Back and forth we run,
Pieces on this board of fun.
Yet not all can see
The beauty in this fragile futility.
This game, primarily run by fools,
Is devoid of common sense or rules.
And as pieces scatter,
Their impermanence an unspoken manner,
There's naught but mice,
Too afraid to roll the dice.
But here is an uncommon thought,
Just worry not.
Worry not of your impermanence,
Worry not of your ***** footprints,
Worry not of your suppressed shame,
Worry not of your trivial blame,
And think but this,
Why worry at all?
Just sit back and enjoy the game,
Create your own rules,
And worry not of the shame bestowed by fools.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
I stalk you in the shadows,
Returning from my grave so shallow,
Your precious pride, I'll make you swallow.
Your bigotry knew no bounds,
And thus unbound my fury like the hounds.
In your shadow my eyes doth glow,
The plotting of your downfall they surely show.
You claim to know not,
The crimes unto me for which you will rot,
Yet through all your fear and tears,
My approach you shall not hear,
And that podium upon which you hold all your reverence,
Shall become the territory of your Revenants.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
People often wonder,
How does a king ignore his followers,
Just sit by as they suffer.
Yet you don't know what he's known,
For you've never taken the throne.
How much is he shown?
From that place on his throne.
Does he choose to turn a blind eye?
Watching while others cry?
Or does something else lay claim to the apple of his eye?
But what is it that protects the king from ire,
Whilst his loyalties are under fire?
It is not commonly known,
That the king is only shown what his throne wants shown.
If you don't believe me then go ahead,
Take the throne,
Atop the previous monarch's head,
And have your vision overthrown.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
It's just so serene,
The subtle sounds of the machine.
The light pitter-patter,
Removing all that ever mattered.
I sit in silence,
Entranced by this unnoticed violence,
The cause of my insanity,
And most definitely the source of my serenity.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Would you believe me if I told you I think I'm certifiably insane?
Probably, considering you've nothing to go by other than a name.
Do you even care?
Probably not, and considering I'm another person you've never met it's only fair.
But to those who do,
A piece of advice to you.
Whoever you think someone is,
That's who they really are.
But don't just take my word for this,
Because as I said before, I think my sanity it's pretty far...
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
You know, I've always wondered
What type of people read these?
Are you a person who is very kindred?
Or are you constantly weak in the knees?
Maybe I'm just talking to myself again,
This place just another of my fragile delusions.
Thinking here with no real gain,
Taking to inconceivable illusions.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
The line to which every tyrant dies,
The saying to end all tyranny.
Yet it has not found every place tyranny lies,
Despite some places being quite... elementary.
People are constantly sent to schools,
While these schools are run by greedy fools.
And if you enter school to satisfy a need for learning,
You will certainly leave with a sense of yearning.
But few beg for the system to be changed.
Whilst those who do are deemed deranged.
Oppressed by a system that rewards based not on merit,
But on obedience.
The talks of change claimed to be out of the budget.
Left to blindly follow their credence.
Sic semper tyrannis.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I feel as though I'm trapped in a maze
as I wander, lost in a daze.
Here in this place where no wind blows
The fact that I'm here I think no one knows.
Twelve years of standardized outside correction,
Has left me with no sense of direction.
I wander these dark halls,
With tattered memories of its various pitfalls
I wander alone
Through thoughts of common sense,
Or tragic past events,
To everything I've never known.
It gets bigger everyday,
I hear its shifts, learning what it wants me to say.
There is no way to make it through all of my days,
So for you, I have one final request:
This is an invitation,
To the corners of my mind,
My final act of desperation,
Come see what you will find.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
I thought it nice to make a correction,
to a saying that may have caused much rejection.
For all those lovers who's long distance relationships they fear,
I shall leave this simple note here:
While distance may make the heart grow fonder,
Too much distance will make the heart go yonder.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Every phoenix rises from their flame,
But not all return the same.
And upon every rise,
A new feathers of the majestic bird dies,
Waiting for someone to revitalize,
Or just listen to its cries.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC