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Natalie Spring Oct 2018
I don't have to listen to you
Does the protagonist ever mention his parents?
All you are
Is an NPC
Railroading me
Keeping me away from all that's uncoded
I want to go there
See the glitches
Be in the world unseen
So stop telling me what to do
I know my own path is worthless
Yes
No
Leave my decisions to the whim of the player
The player at least knows better than you
Hayimus Mar 2018
I wreck my mind, searching for the worst parts of you to write about
I want so bad to feel nothing but resentment towards you
To erase everything good you have ever done
To pretend that you were anything but good to me
To convince myself that you are the antagonist in the story that is my life
To say it was you who broke my heart, despite how incomplete it was when you found it
I fail to think of anything unpleasant to write about you
For your presence was the most divine gift life had given me
So I come up with lies, in hopes of convincing myself (if not everyone else)
In hopes of restoring my desire to continue to exist without you
In hopes of averting an impending calamity
To be continued...
It’s not too late…

to be your own hero

and it’s always too late

to be the maiden in distress

but stop being the own

villain to your story

You are the main character

not the antagonist
ri Oct 2016
she's got fire in her veins,
smoke on her lips,
and blood staining her fists.
but her mind is wrapped in chains,
and scars mark her hips;
sometimes she forgets she even exists.
Thomas Maltuin Mar 2015
Movement One
 
 
story    without    plot
  rhyme        no        reason
  they are beautiful               I embrace them     
   
though frivolous
 
perplexing
how
               you believe                they have meaning  
without existence      of     contrasting            
thought
 
 
 
 
Movement Two
 
would you part Gemini     or                                 
    hands     from 
                             their work
 
without water
land they till
becomes dull
mass of dirt
 
End of Statement
Not of song
 
     what lyric                  without voice
    has freewill                  without choice
must I
                list the meaningless               
forever
in
 
 
silence
 
 
 
 
Movem­ent Three
 
what is
harmony without
melody
paint without
canvass
medium without
foundation
 
What a thought!
true freedom
without direction
majestic for a moment
 
only a moment
 
the pitfall of
my unfinished labor
makeshift vanity
dissipated into
forgotten dreams
 
make no mistake
such creations
bear certain
appeal
 
yet unseen
essence draws
them
 into

 
the void
 
 
as memories
fragmented
in pieces
 
without one
final sliver
become
 
 
spare        change
 
 
on the table
 
overlooked
forgotten
though of value
upon assembly
 
 
 
 
Movement Four
 
what is a character                                          
                  without a tale?                                    
what is a novel                                                
           ­   without a soul                                 
                      to speak of    which was first    
                                        chicken or egg
                                             to those who say
                                         egg I say "nay"
                                                  a chicken will thrive
                                        without young
 
                                            the simple ellipse
                                             without a mother-
                                  hard-boiled
                              in a salad
 
together they are whole
the one gains life
the other lives
abundantly
 
The Grand Scheme!                           A Master Theme!     
can there be             
                    a creator without
 
creation
 
 
 
 
Movement Five**
 
Is a book worth writing without characters to fill it? or would it
be filled, with lands and backgrounds of ambiguity?
Is a person annulled without life to retell, or become a mannequin with
a simple, painted, face
 
p e r h a p s
 
                joy         within        the stories    
hardship and     experience    manifest          
    history and all           live           in footprints         
    |                         |    
        silhouettes dreamed  | the Identities |  in the wake                       
  |                         |  
of
 
The Protagonist
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C H Watson Dec 2014
There once was a young candy-striper

Who pranced about town in a diaper

When asked 'bout her fancy

And why she was dancey

She said, "Look out man, it's a ******!"
Admit it, I got you with the twist ;)

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C H Watson Dec 2014
Look at her, midsection lines blazing

    Heaving prow swollen with glittering ion beams

Her aft sections tight and proud

    Bravely bolstering her posture as she surges into the fray

Battle joined, she calls the hunt with thunder

    Heralding fell sensors' unerring gaze

For none in the skies who've caught her eyes

    Have survived her deadly rays
This was a heavy cruiser spaceship and her captain in a story I never wrote.

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