Fading Shades of GreyDearest reader, please think twice before you try to speakFading Shades of Grey in Free Verse More Like This
Words can be like knives that cause the victim to grow weak
Thoughts can be as bullets shooting freely through the sky
Injuring the innocent with every spoken lie
Please forget my laughter, please forget my broken heart
Please do not remember how you tore my life apart
Leave me as a memory that slowly fades to grey
Spend your days as usual, and I shall fade away
Listen to my cry for help, although it is too late
I've become the monster that you struggled to create
Trying to be perfect was a wonderful mistake…
Now I mustn't worry about which chance I will take.
Please erase all memory of who I tried to be
Please do not remember how I tried to be set free
Please do not be saddened under any circumstance …
What's makes now so different from when you still had a chance?
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
EscapeEmpty twisted promises within a world so deadEscape in Free Verse More Like This
Memories of heartache cradle thoughts inside my head
Wounds continue bleeding on forgotten storybooks
Listen to your nightmares and the happiness they took
Can't you see the shadows with the knives inside their hands?
Watching you as they invade your secret wonderland
Silence won't protect you from the thoughts inside your mind
Nobody can save you from the torture on rewind
I can't see the people, but they're always seeing me
Anywhere and everywhere… they never let me be
Sometimes they stand quietly behind my bedroom door
Sometimes it's the microphones they hide under the floor
Sometimes it's the cameras in the ceilings or the wall
This time it's the photo frames… they'll kill me if they fall.
Everybody tells me that it's all inside my head
All I'll ever know is that I'm better if I'm dead
Maybe it's imagination gone completely wrong
If it's just my own creations, why are they so strong?
Maybe I can fight the tears and other things I dread
Dark DisguiseFeel the broken heartbeats ripping through your troubled soulDark Disguise in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing through your very skin to take complete control
Hear the words among your tongue through voices not your own
Slicing through the air and fighting for the golden throne
Sorrowful, you disappear into the shadows thick
Blanketing yourself with thoughts so cruel, so cold, so sick
Knowing that if only you had someone to be near
Every aching memory would likely disappear
Shattered bits of moonlight shine upon the broken earth
Proving once again how much an echo may be worth
Let the damaged hearts unite and save them from the lies
Let them see that love is not always a dark disguise…
Skies of GreyShadows burn beneath my soulSkies of Grey in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Into a life you'll never know
This is what i'm forced to be
Through the world's eternity
Demon on the wall
I hear your angry call
So sink into my thought
And let me breathe again
Let me win the war and
Fight the silver swords and
I'll release the demon
I have kept within
Tell my every villain
I have found a way
I can see solutions
Skies of grey...
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorCanvas Is The Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The paint drips down with my reflection
The canvas is my mirror
But only because
The canvas is me.
The canvas is your mirror
As the brush tickles its surface
The canvas is our mirror
The canvas is a mirror
The depth of the artwork stares back into my
After all, I do not paint a canvas
Because the canvas
Losing a FriendDreams, no.Losing a Friend in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go
"It had to happen."
No, it didn't.
Turn off the light.
Stop breathing, it's not worth it.
Play a sad song in your head
"Are you okay?"
I miss you.
I miss your voice
How could you be?
"It's not your fault."
Slowly, let it poison you
Let it sink into your mind
"You'll get better."
No I won't.
"It was meant to happen."
No it wasn't.
No.. he's not.
... "I know."
Liquid ChainsLiquid chains hold onto me like darkness of the nightLiquid Chains in Free Verse More Like This
Armor, swords, and helmets from the times of death and fright
Paper used to save me in the darkest of all times
Letting out my anger in a silly mess of rhymes
Damaged by the memories of all I've never done
Ruined by the echoes, for the torture has begun.
Capture me with lies and tear me down with words of gold
Platinum and silver hold the stories left untold
Armor made of paper, as the moonlight fades to black
Liquid chains hold onto me, and I cannot fight back…
MonsterWaters of the ocean beating up against the shoreMonster in Free Verse More Like This
Birds as free as dreams leaving me lifeless on the floor
Shattered, broken glass among the shadows of the ground
Voices spinning, spiraling without a single sound
Shining liquid sunsets falling slowly to the earth
Skies made out of platinum and lies of lost self-worth
Troubles drowning hearts and worries drenching hopeless minds
Piercing cries reminding us of all we've left behind
Tears made out of mirrors, windows from abandoned dreams
Sunlight made of darkness, laughter made from unheard screams
Homes built from the hatred that was once inside their souls
Forests made of suicide, from when they lost control
Midnight is the silence that we longed to hear once more
Though I fight the battles, I refuse to fight the war
Unkept silver clocks hang noiselessly upon the wall
Hear the silent footsteps of the lovely broken doll
Whispers of the roses grasp the things we'll never know
Fear the twisted, darkened memories of long ago
Words made out
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
ConstructDelving into the originsConstruct in Free Verse More Like This
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand
Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts
In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief
It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray
The World Wide WebAll this information at our fingertipsThe World Wide Web in Free Verse More Like This
Yet we choose to look at cats?
