lordoffire
i'm 16 years old but vary mature for my age / i don't go to school / i'm a aquarius born in the year of the dragon / i like long walks on the beach / i like dogs, cats and any messure of animals / my hobbies include: blacksmithing whittling, songwriting, singing,sketching, beating my meat, gardening, anoying people, random acts of obscenity, stupidity, crying in the dark, psychology, random acts of pyrofanatics, weapon design, gaming, poetry and most other kinds of lierature. / / you know all this about me and still you understand nothing
Empty conversations are what my life consists of bleak and meaningless exchanges right only in the sense of what my actions have caused
I do not blame him for the most part
I would weave threads of "logic" complacency by nodding my head and saying what was expected
Still do
How was he supposed to know all those years ago
That when i told him i heard voices
It wasn't a lie
How does he know i want to die
I have always been a great story teller
My Creations were creative and realistic always believable
I thought i was weaving s safety net
As it turns out i was only building a dam
A leaky one at that
Constructed not to keep things out as i originally surmised but to keep all that **** in
Black light as i see it and as i mean it
Is one just as convoluted as yourself
It doesn't bring anything from darkness it only reveals silhouettes
And blends the rest together
...
I have no idea what im getting at
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
They are dead to me
But cursed too themselves
I have done all that is possible
In my world where
combat is Creativity
Where knowledge is a weapon
Kindness is principal
They wander through life
with dull minds
Dull thoughts, dull attitudes
And the same politically correct way of thinking
I've tried
They must help themselves .
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
the rate rises every day as
hallowed bodies become there grave
there souls lost and alone
smothered by whatever they made more important then
being alive
deal or die
its the way of the world
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
i find myself at an impasse because simple logic is being shot by teenage insecurity and genaral emotions of course it's about a girl after all my sisters never stop reminding me that behind every great man is a great woman who tells him to shut the **** up when he's acting an *** but wind mistress is..........a sensitve situaion to say the least cuz 100% truth be told i'm kind of a weird, perverted creep then again not many seventeen year olds aren't so anyhow the problem is complex but simple in it's complexity as is the nature of most things women included....... i guess its as simple as asking if she wants to give it a whirl........
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
hate is a strong word especially when its true you allowed youself to feel it and still i never knew, your long drawn and heavy breaths were no concern to me i saw that you were suffering and still i let you be.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
todays my birthday for those who don't know years of life with nothing to show, young i am but my thoughts they rust (to qoute rose millligan) and one day i will turn to dust
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Beyond the darkness the the shadow of an enemy through the Crimson blood of friends foes and self my own there it lies
The siver lining
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
Solace in darkness, embrace in muteness, loved in the illusion of my mind.
This is the life in which I live
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
i see you through my window and think of yesterday
millions of thoughts inside my head but no more words to say
dreaming of tomorow and freting all the way thinking of me thinking of you and the mighty sky of blue
you remind me of the the wind, the wind that rushes through invisible like love but know its there and true
once in love with life and now in love with you you breeze right passed me mistress of the wind
eyes like tempests, body like storm, wings a breeze and love like air reborn
but still you are a mistress my heart though ever yours you play with my emotions a game played evermore
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain
a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone,
a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men
this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me
as i will so mote it be
come
rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall
i shall stand on mountain tops
and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me
as i will so mote it be
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC