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.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
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!~
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