Why I can never be the NoblesseHaving recently caught up with Noblesse, I realised there are many reasons for why I could never be allowed a position of that much power:Why I can never be the Noblesse1 year ago in Humor More Like This
1. Frankenstein would be female and it would be a harem manga
2. Upon meeting all the female characters I'd be like:
"Hey there girl, what's your sign?". They stare at me like I'm outta my mind.
"Shin woo! Ah beer googles blind! I'm just tryin' ta unwind."
3. Since I have mind control and can modify memories I would seriously run through the streets butt-naked screaming 'AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH' just lose it .3.
4. Upon watching Code Geass: "All hail Lukedonia!"
5. Upon watching Gundam: "For the principality of Lukedonia!"
6. Upon watching My Little Pony: "Frankstein, I wish to acquire one of these...cutie marks!"
7. Upon reading Twilight: "Frankstein...what is this HORRID inelegant THING. We must purge it immediately..."
8. Upon watching Avatar: The Last Airbender: "Frankstein I am shaving my head and painting an arrow on it. I want it
Slipping Into OblivionShe slips into oblivion,Slipping Into Oblivion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not expecting to hear the
sweet song of a canary bird,
Nor to be given a gift
made of the finest silks,
But her oblivion is not like yours,
oh no, it is indeed a different scene.
It's not made of nooses
and constricting black cloth,
instead it's a valley of sunflowers
and prairie grasses, swaying alive
and golden in that late summer sun
while every tree, with their white and
pink blossoms, are perfect to climb
while the big oak, leader of them all,
made a swing with a rope and tire
It's residents, well, oblivion has none
except for the specials she invites
Sometimes it's the man with the mustache
or a lady of the moon,
or someone so secret, she just smiles
when you ask "Who?"
No, this oblivion isn't like yours,
infact, it's much better.
And she misses this oblivion,
but forgot the way back
to this sacred place
when one rainy day
she took a different path
Cross Your Mind (A Cappella Video)Cross Your Mind (A Cappella Video)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You're in my dreams..
Night, after night.
Coursing through them like an eel.
Imaginary waves, and cold liquid touch..
Are things I swear I can feel.
And Oh, why do you do this to me?
Visit me in alternate reality?
When here I am, wanting you for real.
I want your skin, your pulse, your heartbeat..
I want your touch, your kiss, your breath all over me.
But Oh, your sweat is poison to me.
It saturates, down to the bone.
[ But in those dreams, it's raw honey. ]
You're in my thoughts.
Day, after day.
Moving through them like a ghost.
Imaginary man, and make-believe romance..
Are things I wish I could forget.
And Oh, why did you do this to me?
Shatter me, and stomp on my heart?
When here I am, loving you still.
Oh, how could you have made me believe your biggest lie?
You know the one -
Where you said, "I love you too."
[ I love you too. ]
But now I wonder..
Did you ever?
Did I ever even cross your mind?
Within Drawers We HideWithin drawers we hide with eyes gleaming like sliver, combinations of flows with fleeces of spells, the children lie sleeping with ears open to slumber, shaded witches we are, always grasping bronzed bells.Within Drawers We Hide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into their meek bodies slither deep do our limbs, crawling within fleshy organs, thus, planting our faults, hear us not scratching further to pierce crimson rivers, dreamless sleepers they are; tendons leak as they waltz.
Through dark grottoes of nameless we grace upon acid, gently padding their bodies with a silicone-like press, it may appear to degrade them, although, not a muscle dare tremble; our work is complete within this dear guest.
Race out of their motionless we do with blue hearts, our symbols burnt neatly with a touch of sugar, to others we soar on wings built gently, into hiding we glide, never once do we shiver.
Self-ImageBefore himSelf-Image1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I used to avoid mirrors at every chance.
I hated my body.
I thought I was worthless,
The marks on my body making me so.
I look in the mirror and strike a pose.
Not because he got me to
But because he made me see things in myself I had not before.
I strike a pose and laugh
Not at how I look
But at how weird I act.
I see these marks and curves to my body
And instead of turning away
I embrace them.
Others before him
Tried to get me to see
And it worked...
For a little while.
People had said hurtful things before
But I, more than anyone else, hurt myself.
While I still have moments of self-doubt and insecurity
I have more moments of embracing myself
And being who I have always been.
I am no longer my own victim.
Chilled WisdomTo quiet fjords frozen and deep oceans rested, I journey by darkness to exist with the crested.Chilled Wisdom1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the years that were wasted have at last taken their tolls; my being longs for serenity, near the chilling, soft souls.
Upon the solid, whitish mountains lay my ancestor's lives, their bones of icy marrow, but never frozen their eyes.
With them I shall rest, nevermore gracing the skies; my existence is now over, for I am one of the wise.
Edward and ClareEdward and Clare7 years ago in General More Like This
It was a cold dreary day in late October. I saw him walking, his slow, careful steps. One would almost question his sexuality. Almost.
He was a tall man, but not too tall. He was astonishingly good-looking, but not perfect. He has a small thin scratch running from right above his ear to just above his mouth on his right cheek.
I notice he dropped his camera case; it rolls over and touches my foot. I bend down, and pick it up, boldly; I stride over to him and place it in his soft hands.
Inside, I am quaking with fear.
Thank you. He says politely.
Youre welcome. I respond, on a whim, I say Whats your name?
Edward he replied with a dark look in his eyes, I was taken aback.
Not to be discouraged, I responded,
Clare; Do you come here often?
I make a mental not to kick myself for that question.
I dont really talk to people at all. He said with a dazed look.
I decide to give up. Shrugging my shoulders an
Screaming at the BeastHow many have I had? Why would you ask such a question?Screaming at the Beast1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've had--only three! Yes, three I swear.
What? No--of course not, what are you suggesting.
Those: I can't quite see them clearly. Oh! Oh dear...
No, you, you must understand this was--just a bit of relaxation,
A little sip to help me sleep.
No--No, don't cry, I'm not going back to those days; I'm not!
I swear it was just--just a passing shower I...
It's just been hard...
It's been so difficult!
WHERE WAS I SUPPOSED TO TURN?
But it's not your fault, I know that.
I suppose I was simply looking for an excuse...
I was drowning you know, in the icy water.
Cold enough to freeze the lungs.
I stopped and simply drifte
The Absolute ChildrenInto the malnourished cauldron of bittersweet clarities, we smoothen the artificial, plastic pastes of injected, glass dexterities.The Absolute Children1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shined freshly on the bloodied hands who observe from further high, the puss is cleansed to bleach the package of the childrens' placid eye.
Such terror forced into their meekly bodies, such repair demanded with pride; "Their perfection is an absolute;" the toxins are bred from their hide.
Into foul structures, placed, into addictive medicines, bound, their mouths are sealed by a bleeding price tag; care to listen to their sound?
True EleganceTrue elegance is never of prosperity, to whom I address this small piece.True Elegance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of where we chant beneath is the reckoning, poisoned souls and strange happenings occur in this place.
Ten years past the night we gathered, two shades glided down to your trace.
A Heaven of Hellish beseechings, we strip from your soul that lying, blank face.
Two ages, two ages, of never-innocent pages, we sing to your causes but never without doubt.
Inside your lost book we tear out the pages, consider us evil, but we are never the crook.
Our Minor WaysTwice slit the grinning eyes, and bleeding far into vast shimmers, we exempt the soulful ones with the blink of a sad sinner.Our Minor Ways1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down the stairs of spelled phobias mixed finely with a glare, they are damned to the filled bowels; bashed fiercely with our care.
Locked tightly in their ravished cages, always reading lines from the eternally-plagued pages, we engrave them with their shivering tears; our duty is to excel our fears.
'Twas our doings to the clocks of shadow, 'tis us who beheaded the righteous ones, we are plotted by disgust's manners; never are we the "purified" nuns.
DictationUnceasing,Dictation6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Nonsensical PieceThe cage left in the west looks toward malnutrition in the north; it sees not the carriage fair holding flowers made from the rested. Ah, but the truth is spoken throughout its potential, is it not? The Missus of Maps spoke it so, and I must say her words remain adequate with the flying of kites and wheels; the eves which hold the curling of nails irritate her personality greatly. Although, she is fond of reddened nails, those formed by children of glass, infants held within structured pieces of coins with green edges; her tastes remain elegant, with hints of pressed livers and bloody, melted faces. Alas, in her home across the Dropping Sea lives a hermit without a glass eye, she is spoken through by his words, and it is he who must be I.A Nonsensical Piece1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.Recreate and Control1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.
To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.
Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let us paste them with our words of lead.
Gooty TarantulaI'm not afraid of you.Gooty Tarantula1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not a small
on long thin legs,
a freak scaring
with its grotesque.
Your coloring is beautiful,
the graceful shining
of the noble metal -
I'd caught you
to look at how you
devour little flies
and the rest
of little insects.
After the next one of
your ample meals
I'd take you on my hands.
Suddenly I'd start to regret
my impudence and stupidity -
as the injected venom
would give me a lesson of life.
Pleasantly SerpentineSeducing leers arrange-Pleasantly Serpentine6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sniveling delicacy-
Of administered terror.
if it counts this late in the game.thank god for all the varying incarnations that you've taken over the years that all taught me so many things and despite my best wishes thank god thank all the deities that I don't really believe in but in know you do that you taught me that even (no especially) the good things end or change and while it hurts more than anything physical it won't kill us.if it counts this late in the game.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the lack of safety net is fucking with me cause thank god for falling flat on your face and getting back up despite having people looking at you and poking you with sticks and thank God for swearing and how it's the best way to tell someone that they are worse than the gum stuck to the footpath of the shittiest part of town.
Thank god for the low sand how it shows you exactly who you need to kick or kiss when you finally drag yourself out. and thank God for karma and how it always comes around right when it's needed.
thank god for John green and the Internet and all the people who make so thankful for tech
give it up.- how to guarantee a panic attack in the next 24 hrs -give it up.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
admit out loud how you think you're doing okay, you haven't had a panic attack in at
least three days, and it feels really nice to be calm and in control for once.
- how to sob violently in the cab -
drive through that one street, because yes its shorter, and yes you can
just not look out the window. but come on, did you really think that would work?
- how to sob violently at home -
kid yourself into thinking that you can handle that song/albun/movie/book.
you cant; and you shouldnt. besides, didnt you already tell yourself to toss that out?
RestfulLeaves tread upon crypts.Restful5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Restful oceans; tender grass.
'Ich Will' Inspired PoemCalmly entering a clockwork building of proper wealth and prestige, our motives are to uprise serenity; to create chaos and initiate a siege.'Ich Will' Inspired Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A walking explosion joins our masked crusade, to carry out the desired needs, it waits calmly on an ebony desk; it times the movements with assuring ease.
The civilians topple over and hide, their faces grim with a glimpse of terror; a young woman exceeds her bravery forth, a button is pushed, but one is more clever.
He steals a breath from her frightened soul, and dances calmly with her lifeless body; the authorities arrive with a nod of silence; dropped to the floor she is left to die.
Control is maintained within the complex, all remain silent without their breaths, outside the masses await the evils; cameras roll and crowds shriek to catch glimpse of the 'pests.'
Interviews of simple words captured with bleeding flashes of rebellion and pride, we stand before you with our intentions completed; the fires reign tall as does he who died.