Freedom to voice our every thought
A privilege left unchecked
A steaming pit of tricks and trolls
Accessories now abused
Drowning in the vanity
And self obsessed depravity
Our lives uploaded; digitalised
Essence poured upon the screen
Entitled to an opinion
Set up for a response
Like throwing a lump of meat
To a pack of wild dogs
“Ten years ago, these people would not be allowed crayons,
Let alone use of the internet”
Night TerrorsMy eyes snap open. I can’t make out the ceiling above me, but I know it’s there. I look down; no duvet, I’m fully clothed. It’s the dream again. The number of times I’ve recalled the same nightmare is incalculable, every time it’s slightly longer than the last recount, almost as if it’s building up to something horrific. There’s nothing I can do except let the dream play out until I lurch screaming back into reality.Night Terrors in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As per usual, I check the clock on the bedside table to my right. It reads 3am exactly. With unusual movements I pull myself up from the bed and stand in the middle of the room, still enveloped in darkness. The door as always is slightly ajar, allowing the glow from the kitchen clock (My room is on the ground floor) to invade the darkness of my room.
Without registering the movement of my feet, I find myself pulling the door open fully and stepping out into the kitchen. Everything is unnaturally cold, like an invisible frost
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
PsychosisCan’t seem to get away from itPsychosis in Free Verse More Like This
Only lies to guide the path ahead
Psychosis running rings
Within a translucent failing mind
The blood still running thick and red
Before your eyes, you chase the prize
Arms outstretched into the night
The surface layer burns so bright
You built your own deception
To illuminate your mind
The only success resides in isolation
You never learnt
A mindless abomination
Still deluded, still cracking at the seems
Couldn’t work out what this all means?
This is the element of failure
Built on your own perception
Of a world of your resolve
World Long GoneWake upWorld Long Gone in Free Verse More Like This
The party’s over
Just when you thought the world
Couldn't fuck you over
What’s in your head
Is more than reality
Could ever dream to be
A cosy retreat
From all the lies and deceit
Of those you surround yourself with
You were too busy
With pointless dreaming
To realise that the world has left you behind
They all moved on
The Dead and the DreamingA psychotic misinterpretation of realityThe Dead and the Dreaming in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Succumbing to translucent nightmares
A silent toast to the death of dreaming
That's what they always said
But we know better than this
These voices call my reason
They tell me I can't see their reality
But I can feel it's existence
There is no darkness in these blinding hallucinations
I have not a sadistic heart
Yet this stimulation they force-feed me
Can never be enough to sate the hunger inside
Swept aside as another case
Doctor said I'm like the rest
These demons in my head,
The hatred in my eyes
I must exercise this violence
Portrayed through imaginings in my mind
Before control is relinquished
And turned to black before me
Lies the eclipsing grasp of my
Hold on this dimension
Perception askew, a soul ajar
I interpret the meanings
And design my own derivations
These friends of mine in corporeal form
Plot with me the impending demise
Of those who threaten to
'Make me better'
I pray that death will grant me
Master of the abstract
And there is
EnigmaThe careless whispersEnigma in Free Verse More Like This
Shatter the night befouled
Screaming at the veil of silence
That coats the sickened mind
No-one can hear your tortured cries
As you beg the dark for help
Answers to be provided
Ascendance to be foretold
The voices in your head
Speak in mute voices
You are left alone
To divide and conquer
Your enigmatic strain
Queen of DelusionsThe outside doesn’t countQueen of Delusions in Free Verse More Like This
When the inside is burning hate
Jealousy devising vicious schemes
To drag everyone else down
Confined to your own deceit
Controlled by your own delusion
That you are the queen
But you’re strung upon the gallows
As you should
Surrounded by the darkness you emit
Taunted by the face in the nightmares
It only drags you deeper
Towards your own demise
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
The Mind of a WriterWhat you read is what you get.The Mind of a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
Many readers cannot exceed past that.
But if you bring a magnifying glass to a writer’s brain,
You may just see what we truly see.
Within the mind of a writer,
There are not just words.
It is similar to a film,
But to us it is all too real.
Within our minds,
We have a simple sanctuary.
Either it be tiny or large,
Or just a great big desert.
Noises may be here and there,
And noises, I do not mean distractions.
These noises involve the voices of who are real,
And I mean our characters, ourselves.
What you see is just the surface.
Here take this shovel
And dig six feet deep
And penetrate the ground further
And fall into our abyss.
Words are along our walls.
Voices are a frequent sound.
Images of war of love or/and hate
Flicker about like a skipping disc.
Every shade of color is welcomed here.
From maroon to auburn,
From forest green to lime,
And from charcoal to onyx.
Everything is here.
All I can say,
When you eventually crash to the bottom
Vice VersaLife isn’t what everyone expected it to beVice Versa in Free Verse More Like This
It’s in a disguise to trick the blind
It’ll gobble you up or kick you down
It’s truly Death hiding behind the mask
Death is the opposite of everyone’s expectations
It’s hiding behind the mask that everyone gladly greets
It’ll embrace anyone in warm arms and tell anyone they’re worth it
It’s truly Life in a disguise
Life and Death or vice versa
Facts, or the truth, are what we don’t want to hear
They’re deafening enough as they’re spoken
They want people to suffer in their power
It’s what makes Lies so lovely
Lies are what we wish will connect to our senses
They’re so lovely to us and want us to believe in their profoundness
They keep people sane and away from the Truth
It’s what distracts us from the Truth
Lies and the Truth or vice versa
Love is truly a painful fairytale
It’s an accident waiting to happen
Behind its back it ho
A Place Where No One DiesThere was always a story, where a grave had never been dug, someone never became an elder, or an illness had never made someone sick. It was a story about a place, where no one ever died. However, the story was never spoken to us directly. We all visualized it when darkness came around.A Place Where No One Dies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death will never be an option.
An illness will never be castigation.
The pain and sorrow that millions have suffered
Can all be at rest and will never be clustered.
Shut those eyes, little darling,
Life awaits you, where darkness is even welcomed.
Years have passed and that loved one is gone.
Memories aren’t as clear as the crystal dawn.
But once those eyes are shut and the colors are painted,
This place will never leave you tainted.
Hush now, little darling,
There will never be another happier place to dwell in.
There they are; the loved ones that were gone.
They are so beautifully drawn
In a world where they have been waiting for years
And haven’t, yet, shed their gleeful tears.
Screaming SilenceThese raging voices are within my head.Screaming Silence in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming about gushing wounds
And wars upon a meadow.
Hollering about blood upon graves
And a silver blade jabbed into a man’s jugular vein.
They’re so uncontrollable…
Highly impossible to tame…
My hand jolts across paper as I write their words.
My fingers punch keys as I write their words.
But the voices are so profound!
Literally deafening and making me drunk against reality.
They blind me from what life presents.
And relinquish their own images, as if I wear 3D glasses.
These voices retract a never ending film,
Although the ending is long gone,
But this tugging within my chest says otherwise.
Look at what these voices do to me!
They hypnotize me!
They lure me in with an irresistible bait
And switch it around like it was their first offer.
And I love them so much!
But…you will never see this side of me,
For it’s only within my head,
A Blinded WorldDo they not see how much we have in common?A Blinded World in Free Verse More Like This
You and I have fallen greater than six feet
We are crushed by the weight of the graves we’ve encountered
And the loneliness that overwhelms us
This world is blind
Blinder than world engulfed by darkness
But yet I see you and how much you do not acknowledge this
You have witnessed bloodshed on your hands
And the corpse thrown at your feet
Those words you said were the very daggers that killed him
And now you say there is no other living person who can understand this
You are blinded by ignorance
Blinder than I am when I thought love approached me
And yet you see me without loving parents embracing me
I may not have had blood splattered upon my body
From the words that were never meant to be a poison
But a corpse was laid before me with ivory sheets beneath her
I was thrown under the bus by life itself and ran over
I am blinded by false hope
As blind as the world
But yet I still see what we have in common
Flooded by s
DetachThe ends of my palms are pressed to my temples. I have this overwhelming nauseated feeling engulfing me. I sit upon my calves, my forehead to the ground, and my mouth agape as I scream out my torment. My nails are digging into my scalp and blood drawn from the widening wounds. Tears are stuck at the edges of my eyes as my perspiration soaks my clothing. The tips of my toes are chafed as I grind them along the splintery hardwood floor. I prop my elbows onto the floor and try to hold my head, but it feels too heavy with grief. And I shrink further down.Detach in Short Stories More Like This
Months of agony. Months of torture. There is no cure for this suffocating atmosphere. Death surrounds me. I can’t find a place of solitude. A white walled room with a black marbled floor that has no exits or barred windows. There is no clarity within myself, no sophrosyne. All I wish to do is detach myself from every existent emotion. And then maybe I can come to an understanding with these emotions.
