Hey otaku.com,
Work has been so hectic, we're coming into our busy season. So I apologize for the lack of posting. I'm hoping to post at least four new pieces shortly. I'm aiming for my only day off, which is Wednesday. Then I'm going to Indiana from the 20th to the 25th. Then I'll be back. With more stuff than ever, whenever I get the free time to post it.
So I'm asking you all to bear with me, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for your time.
P.S.: If anyone is interested, Supernatural Season 4 premieres this Thursday the 18th at 9pm on channel 23 direct tv. I'm so watching it. I love Dean.
People think I'm softer somehow.
That I'm not like I used to be.
They say I write kinder things now.
But they only believe what they want to see.
I'm not any less pissed off today,
than I was five years ago.
You never listened to what I had to say.
So how would any of you know?
Yeah, I've done a love poem or two.
And I've written of a softer sorrow.
But that doesn't mean that I like you.
Or that I won't come against you tomorrow.
I don't think you can comprehend,
the rage that rests inside my soul.
And it's a story that will never end.
This mix of emotion that keeps me whole.
So don't forget who I am.
And all that I could happen to be.
Remember that I don't give a damn,
if you aren't comfortable with me.
Yes, I may ease up once or twice.
But don't let it settle your fear.
It doesn't mean I've gone all nice.
I'm still the same, I'm still here.
Twisted is my purpose.
Living my life within a lie.
Empty is my one full vessel.
Truth is everything we defy.
But I never cry.
Lost is my direction.
It's somthing I can never find.
This dark realm goes on forever.
And I'm being left behind.
It feels like I'm losing my mind.
Blind has gone my vision.
And cold is my soul of steel.
Blood mixes within the water.
Is any of this even real?
I don't know how to feel.
Null have gone my senses.
And hollow is my touch.
This dead world is all my own.
And everything as such.
Somehow I love this place so much.
I embrace this darkness.
For dawn would come so late.
This dead dream is my home at last.
Where I idolize my hate.
I've chosen destruction as my fate.
Black roses litter the bed.
They once were red.
Like halos resting above your head.
How I was so mislead.
It should have come to no surprise.
Your love turned out to be all lies.
Now I watch our roses die.
Once as red as these tears I cry.
What remains are thorns.
Representing not love, but scorn.
Black petals ripped from roses shorn.
Separated from you I feel forlorn.
Here I fall on broken knees.
God bring him back to me please?
With all my heart I can’t believe.
Can’t find the strength to set us free.
Sounds of dying fill the room.
Mixing in to stir the gloom.
Something has got to happen soon.
Petals fall to meet their doom.
He’s not coming back, no way.
I am these roses blown astray.
Goodbye, is all I have to say.
Our black roses have all gone away.
This poem is based on the Looking Glass Wars. They are good books that are a new take on the Alice in Wonderland story. So here it goes.
At first glance, that looking glass,
was just another door.
Now here I wait, forgotten by fate,
just another thin glass floor.
I wish to go home, never meant to be alone,
a solitary player in chess.
Now I'm behind this glass lost, paid far to steep a cost,
my soul stopped from being laid to rest.
In another world forsaken, everything I had was taken,
blinded by the mirror's crystal light.
Even earth was a little richer, not empty like this picture,
cannot be seen by those without the sight.
When another takes a glance, that's when I'll find the chance,
they'll be trapped and I'll be set free.
For the mirror steals the life, locking it forever without night,
doesn't care who it is or anything they see.
So watch out for reflections, for they can cause infection,
a prison made out of a cold evil place.
For a mirror is a glass, showing the future and the past.
And all you have to stand up to is your own face.
