#vale
When a project has been abandoned, creators of said project will solve small, irrelevant problems, so as to give themselves an ounce of satisfaction, rather than just solve the problem as a whole.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
I met my rose in full bloom
But it had to wilt too soon
It was a beautiful painting, in a bright wooden frame
And no two ever looked at it the same
You were like a duck, sailing on a bright blue pond
I never knew that you'd have to go, so far long gone
Your comforting structure had turned to dust
And your shining walls had begun to rust
This place was built on a conjoined dream
It was so much more than we'd ever seen
I learned what it was like in my own mind
I learned what it was like for someone to be so kind
When we saw the rubble, we all held hands
Looking at the ruins and thousand sands
It was the one place where I could be wild
The one place where I could truly be a child
But even though you were destined to fail
Thank you for teaching me how to live, My Vale
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 11:26 AM UTC
I wake up under our tree, next to her
The oranges and pinks of the sunset in the distance are a blur
I don't even care that she's gone, she's next to me
"Rose, stop stressing!" She says, "can't you finally see?"
"You helped us! You saved us all."
"But you're dead," I respond, "so why do you stand tall?"
"Plus, it's not fully back yet, they're all gone still."
"I know, Rose. You're incredibly ill."
Her skin melts into the roots of the tree
The tree decays until just a stump in front of me
The pinks and oranges of the sunset turn into rain
I run through the dying grass, wondering if I'm sane
I run through thick fog until a ruined castle is in my path,
still injured from its past with the Wrath.
I then realized my nightmare must've been a memory
Behind me is him, "Hi, Professor Emery!"
I think to myself, "this will only be a memory of the past",
as the student's skin and the castle walls begin to melt fast.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
I did not engineer
Nor attempt to construct
The human soul
No
Not I
The mere idea seemed frivolous
Damnably gelatinous and
Above all else
Impossible to comprehend
How silly it might turn out
Indeed I thought this
I did attempt however
To make a spicy jam
One evening at the
End of Winter I believe
Lovely time
When this,
What I consider the beginning of a debacle,
Began
I threw together
Bits, and things, and twigs,
And professional spices,
And Illicit words, and
Brown sugar,
And old tea,
And harmless fun
And Puppy Dog Tails,
And I’m allergic to snails,
And something that I called Steve
It could have been Tom
But it looked like a Steve to me
Despite its arguments that it was
A Barbra through and through
I stirred and fiddled and sang
To this black and thin glop
I indeed attempted to call
A spiced jam concoction
That was tap-dancing in circles
On my stovetop without permission
When, no I know, the usual happened
I became bored
Yes
Yes Indeed I did
Bored
Thoroughly
Bored
Bored
Bored
Where was I?
Oh yes.
Bored
Bored of this
Damnable,
Jammable,
Fred Astaire
Not spicy jam
So I left what would become
The self-engineering diluent,
Now a vicious, viscous, and crude thing
That would become the human soul
On the back burner
While I cooked some pasta instead
I prefer pasta
It is delicious
Not like that mistake of mine
It continued to be a mistake of mine
It was not pasta,
It was not spiced jam,
And I never remembered to throw it in the Hazmat bin
Whoops
For a year
I believe
It could have been a week
A very long and tiring week
Or seven years
When I heard the back burning
Singing back to me
About apples with a crisp bite
About fireworks that misfired
About drug needles used to sew together sanity
Was this too spicy?
With its two voices of
Hospital dust
And
Captive applause
Oh my,
This couldn't possibly
Taste good
I believe whatever this has
Festered into without
Adult supervision,
I believe it might be beginning to turn
Like milk and wine
I bottled it in a wooden bottle
And left it on the stoop of an orphanage
To find a good home
I wonder if this not spiced jam
Has found a good home
Last I heard
They all went from it to They
And attended Engineering School.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
down the Valley
where the river flows
flocks of graves
swarmed with crows
ashes to ashes
turn dust to dust
where their metals lei
and turned to rust
stenches of blood
screams and decay
where wasted sheds
are left astray
down the Valley
where the river flows
are plumps of graves
where flowers grow
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Walk Tall..
Walk Tall my child walk tall,
The vultures will soon be gone..walk tall,
This razed land knows its blood in the fall,
As it imbibed the pious juice in its ***** afterall,
The tears that roll down from your aspen eyes,
Will nourish many a thristy soul that silently cries,
How will we forget the enemy that came,
And our own brethern of doubious fame,
That tore our home and stole our land,
And backed us to our last stand..
The time will come when it will be over,
And the sun will shine in the morning hour,
So be ready my little one,
Thou are sure the chosen one,
You have to rule these meadows and all,
So walk Tall..walk tall walk tall.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Se eu te disser, companheiro
Que a vida não vale a pena no mar
Você desiste de velejar?
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Se eu te confessar, companheiro,
Que estou a duvidar
Você insiste em me acompanhar?
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Se eu esbravejar, companheiro
Você me aceita sem lutar
E me ajuda devagar?
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Se eu gritar, companheiro
Você me resgata de me matar
Ao insistir em não respirar?
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Você é meu fiel companheiro
Você consegue nisso acreditar
Mesmo que eu esteja a titubear?
Marinheiro, marinheiro
Você, companheiro
Vale por cem cargueiros
Cheios de nosso companheiros.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
I want to sit with you by the Arby's
And watch the future's lights pass overhead
I want to run together in the breeze
Through the desert with the glow cloud ahead
I want to eat at Big Rico's with you
Maybe we could sneak in some wheat products
I want to find out if we could get through
This town without joining that calm forest
I want to visit the science district
And we can go watch an experiment
We can go to see something artistic
For the stray dog's graffiti is apparent
I want to listen to the radio
And, with you, wonder where else we can go
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Stop.
The trees are sinking
As the ground grows mouths to swallow them
Keep your head held high
No, actually, don’t
Heads held high are often cut off
Stay low, keep to the shadows
NOT THOSE SHADOWS! Those ones, over there.
Yes. Don’t move. Don’t ever move again.
Question your existence as you huddle
Trying to be still but shivering despite yourself
There are no mouths here, nothing to swallow you
And isn’t that a shame?
Find the teeth that will crush you
Throw yourself on their unyielding edges
Accept your fate. Everyone else has.
Can’t you see that?
Can’t you hear it in the empty echo of your voice
As you call for help, for company, for a face, any face?
Stop. You are dreaming this.
Oh you are still alone, we all are
But there are no gnashing teeth to grind you up
No mouths in the ground to swallow you whole
Breathe. Relax. It’s all okay. It’s all okay.
Everything will be okay if you let it.
Will you let it? Do you need to be convinced?
Stop. You are dreaming, you are dreaming.
Wake up. Why can’t you wake up?
The ground is opening up again
This is too real to be a dream
All you can do is cry soundlessly into the dark
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC