Snow Warfare DreamsSnow Warfare Dreams.
Tiny white unique soldiers floating down from Heaven's gates.
Each and every with it's own path, tempting the fates.
Bundled up and warm, I gaze upward.
Watching and contemplating my next move against the on coming horde.
Daydreaming of hot chocolate, and a little vibrating ball of fur sitting contently on my lap.
His golden eyes shut, deep in a nap.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, the white warriors have fallen to my size eight and a half vehicles of mass destruction.
Soon I will be home to make my daydream a true life vision.
To my imagination.To my Imagination:To my imagination.6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The book of life may be old and covered with age, but please push forward to the next page.
This adventure isn't done yet... even though the last princess has been rescued.
Dragons, monsters, specters and shadows all welcome you, instead of calling you foe.
And though your journey be long, continue on to where the hills are high and green.
You will soon be forgotten... but you will rest easily.
Recipe for Modern News.Recipe Ingredients:Recipe for Modern News.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
4 Parts Depression.
2 Parts Heartbreak.
2 Parts Dashingly Good Looking People.
1 Heaping Pile of Politics.
1 Major City, with at least 5 Years Experience and a Network Capable Of At Least 360° Of Coverage.
Untold amounts of Bias.
Untold amounts of Lies.
Take 4 Parts Depression, 2 Parts Heartbreak, mix generously with a heaping pile of Politics. Stir Generously.
After the first ingredients have settled, mix in 2 Parts Dashingly Good Looking People, leave emotional and chunky, it gives better flavor.
Stick in any major city for 5 years at 360° of coverage.
After done covering for five years, layer indiscriminately with a copious amount Bias and Lies.
Continue to serve as your vox populi see fit.
I want out..I want out..I want out..7 years ago in Other More Like This
I want out...
You were young, not even twenty, I was business minded and on the way.
You were beautiful, I was smart and full of hope.
Church burned down, smoke and rubble, before things were off the ground.
I want out..
I want out...
Lightning from the skies, tears on the cheeks.
Thunder rumbling by.
Baby cries in the air.
It's just too much.
The rubix cube remains unsolved, the trust just isn't there.
The rings tarnished and the table is bare.
The faith is no longer bookmarked, and the pastor hides.
Messages from a God who no longer exists fill our minds.
I'm confused, you're confused, and this whole thing is over.
I want out..
Tell me, though I won't hear.A cold hard stare,Tell me, though I won't hear.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that's all I have left.
I can't look at you,
I can't speak to you,
I can't tell you...
Or a pair of clipped wings?
A dirty black ribbon,
from the veins.
(Think of this how you will.)
Colour fades away,
bleeds into night.
I'll leave you a message,
before I leave.
My hope will remain just for you,
I think you know why,
I think you know who I am,
I think, not.
So I'll leave you a message;
Tell me you're safe,
even if you don't hear me.
Tell me you love me,
even if I don't beleive it.
Tell me I'm going to be ok,
even though I'm not.
Tell me you'll be there,
to break my fall,
even though you're nowhere near me,
even though I'm nowhere at all.
Tell me I'll get better,
even when I won't.
even though I won't hear...
So I hope that when you get this message
you might know how much I...