are about my struggles, my feelings more then my thoughts, the things i'm not really open with. I probably wouldn't want anyone to read it unless they would keep it to themselves, sometimes i'll just be fine then just write to write and then completely forget about what I was feeling, so if they were worried I wouldn't have to feel bad. I'll continue to write in my journal when life gets too hard for me to handle, so if I don't really want to describe what i'm feeling to someone i'll show them my writing instead.
5. Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast. This was poem was made when I was really bored, and its something to make note of because it actually reminded me of how I was feeling at the time, it was humorous.
6. I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long he/she no longer knows he/she's drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me. A world of madness lead by the lord of lies, showing man the way to rule such a land. Having his name told through books so they can use him to achieve greater, and torture the "weak" or the non-believers. The strong being told to feed upon the weak as if Darwin was their god, the world being tossed into chaos because of their one and only lord. Fighting for what they believe in, as bombs fall and the skies are stained in the bloodshed. A world now without light to their missionaries sent to other countries to spread their beliefs, only pulling the trigger first and forgiving them later. As the ones like I, drink, drinking from the wine of knowledge and the apples of temptation, just wishing the world would end. To get rid of the liars, the cheats, the killers and puppet masters, unfortunately a utopia is proven impossible. All man damned to the curse of want, the need to want more, to fight for that cause or die trying that is the curse of man. Dreaming that I could run away or save the weak from the strong, to stop the modern cannibalism like ones standing really matters. Such a constant issue of all man to feel better about themselves from picking at the dead or the poor just to find out were really all the same, dead. Only to awake again I yell at the world with such insanity that ears bleed, a screaming that comes across the sky. Negativity is my favorite writing I have ever written.
7. Any writing I plan on doing in the future is probably making video games out of little poems or stories that I write, what I get out of writing creatively is the ability to write about my inner most thoughts I never explain outside my mind. In ways it differs from my writings in school is that it is limited to a good amount that is presentable to younger minds rather then the more mature. In my life, my writings reflect on who I am, who I describe myself as, who I want to be and the things I have done to get here, good or bad.
8. Any final words of advice I could give to anyone is embrace these thoughts, any feelings that you would normally hide to any breathing life form on this earth. Use it as a median in your life when you lack that person in your life, sure they wont be understood in ways that you hope, but it'll help when the world seems against you. Just know your giving someone else the chance to see the side of you that you don't really express or the miracle of your imagination to bless their day with each piece of your creativity. This is the best advice I could give any writer really
2. The only readings I have ever done were Ashley's and Bonita's stories, my favorite of Ashley's would be Black Sacrament, which was inspired by the first/last lines and a game called skyrim. I love the detail she puts in the insanity of the jester, as if it was straight out of the game. Bringing out his murderous side using puppets in the form of dead children to attack people, the emphasis being played in his lines, as if expressed in a way you want to see more of him and to end with a line that explains the magic behind his control. Interesting piece of writing. For Bonita, Black Oak hospital was my favorite, the description of an insane asylum and the feelings you can capture about the struggle of this man Shaw trying to get out just to be trapped yet again. I love horror that ends exactly where it began, in a way where it finishes with an ending no one would expect.
3. The setting of the blog is based on my deepest thoughts, the only people I could see reading this are the ones who would understand the beauty of including a little dark in things that are supposed to be like fairy tales. Maybe philosophers too, because most of my writing is reflective on humanity, that and includes real issues in the typical kid. I will continue to post on here, post more poems, maybe lighter but still with the same theme, maybe diversify a little on the issues too.
4. The things in my journal are about my struggles, my feelings more then my thoughts, the things i'm not really open with. I probably wouldn't want anyone to read it unless they would keep it to themselves, sometimes i'll just be fine then just write to write and then completely forget about what I was feeling, so if they were worried I wouldn't have to feel bad. I'll continue to write in my journal when life gets too hard for me to handle, so if I don't really want to describe what i'm feeling to someone i'll show them my writing instead.
5. Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast. This was poem was made when I was really bored, and its something to make note of because it actually reminded me of how I was feeling at the time, it was humorous.
6. I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long he/she no longer knows he/she's drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me. A world of madness lead by the lord of lies, showing man the way to rule such a land. Having his name told through books so they can use him to achieve greater, and torture the "weak" or the non-believers. The strong being told to feed upon the weak as if Darwin was their god, the world being tossed into chaos because of their one and only lord. Fighting for what they believe in, as bombs fall and the skies are stained in the bloodshed. A world now without light to their missionaries sent to other countries to spread their beliefs, only pulling the trigger first and forgiving them later. As the ones like I, drink, drinking from the wine of knowledge and the apples of temptation, just wishing the world would end. To get rid of the liars, the cheats, the killers and puppet masters, unfortunately a utopia is proven impossible. All man damned to the curse of want, the need to want more, to fight for that cause or die trying that is the curse of man. Dreaming that I could run away or save the weak from the strong, to stop the modern cannibalism like ones standing really matters. Such a constant issue of all man to feel better about themselves from picking at the dead or the poor just to find out were really all the same, dead. Only to awake again I yell at the world with such insanity that ears bleed, a screaming that comes across the sky. Negativity is my favorite writing I have ever written.
7. Any writing I plan on doing in the future is probably making video games out of little poems or stories that I write, what I get out of writing creatively is the ability to write about my inner most thoughts I never explain outside my mind. In ways it differs from my writings in school is that it is limited to a good amount that is presentable to younger minds rather then the more mature. In my life, my writings reflect on who I am, who I describe myself as, who I want to be and the things I have done to get here, good or bad.
8. Any final words of advice I could give to anyone is embrace these thoughts, any feelings that you would normally hide to any breathing life form on this earth. Use it as a median in your life when you lack that person in your life, sure they wont be understood in ways that you hope, but it'll help when the world seems against you. Just know your giving someone else the chance to see the side of you that you don't really express or the miracle of your imagination to bless their day with each piece of your creativity. This is the best advice I could give any writer really
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| From Negativity |
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| My little sister Sara |
Monday, December 15, 2014
Roxy
My lover, my beloved deceiver. Her hair of many colors but one so true, every time I see that evil little smile the more I fall for you. Your teeth the only response I need, my flesh to help you feed. My master my slave, a woman truly I would see to my grave. Her tempting skin, just welcoming in. Mutual cannibalism, followed with endless masochism. A woman I'd loved to dress, truly entranced I must confess. Her dark eyes giving me purpose on a world with no light, for she shows me beauty in the fight. To embrace the dark, where deeper into her eyes I'll make my spark. Loving both the man and the dog, clearing my mind when all is fog. Giving me something I never had to see, loving every part of me. Ah how I wish to see that beautiful face, of my beloved lavender lace.
Intention
What's that I can't hear you over your screaming, oh escape? You must be dreaming. Damn I knew it was bad to use duct tape. Oh no matter, I like the chase. Oh I hear you trip and that clatter, hurry I want to see You leave this place. With a broken foot, where do you expect to go? Seeing the tracks of suet, if you make it we'll never know. Just kidding, your my prisoners MY play things. Forever here to do my bidding, just to be tossed away like nothing. You knew who I was all along, took you long. Yes I, he. The man who can never die, and a devil hidden inside me. Your Damn right I'm a demon, but in this world living isn't free. I bring fear in the hearts of men, so what will it be? Never mind you made Your choice, sorry now I have to eat. Oh~ listen to that shrill in your voice! That simply cannot be beat!~
Harley
Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast.
Truth
Devil amongst the masses,can you see the truth behind the broken glass? Silent night for the rest of my life! Only to be brought to the end by your Damn knife. The boy inside the man, holy water on these chains burning as he ran. Cursed a sinner, left to be some angels dinner. Whisper Whisper don't make a sound, soon your right will be in the ground. Come forsaken all your beliefs give in to the temptation, stopping your heart beat with this sweet sensation. Now they can't hurt you, no matter what they do. Come on dare devil, show them power on a whole new level! MY master! Kill them faster! Feast upon their holy flesh, do you smell the crimson it's so fresh~ Now we're the same you and I cursed by our true desire, that's why we reside in this lake of fire
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Ignorance
Cold and callous the best way to handle these thoughts,
not accepting the truth I sought.
That the world is filled with liars and gambles,
that making choices is like winning in scrabble.
Controlled by something,
feeling like its better then knowing nothing.
My innocence is what I miss,
dreaming that on day I would feel such bliss.
Centipede
Crawling into my ear,
slowly hurting me being so sincere.
This torture you consume,
making yourself a little room.
Taking away all the pain,
stopping my eyes rain.
The only one who cares,
who doesn't want the truth or the dares.
Just wants me to feel something,
anything.
Even if it hurts the most,
anything to please its host.
Sucking out all of the life out of me,
taking away all the pity.
Turning the page watching me grow,
with details you don't care to know.
Crawling from one to the other,
hoping I don't find another.
Its not you it was the host,
just know I cared about you the most.
But all turtles must come out of the shell,
being trapped in fear is hell.
Shadows
I'm still the man I was when you found me,
but you don't accept what you see.
I don't need your understanding,
now I feel nothing.
Dire need of some one new,
but i'm not changing for anyone that's what I have sworn to do.
Cant prove what I denied,
sorry for who I am guess I lied.
Stared at like some animal in a cage,
of some old age.
Rabid and wild,
losing to some child.
Go ahead glare,
with that hateful stare.
Or awhile trapped in a haze,
while you try enchant the beast with your broken gaze.
I cannot change what I have done,
then why should I run?
Have you seen me for the man I have proven to be?
no because a shadow is all you love to see.
On the other side
Standing on solid ground,
look up from falling down.
I would break,
I would shake.
I would burn,
I would turn.
I would suffer,
I would lie I would steal for no other.
There's nothing left inside,
there's nothing left to hide.
My heart is yours so rip it out,
listen to what i'm on about.
Who am I to be here?
All you need to know is all always will be there.
There's nothing in between to fall through,
i'm being myself who are you?
Cant kill the way you feel,
what you see is real.
I don't expect you to understand this,
taking all your insecurities for granted.
My actions are your fault,
now i'm in a mirror locked up in a vault.
You knew who I was,
no more excuses and no real cause.
You are stuck in this world of broken glass,
growing like the roots in the grass.
It eats away at you doesn't it?
You always wonder why can't I quit?
Your addicted to the hold,
like a greedy king all his gold.
Can no longer resist?
such a narcissist.
But you and I are the same guy,
and were feeling so alive we could die.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Cannibal
Still hard to let go I can still hear you singing, the mourning bells are ringing. These thoughts lost in my head, with these eyes left to witness the black and red. Poetic, psychotic. Romantic, eccentric. Eating away at me slowly, soon to come and embrace me. Stain my cloths with that crimson justice, to show your true face my alice. Everlasting madness, such a mess. The ropes slowly coming apart, now here back at the start. Hunger, stronger. Unconscious, darkness. This end that I let in, my life yours and all thats within. Don't you detest what you see? Wont you come and digest me? Make me pay for my deceit, Bon appetite.
Reasoning
Pointless and repetitive,
looking for some reason to live.
Some excuse for some thoughtless destiny,
with some after life besieged by some worn out philosophy.
To live is to work,
to live with the flaws and your quirks.
To live is to breed,
to live is to fulfill every need.
To live is to sin,
to live is to be forgiven.
To live is commitment,
to live is to repent.
To live is to repeat,
to live is to sleep and eat.
To live is to feel,
to live is to deal.
To live is to fight,
to live is to be wrong and right.
To live is to be lean,
to live is to be clean.
To live is to accept,
to live is to intercept.
To live is to breathe,
to hold like a sword in its sheathe.
To live is to protect,
truth soon to dissect.
Living life to the fullest,
being at your best.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Absolution
My lover is an angel smiling even at her funeral, as the people shake their head in disapproval. My goddess and my only prayer, that no matter where she goes I'll always be there. I'll give you my life, I'll tell you my sins as you sharpen your knife. Lost forever yet I still care, to no other smile could yours compare. White as the show, divine with your glow. In this winter wonderland, do I see you happy holding another's hand. I'm happy here where I lay, even its just me at the end of the day. Leave me here and throw away the key, in this cage just for me. Saying good bye to my sunlight, knowing she's happy I'll always be alright. Safe hands held on this white dance floor, to be just enough and nothing more.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Blood worthy
The beginning was fun and you felt free, then the shroud left and you were forced to see. That life isn't just happiness and sunshine, sometimes it's taking a new breath or getting out of line. Its about closing ones eyes to see clearly, see we hold onto the sight so dearly. The reality that isn't there, the life that is always fair. The beast beauty of his own, with all the lies he had shown. You see for how it all was, so you go back to the life You were in to think of a just cause. The life of pain, where you couldn't just run free in the rain. So bland, for a blood worth at high demand. Simply one of the kind, to be blood worthy you must be out of your mind.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Envy
Endless despair meets eternal hope, the feelings we encourage, these happy thoughts and the smiles that help us get by. The kindness we are given and shared among the less fortunate, the feeling of replacing the darkness with your own light. Always holding up your hand to care, nursing people back to health so courageously, her only medicine a hug and a firm shake. To even the one she desspises she provides such a heart warming gaze, as if the whole worlds problems just disapear in that manner of moments when most would run, or just toss someone away, it only seemed to be a strength. A family that doesnt support, a brother who betrayed her, a sister that abandoned her, and parents who care nothing but the bond of family. The only thing that keeps me going, that helps me let go, the one friend thats there for me when I feel lost, my friend Brenda. I envy her.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
101 things about me
1. Drake Shade is my darker emotions.
2. I have three sisters and two brothers.
3. My favorite game is the wolf among us.
4. I love the lord of the rings series.
5. My favorite food is chicken fried steak.
6. My favorite book series is Cirque du freak.
7. I love poetry.
8. I love chess.
9. I want to be a video game designer.
10. I make videos in my free time.
11. I love reading.
12. I love writing.
13. I listen to a lot of alternative and classic rock.
14. I'm not good with making decisions on my own.
15. My weakness is that I am hard headed.
16. I'm insanely afraid of being something i'm not.
17. My favorite band of all time would be drowning pool.
18. I don't get along with my big sister.
19. My favorite among my siblings is the one whose always there, my brother-in-law Colby.
20. I like to draw.
21. I have trouble with feeling anything.
22. I usually do things without thinking.
23. I find it really to comfortable to lay down listening to music while reading a book.
24. I like to see my friends happy, so I usually do what I can to make them feel better.
25. I am very selfish.
26. I love sleeping a lot.
27. Thinking a lot makes me depressed.
28. I usually write horror stories and poems about my inner thoughts or my sense on human nature.
29. I like to play any kind of poker.
30. I'm careless.
31. I like to shut off my feelings a lot so I can take it all out on my writing.
32. When I write, I tend to lose sight of the things around me, then come back to reality after its done.
33. My favorite song would be "Feel like I do" by Drowning pool.
34. When I do think, I like to do it by myself, I don't really like the idea of putting my problems on someone else.
35. I don't like being a burden.
36. I don't forget and forgive more like I just remember and forgive, cant lie to yourself what they've done.
37. I like having control.
38. I'm a neat freak.
39. I don't ask myself why things happen, I just ask why do I let them happen.
40. My friend Brenda is really the only person who gets me.
41. I don't really like losing people I love.
42. Death scares me.
43. I have a habit of walking on my tip toes.
44. I dislike people ruining my games.
45. I learn things better on my own.
46. I hate making mistakes.
47. I like watching anime.
48. I like to read manga.
49. I like to play video games.
50. My favorite console would have to be any of the PlayStations.
51. I tend to overthink things when I am mad.
52. The hardest game I've ever played was Demon Souls.
53. I hated my middle school years.
54. My best friends are David North and Elijah Harris.
55. I don't get along with people I don't know unless someone I know knows them.
56. A lot of my inspiration is from music.
57. I have band named Devils Syndicate.
58. I don't ever really feel like I have to study.
59. I don't like objective things.
60. My favorite subjects at school are English and Math.
61. My least favorite would be History.
62. My Dad is who I look up to, someone I want to be like.
63. My favorite poet would be my father, we write about the same things.
64. I have problems being compassionate.
65. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
66. Fall is my favorite season.
67. I don't like opening up to people.
68. I don't get along with very emotional people.
69. I dislike talking about my past.
70. My parents are good people.
71. I don't like most of my uncles, but I love most of my aunts.
72. I have anger issues.
73. The three main things I care about is my family, my best friends and stability.
74. I don't like feeling guilty or taking the blame for things I cant help.
75. I don't like faking feelings.
76. I like playing role playing games.
77. I like playing strategy games.
78. My favorite game on PC would be either Garry's mod or Amnesia the dark decent.
79. I like things being in alphabetical order.
80. Algebra is a lot better then Geometry.
81. My favorite manga would be Dogs: Bullets and Carnage.
82. My favorite anime would be Code Geass.
83. I ignore a lot of the problems in my life.
84. I am ignorant when it comes to social events.
85. I don't know how to act at funerals.
86. I cry rarely.
87. I like baby sitting my little cousins.
88. I work at my aunt Kim's flea market.
89. When it comes to making decisions I feel lost.
90. I talk to my mother when I feel that way.
91. When I sing I imagine the scene of the song I wrote.
92. Any game is really easy for me once I've mastered the controls.
93. I love having long hair.
94. I like wearing suits.
95. My favorite drink would be Pepsi or Lemonade tea.
96. I'm very protective of my younger siblings.
97. A song that would describe my life would be "Vendetta" by Deligma
98. I practice singing a lot when i'm alone at the house.
99. The game that i'm best at is The Darkness 1 and 2.
100. I am 17 and feel the oldest out of my siblings.
101. I love to sing.
2. I have three sisters and two brothers.
3. My favorite game is the wolf among us.
4. I love the lord of the rings series.
5. My favorite food is chicken fried steak.
6. My favorite book series is Cirque du freak.
7. I love poetry.
8. I love chess.
9. I want to be a video game designer.
10. I make videos in my free time.
11. I love reading.
12. I love writing.
13. I listen to a lot of alternative and classic rock.
14. I'm not good with making decisions on my own.
15. My weakness is that I am hard headed.
16. I'm insanely afraid of being something i'm not.
17. My favorite band of all time would be drowning pool.
18. I don't get along with my big sister.
19. My favorite among my siblings is the one whose always there, my brother-in-law Colby.
20. I like to draw.
21. I have trouble with feeling anything.
22. I usually do things without thinking.
23. I find it really to comfortable to lay down listening to music while reading a book.
24. I like to see my friends happy, so I usually do what I can to make them feel better.
25. I am very selfish.
26. I love sleeping a lot.
27. Thinking a lot makes me depressed.
28. I usually write horror stories and poems about my inner thoughts or my sense on human nature.
29. I like to play any kind of poker.
30. I'm careless.
31. I like to shut off my feelings a lot so I can take it all out on my writing.
32. When I write, I tend to lose sight of the things around me, then come back to reality after its done.
33. My favorite song would be "Feel like I do" by Drowning pool.
34. When I do think, I like to do it by myself, I don't really like the idea of putting my problems on someone else.
35. I don't like being a burden.
36. I don't forget and forgive more like I just remember and forgive, cant lie to yourself what they've done.
37. I like having control.
38. I'm a neat freak.
39. I don't ask myself why things happen, I just ask why do I let them happen.
40. My friend Brenda is really the only person who gets me.
41. I don't really like losing people I love.
42. Death scares me.
43. I have a habit of walking on my tip toes.
44. I dislike people ruining my games.
45. I learn things better on my own.
46. I hate making mistakes.
47. I like watching anime.
48. I like to read manga.
49. I like to play video games.
50. My favorite console would have to be any of the PlayStations.
51. I tend to overthink things when I am mad.
52. The hardest game I've ever played was Demon Souls.
53. I hated my middle school years.
54. My best friends are David North and Elijah Harris.
55. I don't get along with people I don't know unless someone I know knows them.
56. A lot of my inspiration is from music.
57. I have band named Devils Syndicate.
58. I don't ever really feel like I have to study.
59. I don't like objective things.
60. My favorite subjects at school are English and Math.
61. My least favorite would be History.
62. My Dad is who I look up to, someone I want to be like.
63. My favorite poet would be my father, we write about the same things.
64. I have problems being compassionate.
65. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
66. Fall is my favorite season.
67. I don't like opening up to people.
68. I don't get along with very emotional people.
69. I dislike talking about my past.
70. My parents are good people.
71. I don't like most of my uncles, but I love most of my aunts.
72. I have anger issues.
73. The three main things I care about is my family, my best friends and stability.
74. I don't like feeling guilty or taking the blame for things I cant help.
75. I don't like faking feelings.
76. I like playing role playing games.
77. I like playing strategy games.
78. My favorite game on PC would be either Garry's mod or Amnesia the dark decent.
79. I like things being in alphabetical order.
80. Algebra is a lot better then Geometry.
81. My favorite manga would be Dogs: Bullets and Carnage.
82. My favorite anime would be Code Geass.
83. I ignore a lot of the problems in my life.
84. I am ignorant when it comes to social events.
85. I don't know how to act at funerals.
86. I cry rarely.
87. I like baby sitting my little cousins.
88. I work at my aunt Kim's flea market.
89. When it comes to making decisions I feel lost.
90. I talk to my mother when I feel that way.
91. When I sing I imagine the scene of the song I wrote.
92. Any game is really easy for me once I've mastered the controls.
93. I love having long hair.
94. I like wearing suits.
95. My favorite drink would be Pepsi or Lemonade tea.
96. I'm very protective of my younger siblings.
97. A song that would describe my life would be "Vendetta" by Deligma
98. I practice singing a lot when i'm alone at the house.
99. The game that i'm best at is The Darkness 1 and 2.
100. I am 17 and feel the oldest out of my siblings.
101. I love to sing.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Monsters
Scratching at the doors, clawing at the floors. Drowning in the rivers of tears, pulling me further to the darkness of one's fears. No need to fight, it's all going to be alright. Swimming up for air, to a world that drowns you without a care. It's air poisonous, it's agriculture filled with pus. Accompanied by maggots and black skies, that's the world in my eyes.
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