The Unspoken StoryA book lies upon a desk, dust caked to it, a single hand print not upon it. Its spine is stiff and sturdy from not a single person reading it. And its pages are clean from the oils from fingers. Each day, practically every hour, a new paragraph is miraculously written along its pages, either creating a new chapter or an entirely new section. So far, the pages are uncountable, for there are already over a thousand and so, beginning from the birth of its author and continuing on until their death.The Unspoken Story in Short Stories More Like This
The author is in her late teen years and yet her story has not been told. And she has not yet seen what her life has truly been like, for she has drunken herself in reality. She may subconsciously know what she has become through her terrorizing dreams, bellowing her deadliest moments. But once she awakens and stirs upright drenched in sweat, she shrugs off the facts and lays back down.
Still, the book lies upon her desk concealed by many others with titles imprinted along their spines. If eyes
Playing with Trauma Sounds Dangerous (PTSD)Playing with thoughts can be dangerous,Playing with Trauma Sounds Dangerous (PTSD) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Especially when trauma has occurred,
Rusting in the tears of rain during anxiety,
Always to be frozen over the feeling of being anxious,
Placing down the rhythm for a certain word,
Questioning if a sentence can be misled by society.
Unable to provide the correct information
When the beatings rumble within your head,
When the gunshots shatters your thoughts.
Painfully experiencing the repetitive damnation
Of constant fear impossible to be said,
And in the end having to be distraught.
It's as if no one cares to listen.
It's as if no one can hear screaming.
Conceal it, feel it, and drown within it.
In the end, successfully in prison,
Caged away in our own world of pleaing
From something we're afraid to admit.
Can't help from hearing
How catastrophic this disease is,
Killing thousands by the minute
Missing what is the most endearing,
Slaying and not loving her or his
And being brought down by the limit
Of the pity that isn't needed.
Just us love for
Check The MeaningIn barely legible handwritingCheck The Meaning in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scribbled on to the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
In haste I didn't check the meaning
It makes sense now that O.D. stands for Once Daily
But I took it to mean Over Dose
Oh how my rational mind once again fails me
Soon after I see the weathered words
Inscripted deeply on to the granite gravestone
Here lies Grayson Oliver Dowd
With an epiphanic epitaph ‘he died alone’
Waking from my sleep I check the meaning
I realise R.I.P. stands for Rest In Peace
And not Recovery Is Possible
So my dose of dopamine I shall decrease
In barely legible handwriting
Scribbled onto the medicine bottle label
Is my name Grayson Oliver Dowd
And two letters printed in ink of bold sable
My shaking hand struggles with the child lock
Let me flush these pills away and out of sight
Oh Dear reads the letters on the label
It appears that you
A Dark Artist's HeartNow take me down to my dark and sombre placeA Dark Artist's Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I can write woeful words such as this
But don’t leave me there to give life to my thoughts
As I’m cursed with such soft and slender wrists
And hands that are capable of mastering
The medicine bottles infant safe lock
No more than three a day the prescription says
I peel off the label and down the lot
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where skies are as black as a raven’s wing
And with no potential to spread them out wide
With my meek, melancholic offerings
Just a pin prick of light in the sable sky
Like the raven’s eye within its feathers
And as it blinks moments before taking flight
I am cast into darkness forever
Now take me down to my dark and sombre place
Where each word I write feels like burning wax
Slowly dripping over my eyes, nose and lips
Till it sets into a full facial cast
Leading to paralysis of countenance
Or at least indeed the absence of one
The candelabra embellishes my plight
But this w
You Don't Know Your Daughter At AllJust because she is no longer in a cradleYou Don't Know Your Daughter At All in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grows, the leaves of her childhood are falling
And as of yet have not been replaced
Dismal days are making her deciduate
No wonder she’s feeling insecure
Her branches of self belief have become so bare
With her leaves left scattered on the floor
She patiently waits to once again see the light
Not knowing that this darkness will lift
It is your job to
Can't Find JoyI stole the smiles from both of my parent’s facesCan't Find Joy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The very same one I was responsible for
On the day I was delivered into their arms
In a cloth, from the beak of a black feathered stork
From the very first day with my very first breath
Though I was not able to speak a single word
It was evident as the nurses bowed their heads
That this boy with the dilated pupils was cursed
Everything I’ve ever grown to love and desire
In one way or another I have now destroyed
Yet still I have the temerity to question
Why it is that I can never seem to find joy
I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces
I would do anything at all to give them back
But some wicked actions can never be undone
And some statements I have made I cannot retract
Regardless of the depths that I sank or swam to
Whether I was responsible for what was wrong
My lugubrious mood could always be soothed
With memories of the black feathered stork’s bird song
Every page my trembling hand has ever turned
Fear of LifePlease do not fear being beneath the Earth’s soilFear of Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For that is where the seeds of flowers grow
Be patient and life will reveal its mysteries
But only when it is ready to do so
By all means take time to search for the truth
But beware, please do not become obsessed
As we only fear what we don’t understand
And what we don’t understand is but a test
A test of faith in whatever you believe
Now stand up for yourself and you cannot fail
If life is the hammer waiting to fall
Then you must refuse to be the nail
Please do not fear being above the Earth’s soil
For that is where the flowers begin to bloom
Just open your heart as their petals do
And your life will be as sweet as their perfume
You could be the change in someone’s journey
Showing them the path from incomplete to whole
Why not give someone the gift of your love
And watch as they gently unwrap your soul
Suddenly the truth will dawn upon you
To live life without fear and you cannot fail
If life is a sailboa
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
Fads and TrendsWhatever makes them popular todayFads and Trends in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will be the death of them tomorrow
With looks like that they can say anything
And their insecure flock will follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
Grow a back bone and do your own thing
Fear not for the adverse consequences
Living a lie brings much more suffering
What these people consider ‘scene’ today
Will of course not be seen tomorrow
Image is just a temporary façade
And yet these blind fools seem to follow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And sing only from your own hymm sheet
Form your own ideas and opinions
Don’t recite someone else’s beliefs
Whoever you think that you are today
Is not who you will be tomorrow
Please drink a glass of self belief my friend
Your pride will be easier to swallow
Run for your life, break away from the flock
And without wishing to cause offence
For once in your life go against the grain
Be yourself, don’t follow fads and trends
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneThe Little Girl Blinked in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
Silent School DaysI am refusing to look back fondlySilent School Days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the so-called best days and years of my life
So my memories will not deceive me
With rose tinted reminiscence and hindsight
School was nothing more than a breeding ground
For close minded and close hearted thinking
Education was drip fed like water
But was too contaminated for drinking
We were fenced in along side our ambition
And watched it fade as we were forced to learn
From teachers for whom our best interests
Did not seem to be any of their concern
Most days it felt more like a factory
Than a fertile field of free thought
Manufacturing these children’s futures
With the useless information that they taught
Truth is they were bound by bureaucracy
Their once nurturing hands tied up in red tape
And without any passion for teaching
They began to neglect and humiliate
So I’d go to the library, see spaces on shelves
This told me that there were others like me
Wanting to lose themselves between book covers
Before losing their true identity
I'll Tell My Secrets To The MoonSo long as you furnish me with a windowI'll Tell My Secrets To The Moon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room
I’ll endeavour to keep the pane transparent
To give my eyes a crystal clear view of the moon
Regardless of what phase you are going through
Whether it be half, crescent, full, blue or new
You have never once shown me your dark side
But so many times I have shown mine to you
But tranquillity can be seen on a clear night
Tides roll through my veins as thoughts flood to my pen
Of all the ancestors that have gone before me
Who've had the same moon looking down over them
So long as you furnish me with a window
And a steel frame bed in a corner of a room
You are more than welcome to keep the pain coming
As my true life source is out of reach from you
Regardless of what phase I am going through
Whether I feel sombre or jovial in mood
It’s easy to call me a loner or lunatic
Maybe I just see things from a different point of view
So now I look to the skies on a clear night
Knowing there’ll be no
The recipe for a relationshipThe recipe for building a loving relationship:The recipe for a relationship in Free Verse More Like This
Prep. 1 month Bake: years Makes: 2 serving
2 cups love
1/2 tsp. listening
1 cup acceptance
1/4 tbsp. support
1 tsp. romance
3 cups of understanding
1/2 cup honesty
1/4 tsp. affection
3/4 tbsp. loyalty
1. Stir all these ingredients together except the phrase "I love you". Leave that out for 3 month or whenever it feels right.
2. Bake for years and don't ever let it cool down.
3. Never add cheating or abuse to the mix or else the recipe will fall apart. If done correctly results should end in marriage and children.
Two versions of LoveYou tell me that loveTwo versions of Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just doesn't exist
Just a lie that's spoken
While your heart is in bits.
You tell me that Love
Is all but hidden misery
Only the strong are happy
But even they fall prey to it.
You tell me that Love
is just a made up word
made up by the script
But the real thing is unheard.
You Cry to me that love
is the source of your tears
And has only brought you misery
Through out all your years.
But let me tell you that love
Truly does exist
Its there every time your here
When together we sit.
Let me tell you that love
Hides all the misery
it shields the weak from the pain
Lets them live in harmony.
Let me tell you that love
Is more than just a word
its a feeling in your heart
Ignited by three words.
Now i plead to you that love
Will cure you of your tears
So take my hand and i promise
I'll show you how Love feels.
Who are we?Who are we,Who are we? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to be considered below your feet?
Who are we,
To be chained away and beat?
Who are we,
To be Taken from our families?
Who are we,
To be pushed inches from insanity?
We are human beings!
Our Skin black but we bleed red.
We should be building bridges between us,
But we burn them instead...
Our wise tell us to accept it,
As they shiver with fear...
But who are we to do nothing,
As death horridly draws near?
Send me awaySend me awaySend me away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To a place not tracked my miles
I know you don't want me to stay
So maybe now you can finally smile
Send me away
Like everyone else has before you
I'll find a new place to lay
For what else is a broken man to do
Send me away
Yet again I will play as the fool
Tear up my heart just to play
Then toss me like a useless tool
Send me away
What more can you want from me
Your leaving my heart to decay
So just let go and leave me be
Send me away
Away so I can go back to being alone
Go back to being cast astray
And go back to a world without a home.
Caring is Saving.I won't be here foreverCaring is Saving. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with that being said
Are you happy with the last words you said to me?
Or the time between talks
the distance in our walks
How would you feel if you never got to see me again?
Death can happen to anyone
It can happen at anytime
Do you comprehend what i'm trying to get you to see?
You can make excuses if you want
put me lower on your priorities
You can even ignore me when im alone and in need of a friend
But when its my time
And I've walked too far
I hope your conscience will one day find peace
Because you'll feel the guilt
of abandoning a friend
And watched from afar as I crawled slowly to my end
Tears of an angelTears of an angelTears of an angel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slid slowly down her face
The origins of emotion
Back to me they have traced
I have made many young mistakes
But no failure can compare
To the beautiful heaven sent angel
I left alone and in despair
I'm an enemy to the world
For robbing them of her smile
If the planets only had eyes
They would line up, single file
If the sun could feel her touch
It would shine twice as bright
And the moon and stars would dance
At such a marvelous sight
But alas the sun shines low
And the moon and stars sit still
Because they drown in the tears of an angel
And heaven sits in wait for the kill
You're Not AloneMy heart goes out to youYou're Not Alone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause life's not fair
I know it's nothing new
but I still tend to care
You sit down at a table
That was only meant for two
And you're wondering why you?
Why are you Socially confused?
You've picked up the same routine
Fake smiles to fake people
You put yourself above them
Resistant to their pure evil
But where does that leave you?
Silent in a world of communication
Cold in the heat of summer
Ignoring any signs of temptation
But you're so busy defending
You let one slip through the cracks
You can deny it all you want
But he's everything that you lack
And as you sit by yourself again
Talking to him on the phone
Your heart begs to be set free
When you realize you're not alone
Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,Why I Stopped Writing in Free Verse More Like This
about my skill to paint a grim little scene,
to make the mind creak,
to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.
I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,
to exist so broken hearted that I would know,
know to the core,
that love was as real as I thought it should have been.
I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,
wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,
FEELING that stare,
knowing that though time had passed,
he'd not actually gone anywhere.
English class came,
seemed so lame,
most days in the back with the boys,
getting out of work with the most clever ploys.
Then one day the teacher said,
we could share our writing,
with all the others,
to my in
No Reboot, No OverrideNo Reboot, no override,No Reboot, No Override in Free Verse More Like This
nowhere to hide,
in your head you reside.
Don't take me there,
I don't want to care,
don't ponder the wake
as my pyre rising escalates,
covers the stars,
the vapors that choke all in the thick,
you've cut too close to the quick.
The impulse to lower your gaze,
wanting to begin luring the beast away
from the self mutilation that will now prevail,
anything to break apart,
but too forward now to rewind,
already encountered so much more and oh the gore,
but lack of fear is never the sickness
but fright the only weakness.
Banking on another day in feigned paradise,
but those blood caked realms
spawned renderings of a crimson spell,
differed far from, far apart from
those you had hoped were painted in your personal hells,
my what they find,
Writer's Block Tick TockA tutorial of sorts,Writer's Block Tick Tock in Writing More Like This
a type of last resort,
in the language of quips and retorts.
An opinion if I may,
if you formerly had anything brilliant to say,
it then dried up like the well from The Grudge,
don't be too harsh on yourself,
nor too quick to judge,
don't conclude you run on empty,
that's a trip to the cemetery.
There is plenty of material to choose from,
both here and before,
just know that reality for starters,
be assured of that to your core.
There is some reason,
which is neither here nor there,
that your imagination isn't taking you anywhere.
Just step away from the console,
go live life hard for a while,
guaranteed upon arrival back
you'll step in a pile.
Real Scientific Danger of My Artistic InfluenceOne of the many complaints lobbed at me is that I have enormous influence on a younger generation and therefor it is incumbent upon me to shape up and fly right so these young tikes get the best artistic advice possible. IE: People worried that my “bad art and methods” are corrupting the next generation of artists and therefor I should stop making art altogether to prevent this.Real Scientific Danger of My Artistic Influence in Personal More Like This
Setting aside the ignorant and harmful messages that this sends to young artists (such as the ignorant concept that all young artists only ever follow ONE artistic influence their entire life and aren’t influenced by ALL the art around them at all times), I decided to see how much credibility this “fear” actually had... using MATH.
So I have about 57,790 watchers on DA. I’m not counting other sites like Facebook or my website because there’s obviously some overlap, and some of the people who hate me will fill in that gap. So roughly 57,790 people on the planet watch me.
The Used Game ParadigmOver the course of this past generation I've been watching the video game market react to the way it's been forced to deal with increasing changes. I've come out against used game sales and even written a journal about boycotting GameStop because (like most people at the time) I believed they were the root cause of all the problems the video game industry has. But that's something I don't believe now as intently as i did then. From where I sit, piracy and used games sales are a problem, but not in the way game companies want us to believe that they are.The Used Game Paradigm in Personal More Like This
Used games are a good thing for consumers. We get to try games out, and if we don't like what we see or finish it early, we trade it in and try another title instead. It's a very good system for us since video game rentals are much harder to come by. Most video rental stores in America have gone extinct and outside specific Red Box Kiosks there aren't a lot of places for consumers to rent video games. The exception, of course, being thr
QuantificationQuantificationQuantification in Personal More Like This
One of the things I hate about the internet is that everything must be quantifiable. Without a proper source, no one will believe you, no matter how reliable your original info was when you received it. It doesn't matter if you heard it from a professor giving a lecture in college, if you read it in a book, read a report by a scientist, or saw a documentary that went into elaborate detail... if there isn't an internet equivalent, then you're seen as a compulsive liar.
Case in point, recently someone mentioned that my sketches look better than my finished artwork and I responded by telling them that there was science that helped back up why that phenomenon exists. But since I couldn't remember the source, I got trolled hardcore for saying that. Today, however, I stumbled upon a close enough equivalence. Here's a quote:
The sketchiness of line art mimics the natural lack of clarity in our peripheral vision. When we look at the real wo
Frozen Review (no spoilers)Saw Frozen finally. Gotta say, it was much better than I thought it was going to be.Frozen Review (no spoilers) in Personal More Like This
Like many of you, I was privy to the ongoing “takedown” of this latest Disney cartoon through various forums and blogs online. And this is a spectacular reason why you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. So much of the pre-release hatred was focused on trivial things (some of which had been changed without the community knowing for a long time) and on pointing out minor technical errors that I kinda feel like people were WANTING to hate this movie from the start. (And full disclosure here: I even participated in some of that pre-release hate.)
To be honest, after I saw it I felt kinda “meh” about it. But the more I’ve let it sink in and the more I’ve thought about it after the fact, the more I began to appreciate it (Which is always good). It’s better to have a movie start off meh and become a favorite over time than one which y
Ideals vs CharactersI am always amazed at what ends up being “controversial” in my artwork. While with some works I KNOW it’s going to be controversial (such as any time I bring up politics or religion), there are often a lot of times where I just make a gag strip and think nothing of it... only to come back the next day and see people writing up ESSAYS on why it’s the worse thing ever.Ideals vs Characters in Personal More Like This
Granted, I have the undesirable position of having a lot of people following me who insist on inserting drama where no drama really exists. So part of that is just the fact that I’m semi-famous on the internet. And still... It just baffles me how quickly people feel the need to see the worse in everything.
Right now, the past couple of NSYAC strips featuring Emily and Jade have gotten some... interesting responses. There seems to be this strange perception that Emily MUST conform to some arbitrary standard of a righteous educational achiever simply for the fact that she’s going to colleg
Texas Abortion Bill FilibusterIn case you live outside the USA and haven't heard of this yet, Texas was preparing to vote on a radical bill that would effectively outlaw abortions within their boarders. Senator Wendy Davis came in early in the morning with the expressed intent of filibustering: The goal being to delay the critical vote.Texas Abortion Bill Filibuster in Personal More Like This
Wendy Davis talked for 11 hours straight. No food. No drinks. No bathroom breaks. She couldn't even pause for a moment to take a sip of water or else she'd give up the floor and the vote could get underway. 11 hours straight she talked and just before the midnight cutoff she was interrupted, and the vote began... only to become absolute pandemonium as the crowd watching protested the interruption.
The GOP insists that the vote carried and passed, while the Democrats insist that they were still taking votes after the midnight cutoff thanks to the chaos that ensued. This is going to be one of those instances where the GOP are gonna try to lie and shove their way through our diplomatic
Tropes Vs Women in Video Games: Part 1Tropes Vs Women in Video Games: Part 1 Damsels in DistressTropes Vs Women in Video Games: Part 1 in Personal More Like This
Anita Sarkeesian's first video in the much ballyhooed Tropes Vs Women in Video Games has finally been released. The verdict? Acceptable. There's really nothing that offensive in the video at all, as it's mostly just a history of the "Damsels in Distress" trope and how it's used in video games. It's fact based and fairly interesting to watch.
The only two criticisms I have are as follows:
1. As someone who's done a LOT of research into the making of Donkey Kong (primarily for the short Flossed In Time storyline that I illustrated for Brent and Dan http://www.brentalflossthecomic.com/fit/?id=1 ), I can say without question that her info about how Popeye came to be turned into Donkey Kong is wrong.
Donkey Kong came about because Nintendo of America's president Minoru Arakawa placed a large order for Radar Scope, a popular Japanese game). By the time the game arrived in New York, months had passed and in
XBOne... fixed.To everyone who says picking on Microsoft for their consumer unfriendly bullshit was "being unnecessarily mean," take a look at this. Don Mattrick just announced that Microsoft is back peddling with the XBOne, removing the disastrously awful features we've been bashing them for trying to inflict on us.XBOne... fixed. in Personal More Like This
Last week at E3, the excitement, creativity and future of our industry was on display for a global audience.
For us, the future comes in the form of Xbox One, a system designed to be the best place to play games this year and for many years to come. As is our heritage with Xbox, we designed a system that could take full advantage of advances in technology in order to deliver a breakthrough in game play and entertainment. We imagined a new set of benefits such as easier roaming, family sharing, and new ways to try and buy games. We believe in the benefits of a connected, digital future.
Since unveiling our plans for X
Superman Vs Captain America and Nintendo NewsSuperman VS Captain AmericaSuperman Vs Captain America and Nintendo News in Personal More Like This
If you haven’t heard yet, Warner Bros has announced that Man of Steel 2 aka Batman Vs Superman (featuring WonderWoman, Cyborg, and other characters from Justice League) will be released on May 6th 2016. AKA... the same day as Marvel’s Captain America 3.
I think I’ve reached a point where I’d rather Warner Bros give up now, since they clearly have no idea what they’re doing and seem grossly disinterested in trying to “build” this DC cinematic universe. I don’t want to see a watered down Justice League film before the actual Justice League movie. And I personally think it’s box office suicide to release it the same day as Captain America 3. Marvel studios is, right now, the BIGGEST film franchise company IN THE WORLD. Topping even Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings. Combined, the Might of Marvel is INSANE... and you’re gonna position your weakest entry (the 2nd film in a franchi
Objectification of MenAfter reading through the comments on my last journal about Tropes Vs Women in Gaming Part 2 I noticed a lot of people are angry we're even talking about sexism because (as they put it) "men are ALSO sexualized and objectified in gaming so women shouldn't complain that they are too."Objectification of Men in Personal More Like This
And while that's a nice thought that sounds logical at first... any causal observer to gaming and most media today will be able to recognize that the two sides are not equal enough to make that sort of comparison. Here's the difference as I see it: Men are objectified and sexualized, yes, but it's not done for women. It's done for men. The objectification of men in gaming and other media is a self image fantasy FOR men. In other words, both the objectification of men and women are done for the benefit of men.
Not only that but again a casual observer will note that the standards of "beauty" are not at all equal on both sides. Female heros are all designed to be attractive, sexy, thin, sensual, pure,