Christians close-minded? Rly?"Wait. What did you just say?"Christians close-minded? Rly?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I agree with you?"
"No, before that."
"...I'm a Christian?"
"I don't like Christfags."
"You heard me."
"So you're hating on me because I'm a Christian?"
"You people are close-minded hypocrites. So, yes."
"How am I a close-minded hypocrite?"
"You bash gay people. And bash anyone who doesn't believe in your Sky Fairy."
"When have I ever bashed gay people? Or anyone who has a different belief than me?"
"You're a Christian. So you have. End of story."
"...and you call me close-minded."
An Admonition to the Reluctant ClopperBy drawing out his fleshy tool,An Admonition to the Reluctant Clopper3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He half-invites to be taken for a fool,
When reluctance fails to help him repent,
Nor escape from his practice of personal torment.
By crying loud for help to avoid this lewdness, 
He opts for the route of faithful shrewdness;
To give up clopping, he says with sincerity,
Would help return to a previous prosperity.
His life oft-regarded for such a precious thing,
Now amorously enslaved by the hopeless sting 
At the tip of his member when he surfs for smut,
And suffocates himself for sexual glut.
Resolutions on the cusp of every New Year
Fail to draw him from his state of despair:
(For there is nothing more attractive, 
Amorous or appealing,
Than tainting the innocent pony
With copious droves of semen).
Mature urges are appreciated only
When they distance themselves from the cartoon pony, 
And when animation substitutes natural desire,
A clopper is in a situation irrepressibly dire.
Once a week is considered enough,
But soon this becomes a s
The Great Fandom DebateI was on the internet in Springtime in a very secluded corner when I heard an obsessive and an abstainer holding a great debate. Their argument was fierce, passionate, and vehement, sometimes sotto voce, sometimes loud; and each of them swelled with rage against the other and let out all their anger, and said the very worst they could think of about the other's character, and especially they argued strongly against each other's passion.The Great Fandom Debate3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The abstainer began the argument in the corner of a forum and perched on a high pedestal---there was plenty of distance around it--- behind an impenetrable thick wall. He was all the happier because of the wall, and spoke in many different ways; his opinion appeared to change by the hour and sounded as if it was derived from the hearsay of the digital Senate rather than from a living throat. Nearby there stood a prosperous well where the obsessive sang his chorus and which was all overflowing with water; upon this well was where the obsessive liv
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
Grievous: ReflectionLiving, breathing, organic life.Grievous: Reflection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warriors, blood, death sacrifice.
Pain, wounds, tears, and scars.
Love, strength, courage, will.
Swords, guns, fists, and speed.
Practice, battles, victories, triumph.
Close, protect, heal, sense.
Beach, death, shock.
Sadness, denial, depression, heartbroken.
work exchange, aid.
Loyalty, permanent, bomb
Mission, shuttle, martyr.
Taken, separatist, kept alive.
No arms, no legs, no mouth.
Life support, table, robotics.
Lifeless, careless, blunt.
Blood, slaughter, guts.
Body parts, replacements.
Transferred, tampered, tortured.
Wires, drills, parts.
Cold, lifeless, metal.
Winter"Winter is coming!" whisper the trees.Winter10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Winter is coming, coming, coming!" echo the mountains.
All of a sudden the snow is falling,
across the sky with the dull grey clouds.
"Winter is near!" warns an almost frozen brook.
Snow is settling on the village, giving it a cozy air.
Down fall the snowflakes in every different size and shape.
A child's laugh echoes in the mountains.
"Winter has come at last" whisper nature
"Winter is here!"
Ranbu EscalationRanbu Escalation6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We have obtained the ultimate power
Now, what kind of world will be reflected in our eyes?
Every war leaves behind a seed of conflict
In time, it matures into the fruit of sadness
If you want to run away then just leave this battle
It’s no easy task to make your ideals come true
Everyone chases after the future that they want!
We have obtained the ultimate power
Now, what kind of world will be reflected in our eyes?
To break the stalemate… To rule over all…
…there will be the ultimate escalation
You don’t even notice that you’re being targeted as you hesitate
I will crush you while you’re still a green fruit
I get anxious every time I exceed my limits
Where am I going? What am I going to lose?
There’s no turning back, there’s no stopping, until I win in the end
When the greatest power in the world is unlocked
Where will our fates lead us?
We’re burning with ambition. Our wish will not change
HT2011 - Psychosis: IatEWhat is real? Unreal?HT2011 - Psychosis: IatE4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The program - the world - is fine.
I am the error.
I am just a bug,
A glitch in this great system,
That can be repaired.
But, oh, the despair
Of the dark interim time -
The panic attacks.
Logic - my ally,
My light to fend off the dark
But is it enough?
Strikes back in full force.
My mind's battlefield
Of pop culture and sci-fi
Has turned against me.
This dark, traitorous
Be left to take hold.
Logic will fight back,
And I will have victory.
I won't give in now.
This world is all real.
It's just a matter of time
Before I am healed.
I am the error,
The glitch in the great system,
And I can be fixed.
Ode to KeldeoOde to Keldeo2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sweet little pony: cream, chestnut and blue
Yearns to be strong and brave and true.
Learns from his teachers, their patience and trust,
Lessons in life that you cannot rush.
Ambitious young kelpie, with eyes of grey
Recklessly sure then, he ran away.
Brave little warrior, certain and steady
But he faced a dragon before he was ready.
Our hero was strong, the dragon was stronger
They fought till the pony could take it no longer.
Battered and broken, quaking in fear,
“Cream-coloured kelpie, away from here!”
So moon and candle, give me your light
Fire in the hearth, burn clear, burn bright.
Children, gather in the fire's warm glow
And I'll tell you the story of Keldeo.
Weak and stumbling, attempting to flee,
Saved by a travelling group of three
They saw he was hurt, they bandaged his wounds
But he knew the dragon would find him soon
For he hadn't finished what he had begun,
And his foe would not rest till the battle was won.
The pony was frightened: trembling, he said,
SavedYour tangled up soulSaved2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
has taken a toll,
Hiding dark and deep
the secrets you keep
The tears you have shed
from thoughts in your head,
Dear they were all fiction:
a made up addiction
I want you to know
I see through the show,
I know that your eyes
tell genuine lies
I watch as you feign
as you’re still in pain,
And my soul will be too
until I have saved you
Broken RealityI don't believe in what I've seenBroken Reality1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll take my leave into my dreams
A lie a day keeps me okay
Sleep away if troubles stay
My memory is painted glass
And part of me has turned to ash
Break my trust, it isn't hard
Sweep the dust up from my heart
Wrap a chain around my neck
There is no time to feel regret
I feel weak, the water's deep
If I drown, then can I sleep?
The trees are looking down at me
They found something I couldn't see
I wonder what but I can't think
Your thunder cracked me to the brink
Now look at me, I'm broken
And it's bringing me to lie
My enemy, my token
Don't ever ask me why
I can't believe what's real
This wound has made me home
This is why I steal
From dreams to make my own
Deadly and steadily
The river flows ever on
You read a book quietly
'Flowers For Algernon'
In stifled silence, you recite
You lip blooms red with every bite
Our winter fruit will surely grow
Put on your suit, give them a show
Now the muse has all gone dry
I never meant for this to die
Now the river
Skyrim SonnetIn the vast landSkyrim Sonnet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Known as Skyrim, I am well known.
I stopped the Silver-Hand.
I got the Jagged Crown.
I ended the War.
We put Jarl Ulfric on the Throne.
There's still the Thalmor.
Following that old crone.
I assassinated an Emporer.
He wasn't an easy job.
I later helped a farmer,
I fed his cow some glob.
I am the Arch-Mage, with much fame.
But all of Nirn, even Skyrim, is just a game.
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
Who are you?Why should I believe that I don't see?Who are you?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care if you don't agree with me?
Why should I accept things I don't like?
Why should I love everything you do?
Why can't I believe in what I don't see?
Why can't I care for what you say?
Why can't I accept things that we can't agree?
Why can;t I love the things that goes between us?
I chose to believe what I don't see.
Not because I'm an idiot,
Because I want to put faith into something,
other then myself.
Why should I care what you have to say if you don't care for me?
But I chose to care even if I don't want to.
Why can't you accept that not everyone is like you!
Who cares if people don't like a certain thing?
Who cares if one is fat or one is thin?
Who cares if one is a homophobic or one that supports?
Who cares if one is happy or sad?
Who gives? Who cares? Who are you in my life?
Who cares! We're all are human,
and we see different perspectives.
Sooner or later your going to find
someone you hate,
and I w
Only a Chilling Elegy lyricsIn time, the birds will cease their chirpingOnly a Chilling Elegy lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In time, the winds will overflow with deceit
In time, the flowers will hide their buds
In time, the moon will forget its cycle
In time, the sky will be captured by the night
In time, the sea will freeze over
He's coming. Hell will be exposed.
He's coming to attack. Even dreams will freeze.
The voices of you insects gradually wears on my nerves
I'll teach you your place, you lower life-forms
Time for the perfect emperor to get his wish
The poem of love is only a chilling elegy
Even today, the bugs crawl over the ground
Flattering me as they seek their prey
Fine words are nothing but empty consolation
Everything shall bow down before me
Futile courage is only a chilling elegy
The day I'll seize eternal life will be a great day for these worms
He's coming. Hell will be exposed. He's coming to attack. Even dreams will freeze.
He is coming, freezing me-!
In time, the birds will cease their chirping. In time, the winds will overflow with deceit
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
ReflectionWe stare searching for protectionReflection2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Craving endearing affection
Searching in an object, that gives us no response
And yet we stand there waiting
And hopelessly creating
An image of our self, that lacks a fundamental truth
And we’ll continue staring
Our expression shows we’re caring
And hoping, wishing, waiting for something we shall not see
Yes we’re seeking transformation
In an unchanging location
But in the end, the reflection shall not change
HT2011 - Psychosis: SnRFor a score of yearsHT2011 - Psychosis: SnR4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Have I walked upon this Earth,
Now I am betrayed
By my most valued asset:
Turning against me,
Latching itself to dark thoughts,
Torturing my mind
With thoughts so unreal,
And yet almost convincing.
My suffering mind
Seeks the true reality,
Unsure of itself,
But I know what is,
And also know what is not.
Logic is my guide;
To it I shall cling,
Knowing that this world is real
In spite of myself.
One day dawn will come,
And I shall see truthful light,
And I shall be healed.
Open WoundsOpen Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone