Wordforged Fool

Wordforged Fool Aug 2016

Hope

I preach it to the world
Yet I have none
I say it to keep their lips in an upward curl
Yet mine is a mask I don
What I speak of is hope, all around, yet elusive for me
So simple to obtain, yet so hard to see
I can't grasp it for myself just yet
Not while others are just as upset
So please take it as a gift from me
And laugh and smile and be happy
I'll just wait for another opportunity
And let one after another go repeatedly
So please smile brightly
For the people that cover the truth of their pain with a mask like me

Wordforged Fool Aug 2016

Used to Be

I was the spotlight once
I was a star
Swelling with confidence
Outgoing by far
But mistake after mistake tore me down
I've been beaten into the ground
I had so many friends
But their tolerance met an end
And it's funny how I can be forgotten if I sit quietly
Nobody seems to miss me
No matter how grand my memory
Nobody seems to remember to see
How miserable I feel
That my mind can't tell what's fake or real
Hollow I am, just an empty shell
I was at the top, and then I fell
I just can't shake my misery
Or the memory of what I used to be

Wordforged Fool Aug 2016

Three Days

There you were, standing alone
So I decided to make myself known
That was on night one
We laughed, we danced, we had our fun
We met another group and played a game
Where no two rounds were the same
Then we said our goodbyes and promised each other another day
When we would meet again and together we would play
We wandered aimlessly
trying to find places to be
Trying to keep ourselves busy
And failing quite amusingly
I read some poems to a crowd
Trying to not curse myself aloud
As I stuttered through one, two, and three
And hurrying off of the stage happily
And not long after, out of the room we flee
Again, lost with nothing to do
I look over and think about you
So we go and set up a game that took forever to load
And that action itself sent us speeding down an interesting road
After a while of musings and waiting
I place a bet to keep the ball rolling
I won and claimed my reward
But to my surprise I got more than was bargained for
So we went back inside and we finally played
The game we waited on that was hellishly delayed
And after that we went to your room
And it was far more than what I first had assumed
We showed each other videos, laughing at jokes
But growing ever bolder as we came very close
What started with the bet outside turned to something more
Definitely more than what I bargained for!
We played with the same group later, yet again
And after a while found it way past ten
So we regretfully dragged ourselves up the stairs
And wondered if any of my roommates actually cares
About how they know I feel about you
But there was nothing I could do
So we kissed once more and said goodnight
And by the last day to my terrible fright
You had to leave sooner than me
And at first I thought "This couldn't be!"
But I calmed down and faced reality
As well as built up some hope to keep happy
That we'll meet again
And when we do, I hope as more than close friends

Aug 2016

Błeeding Dįamøndš

If i told you (please read)

If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation
Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you

Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU

#depression #awareness #support

Aug 2016

Nicholas Mercier Coulombe

Healing Tome

I spent years of my life in a fantasy world.

waters inhabited with murlocs
Forests with centuars and unicorns
I had badass armor
Spellbooks, Abilities, Charisma modifiers!

When you live in Dungeons and dragons you finish quests, unlock gods,
Slay Monsters

When my DnD group broke up

I didn't lose a group of friends.
I lost a party of adventurers

Their eulogies pronounced at the end of that final nat one
Will never be forgotten.

Portaits carved like improv comedy routines.
Characatures of our ideal selves
Bound, sealed, stuck on a book shelf
We deserved another sequel.

When the party healer crumpled her car against a Concrete wall at 70 miles an hour
It made sense nobody else knew how to cast raise dead.

In a world that is supposed to play out our ideal realities
it was no question her charecter lived eternal. the way she would have wanted.
The way we wanted so badly to be true.
Nobody felt right taking over her charecter.
And nobody wanted to **** her off.
So we wrote her story.
Every die she had tossed this whole adventure. Each murloc she ran from, each unicorn she rode, etched into a leather bound tome.
Placed Right on the same shelve we kept our pathfinder books.
Her headstone.
We never played after that.
But she did.
When we placed the novel next to the flowers her mother left.
We felt her cast healing song
one last time
And that night
We got a full rest

#love #sad #loss #geek #and #dragons #car #crash #healer #dungeons

Wordforged Fool Aug 2016

A different story

All should know
That my writing is a sin
So let's look down a memory row
And see another story begin
Her hair was black as night
And she walked down the halls staying to her right
She made a group like a family
And then along came the misery
Jack frost in physical form
He had a soft smile to hide the storm
The girl, nearly forgotten, made him her friend
But before too long, he was her end
He whispered sweet nothings
And she whispered them back
He became her everything
And she was attacked
By her past wounds so tender to touch
And he tried to ease her burden, though not by much
He made her forget
And all seemed set
A new life before her
A trail of her making
So sweet and tender
But now a fragile thing
As if on cue, he froze the land, sea, and sky
As his sorrowful screams left her bright smile denied
She left when he was at his lowest
Everything frozen all the way through
Although she tried her best
There was nothing she could do
All she needed was some rest
But her concern only grew
She came back and gasped in shock
His mind was shattered, a heartbeat of a count-down clock
She took him back in
And eased his burden, making peace with his sin
But she felt hopeless as she saw he was hollow within
Her despair became deeper as the days wore thin
And he drove her away yet again
When he needed her most, as at least a friend
Her kindness was ruined
By a monster of a man
She wore her heart thin
And in the end she couldn't help when she ran
This is her story of misery
Her kind heart thrown to depravity
But she's alright now, she's free
She has her shining knight, contempt and happy

Aug 2016

Pauline Morris

**** the Happy People

**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes

Please read between the lines this poem really has nothing to do with hating happy people or any people for that matter. The only hate is for the chronic depression I've lived with now for over 38yrs.

#happy #people #**** #fuckthehappypeople