#spoiler
I've dipped my brain into arcane,
The power from another agent.
The power to become a saint,
Such sanity begets contagion.
My mind is split across the planar,
I see beyond what has transpired,
No fear, or smear, or peers to cheer with.
I see the end, and it is near.
My friend, I knew that you would come.
This work we've done, it led us down this path.
Our minds were one, our paths were some,
We reached too high and turned awrath.
I stand above, yet still you lurk,
I have become a perfect being.
My mind is flawless magic clockwerk,
I am a part of everything.
And in a single hurricane
No vain, no gain, no strain, no pain.
The world has gone. The puppetmaster
I have become and raised disaster.
I won. In victory- defeated,
Mistaken was in chosen path.
I see you, friend from world we lived in
And giveth you this sacred chance.
A genius that is mistaken
Is dangerous, but lies therein
A chance for mind to reawaken
From its misguided faulty dream.
A genius is but a starter
That still may choose a stupid path.
It's wisdom, friend, that makes us smarter,
Not knowledge of unclear past.
The world will end, I send you inwards,
In loop that threatens to unwind
With you, my friend, becoming victor;
Forgive shortsightedness of mine.
Our understanding was... distorted.
We stand together, now- as equals,
Our brotherhood, once more, restored,
We stare into the vast abyss.
When deed is done, I'll wait you here,
We've got so much we've to discuss
Before we get to disappear
Into the void amidst the stars.
I hope there'll be a variation
Of us within these mystic planes
To wisely propagate creation
And get to understand arcane.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC
Believing this love
is pool of eternal bliss.
Cold heartless teacher.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
An artist needs a muse
Like how the suicidals need the noose
Feelings feeding the fears
And fear feeding the tears
Round and round
Its how the carousel the goes
Never really getting anywhere
The choice is yours to get on
Like how the poet chooses his quill
But what you pour on the parchment
Can never be choreographed
Cause the heart will bleed on its own accord
So spoiler alert to the suicidal artists
Your muse will be your noose.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
I love spoilers
They make me curious about things I shouldn’t be
And that’s what drives me
I love spoilers
They make me do things that I shouldn’t be
And that’s what ruins me
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Surrounded on all sides by the sudden prospect of doom.
He attempted to create some more room between what life he had left and an imminent death.
"Time flies when you're having fun,"
so isn't the opposite true?
How many eons did he spend doing things he hated?
How many lifetimes he must of lived through;
loathing his dreary circumstances,
his hobbies,
his friends.
Surrounded himself with dullness in order to blunt the passage of time.
I mean, in that situation,
what would you do?
He forewent all sense of pleasure for the sake of a longer life,
but in the end,
he lost it too.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
*Crow sullies birdbath
Never to drink or to bathe
Just to lord over*
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Dude on the Internet spoils the ending of a book to my friend.
That friend spoils it for me.
"I needed it out of my system, I am sorry Jaishree. "
I spoil for the girl sits next to me in the class.
She laughs and says
"I was expecting him to die from the start."
I spoil it for my other classmate who doesn't seem to care.
"It's just a book! It will pass in a few days."
How dare you, I mentally say while slaughtering his soul
Another classmate lent me her book for the weekend.
"It's written beautifully! The main character dies in the end."
Well thanks for that girl, I really needed to know what happens before starting the book.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC