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Seasonal Stream of Consciousness PoemWow, Suleiman sure was an interesting guy
It's a shame the Ottoman Empire fell
Would have been neat if it was still around
I wonder if the Janissaries would have still existed if it was still around?
Oh, It's finally snowing outside
Hopefully it will stick
Doubt it will though
It always seems to heat up or the ground is already too wet and it melts the snow
Oh yeah, Christmas is in a few days
I should probably get presents for everyone soon
I have no idea what anyone wants though
I guess I'll have to text Aaron and Clint individually and ask what the other might want
I'll probably end up getting them games
Especially since they can usually afford everything they need
Mom will be tougher
Window-shopping may be my only option in that regard
She never talks about what she needs beyond help around the house
And then getting frustrated because she has too much on her plate
Maybe if she didn't start so many different projects at once then that wouldn't be an issue
Feh, I shouldn't get into t
State of AngerThis anger takes control without my consent
Taking the helm away from better judgment
Looking for those who choose lives of ignorance
While readying a harpoon of rage and disappointment
That will only lead to petty conflict
I try to rein it in
This monster of bitter feelings
But others simply goad it on
Thinking it nothing more than a joke
That leaves me with wounds and scars
It boils within me
Always ready to vent itself
Like boiler steam escaping the pipes
Scalding flesh to the bone
And revealing tender nerves
But it is no hulking behemoth
That pounds and roars with fury
But more of a chained-up beast
Seething its feelings of frustration
Rather than those of hate
Poetry of FictionSolfesol, great Solfesol!
If only you were here
Full in form and imbued with strength!
Yet fate has locked you away!
No, not fate, not truly
Men locked you away, the children of Gaea
Ignorant, wasteful, and numerous creatures
Fearful of judgment that has yet to come
They should be fearful, this much is true
But not of you! Not their protector! Not their noble patron!
They say you're too powerful, a monster to be
That is their justification for sealing you away!
I know the truth, however, and fear not to say it
They fear not you, but the sadness they cause you
The disappointment of a parent whose children have run astray
You always showed kindness, compassion, and wisdom
Showing the way to truth and great progress
But even as you steered men forward and ahead
They would destroy, abuse, regret, and learn little
Yet as they failed, you always showed pride
You taught, you forgave, and punished with fairness
Despite the flaws that others deemed damnable
This is what shames them most of all
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
Roses and barbed wireThe beauty of the roses
Right there for me to see
So colorful and vibrant
A sight to behold
But I can't get any closer
A fence surrounds them
Keeping them safe
Keeping me away
Away from their colors
Away from their scent
Trapped in this grey world of mine
Behind the barbed wire fence
Where Lover's Dream DarklyFor it is not a fable; — that which bleeds..
And her soul may whisper obsidian,
— But I am the sea of Darkness she craves
O’ long I hath bathed in these ravenous winds,
Watching shadows weep across river’s dreary
Upon nightscapes that plunder our souls —
A bouquet of crimson shall enchant thy lips;
Where slowly we fade into requiem
Drink me naked in the abyss of hungry wolves
Among demons and insanity, I thrust and fall
Ravaged, eons of lust spill from mine eyes,
And behold the Forests sing of murder!
In a sombre kiss, we shall undress the skies
Time will yield to the treasures of melancholy
I covet thee, unto this blood-filled Moon
O’ thou art beautiful decay upon my skin,
A ghostly visage dripping wanton & darkly ..
We are Lover’s haunting deaths lullaby;
Assassins brooding in a bewailing fairy-tale
She is mystic poison; & elixir immortale
Seek you me, in the mystique of necromancy
For I am the dream of Serpents fea
Sweet darknessDarkness, my dear
Darkness, my element
With your cold embrace
And keep me hidden
Hiden from the world
Hidden from my past
You are my ally
You are my friend
The only one I can trust
Vanquish the light
And cast your shadow
All over this world
the taste of your tongue
the warmth of your hand
the empty promises
the harm you've done
and i remember
to burn every trace
that remains with me.
Time As It IsAnd I asked Time how it was on this glorious Monday. It simply replied:
"I am here for you now, but I will not wait for you.
Even if you fall behind, I remain in your field of view.
You can keep up with me, but you cannot catch up to me.
For once I have left, I am gone for eternity.
Nor can you leave me behind, or go back to change me.
For I am the keeper of aging, no matter how thick the tree.
Therefore, I plea to thee:
Do your work now, get it done, and then return to me
when the time is right.
For I will accept you, take you in, and guide into
the brightest light.
Then, and only then, I will call you friend.
One that truly has stayed completely to the end."
That Which Has Not Yet BeenIt is such a splendid feeling when one forms an idea.
Even more so when they bring it to life.
They give it a soul, a body, a mind, a belief, a personality, a goal, a past, a present, and a future.
But then, when it is ready to be brought to life, it is vanquished due to events beyond its control.
It may yet live another day, but till then, it must sit and wait.
A story yet to be lived is right around the corner.
It will forge bonds of friendship, of hate, of respect, of contempt, and of family.
It will remember what was lost and lose what was remembered.
But new goals, new dreams, new allies shall be found.
The mind and body will change, but change is what it will seek.
Though it has yet to live a day, that day shall indeed be lived.
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