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Fools of Desperation

Mysterious man
Spontaneous woman
Endlessly drifting
Drifting in the night

Creatures of desire
A quick encounter
Wandering
Pleasantly together
Solid as brick
They share the same heart beat
...and now the same sick

Finally reaching a station
The fire quickly dies
Both have nothing in relation
Bittersweet
Parting ways
Fools of desperation
Told each other lies

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Neutral Flies

I've gone and lost myself again
From where I stand I need a brand new friend
I've got a message I've been meaning to send
But I've gone and lost my wits again

I never mean to show the pain in my eyes
I intend to feed it to the neutral flies
Afterwards I stare into the starry skies
I never mean to show the plan in my lies

When will it rain?
Will it clean the stains?
When will I see the moon?
Will it end the pain?

What happened to the optimism I used to have?
What happened to me?
What's making me sad?
If this was a game would it be this bad?

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Chaotic Breakfast

Boundless losses
Eternal victory
Sinful and wicked
Ensuing history

Someone you dreamt of knocks on your door..
Calling out your name
An angelic voice
A call that makes the birds soar
You drop your breakfast
Hoping to let your true love in
Running though the tight corridors of your small home
Finally able to respond..
But your lover was gone
Gone with the wind

That voice, infinitely lingering
This isn't life..
Is this death?
I believe it is...may you rest.

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Hi Ghastley

Hello and Hugs long time no see How have you been where have you been

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If I could only

If I could only find a way to swap this reality for the reality of the game I would do it in a heart beat. I know that sounds rather Tronish but killing Krugs and other things sounds like a vacation compared to my life in this reality. I shall not become more morose than that.

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Empty

Imprisoned

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always alone, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my naked skin.

Emptiness on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this uncaring Life.

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death?

Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It severs me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I cry out, Why?!
while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my blood falls upon blind eyes.

This is my Hell

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