I Challenge You to find Sense HereCombine the strength of two GodsI Challenge You to find Sense Here2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you gain? A story.
This story becomes a tale of strangeness,
One of cliché twists and incredibly bad puns.
But you don't need amazing humour
When you're a God.
Feminine? Oh, no, these tears that fall
Will create a river of our power. A river
That will stay for centuries after we leave,
And it shall be ours.
The lake of manly tears we shall claim
In our names of supposed glory.
We bring the fire, we bring the blasts,
We bring the judgement to your work.
Art, literature, take your pick.
Gods? Amnesia? Magic, creatures?
Perhaps a zombie or two added in
Just for good measure.
Our world isn't one of sanity,
It is one that you could envy.
It is ours, and we approve.
Most excellent, you see.
Creativity, totems, maybe one
Or two mentions of being sent to the Void.
Omnipotent, present, transcendant.
All are irrelevant, we are us,
We are a power of our own kind.
A power of egotistical manaics,
But not so. Contradiction is the
I Thank You, KhazarYour rescue, a whirlpool of colour,I Thank You, Khazar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leading from the storm to the calm.
Your light, such a bright light.
How do I describe it?
Golden, proud, glistening in the light of good?
Perhaps yellow, a hidden emotion behind your symbol.
Frightened, I back away, yet you emit a warmth
As bright as the aura you give off.
You are a friend.
Introductions, explinations, tours,
All are given without the need to ask,
And yet you give more aid, yet without force.
Ask for help, I will grant it to you,
You show me a kindness I do not deserve.
You send more aid continuously. I am thankful.
Friend, ally, brother,
There is no need to help me further.
You have given up a lot for me already.
Ask anything you want of me,
I will defend you,
I wonder of your guilt;
Are you hurt? Do you feel pain?
Let me return your friendliness.
Your existance heals the emptiness I felt,
Your calmness heals my impatience.
Such a sympathetic wave of energy.
Exist as long as I do, brother,
A selfish wish, I will a
AnEx: Midori Oshoku: Chapter 1Bright rays of sunlight shone in through the windows of a particular classroom of the True Cross Academy, where a particular spawn of Satan sat, half-asleep, trying to pay at least a little attention to what his brother was telling him. Beside him, a short blonde girl was smiling almost as brightly as the sun outside, evidentally paying about tenfold the amount of attention as he was. He sighed, turning his head to glance back at a group of three boys sat together. One of them, a broad-shouldered male with brunette hair and a blonde streak through the middle, was taking notes of everything being said. His pink-haired companion was looking helplessly from the front of the classroom to the practically bald boy beside him, who was muttering lowly, no doubt explinations, and gestured towards various pieces of paper. The son of Satan rubbed his eyes, checked to make sure his brother was concentrating on giving his lecture, before turning his head again to glance behind him in the other direAnEx: Midori Oshoku: Chapter 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Night TerrorsLying in a peaceful silence, I think about things.Night Terrors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing in particular - just things.
College, homework, illness...
All trivial, yet important in their own right.
Being morbid, I think to horror stories.
Creepypastas -- deadplants.exe, and Terraria.
I laugh at their ridiculousness
But then one in particular comes to mind.
The story of the two siblings
The sister shared my name
The sister had door trouble -- out of habit, I look over
At my own door. I see the faint shadow of the Brute
And my school tie. The door itself is slight ajar.
I sit up, determined to ''defeat'' the door.
Yet something stops me --
Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?
Turning my head sharply, I hold back a gasp
As my poster falls from the wall
Immediately, my hand lashes out at the light switch
Four bulbs illuminating the area. Upon the floor,
The paper lays; white tiger with ice blue eyes
I pick ip up, but wait: the poster sits in a frame
And yet the frame sits innocently upon the wall
Lion King/ ScarA glance to my brotherLion King/ Scar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's high, he's mighty!
My father ignores me,
Brother takes glory.
The females shun me
Leave them, abandon
All I want is some notice!
He's gone now, my father.
You left us: deserter!
Brother is adored,
And I am despised.
I've worked so hard,
Despair; it fills me.
Father's heir is him.
Why does he take it all?!
They see me a monster.
I want love, crave it.
No one grants me a wish,
Why do they hate me?
Now I'm alone.
Abandoned, a hermit.
They've left me to die.
What did I do to deserve this?
If I died, would they care?
They'd mock me, I know.
More laughter, more laughter.
A tear streams down my face.
Brother, where are you?
Your sympathy, I need it.
He lies, I know it!
My brother, leave!
You don't care, don't care!
Not at all...
I am an outsider.
You hate me, I hate me
My Suicide ::I Hate You::My suicide,My Suicide ::I Hate You::3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My note to you,
My simple wishes,
To see me through.
You wouldn't listen,
Hear my song,
Sit there, be useless,
Now I'm gone.
Depress me so,
Make me go,
From this life,
From your mind,
From this world,
Feel this dagger,
In my palm.
Hand so clean,
Breath so calm.
I'll strike clear,
Make not a sound,
To this world,
I am not bound.
It is your fault,
You caused me pain,
Your words, they hurt,
Sympathize in vain.
Feel it true,
Now I can say it;
I hate you.