Devours life, and creates more,
Like an endless hunger,
it never stops,
doesn't wait for anything,
benefits the fast,
punishes the slow,
As time goes on,
The world continues"
SacrificeIt should have been me.
Why did he save me, knowing he would die?
I should have helped him,
I shouldn't have left his side.
But he gave his life for me,
A coward afraid to die.
Would I have done the same in his place?
Just for the sake of survival?
This was a hopeless battle, we lost everything.
Yet he still had hope, hope to save the kingdom.
But when it was lost, I saw his eyes turn dark.
He lost everything he cared for, yet he kept on fighting.
He no longer valued life, and saw that I did.
He dove into the enemy, signalling to me.
"Run," He shouted, "Run as fast as you can."
I did, but I was caught by the enemy.
They took me prisoner, and I was executed.
But the last thing I remembered,
My last thought,
Was the chance he gave me,
Even though it was for naught.
DepressionI am one of the most painful things in life
People die before me
After a hopeless battle of suffering
I corrupt every soul, Nothing is without me
Large or small, I always grow
Unless you're strong enough to break me
With my enemies happiness, joy, and cheer
Against them I crumble in fear
But for now I sit in your heart,
weighing down more every day,
until something happy comes to mind
The Creation Chapter 1I wake up from a nap as my name is called from the intercom. "Lieutenant Morrison report to Command for briefing," followed by three other announcements calling for members of the 431st special forces."Great, another wild goose chase," I think as I comb my fur to look at least halfway presentable. I then exit my small room and run as fast as I can down the wide hallways, navigating all the familiar twists and turns.
After sprinting halfway across the base I finally make it to Command. As I walk in I notice Captain Jameson, Sergeant Relm, and Lieutenant Grey, three trusted special ops soldiers and good friends. "So what's this all about? If this is our team then it's not some simple elimination mission." I ask, sitting down and putting my feet up. The commander walks in and we salute. "At ease troops. As you know, you are some of the most skilled operatives in the legion. A group was out on a mission when they picked up something strange on the radar. After further investigat
RecipeYou said you like your girls
a little psychotic
with a dash of instability,
so I showed you my recipe
with shaky, bloody hands.
Clothes were discarded
and you broke my rib cage open
and shoved a needle full of cyanide
i n m y l u n g s.
(Your insanity was my life support
and I lived off of your insidious words.)
And just as I made friends
with the Grim Reaper,
you abandoned me
and said I was too fucked up for you.
How ironic is it
that my creator
was terrified of me?
He said he liked his girls
a little morbid
with a dash of insanity
so I cut my chest open
and showed him my p o i s o n - f i l l e d l u n g s.
He grabbed my barely-beating heart,
caressed my sunken cheeks
and said, "This is all I care about."
Black EyeThe sense of dread you instill with your look
makes millions quake as if the whole Earth shook.
The world is well aware of the moves you make
But it’s impossible to predict the form it’ll take.
Their sharpest of scholars can’t cleave your disguise,
but I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.
Like an inbound disaster you deliver despair
when upon the land you fixate your stare.
Your visage is venom; there’s no point in hoping
that the people can rest with your black eyes open.
With fear as your feed, your appetite amplifies,
and I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes.
Your timeline, your being, is immersed in obscurity
‘cuz a black eye needs no light to see.
It’s only when you surface to prowl for prey
those opaque orbs emerge to blot out the day.
I see the darkness that is haloed in your eyes;
the shadowed glare that hides your lies.
I sense the sickness plastered oln your face
and know how it spreads with its fetid embrace.
Wasted FleshFlesh, flesh,
Such wasted flesh...
This able-bodied meat.
Defiled by drugs and impurities.
A mind born with clarity,
Yet so blatantly abused.
No harm did you suffer;
Other than harm self inflicted.
Disregarding the hopeless gazes,
Of those who were born without.
No good, no good;
This I cannot abide...
I shall take this flesh from you,
And it shall be tended and made anew.
A gift to those who are deserving,
Of the very gifts you cast aside...
Now then, my dear,
Do stop your screaming.
It will only be painful,
Until your heart stops beating.
- Word of Chen, 1/6/2016
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flame
And eagles, turning, turn to fire
Ash cold, alone I lie
And think of you.
Things they don't tell you.Thngs they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
and when you sit down
to do your job, you will have to do it with all your heart
because if you can
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
soft eyesEveryone’s in love with chaos,
those wild, red and gold champagne dreams
death and drugs, over-the top Gatsbys and
Romeo and Juliets burning at the altar.
She exhales it all, long green nails,
All-black attire, she wears it too-tight,
red smudge to the side of her lips:
a mystery, a tragedy, a rush.
a life that slips, slides fast,
commanding: they all fall, awed, at her feet,
that goddess of thrilling beauty and dark decay,
magnetic misery becomes her.
But at the end of the day,
when the shiny glamor fades:
she’s left all alone, dull eyes soft,
no more than a forgotten girl with blue-tinged lips,
slipping ever lower in a cooling tub.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat