A magical place in the forests of old
Where thoughts have wings and,
Souls light up the paths,
Rain floats in midair and laughter runs around playing with childish stories
Why you ask where such a place exists?
Well dear in your dreams
What dreams? My dreams died with Hoffa long ago
Now I'm slaving over a lawn mower and feeding 5 kids with a shovel and a ***
I can't tell stories, unless it's about work
Daddy can you tell me a bedtime story?
Yeah... If it's about grass cutting and dung thrown into dirt
Sweet dreams, well that's only make believe. Want a sweet dream look in a fairytale, because they're only for when you sleep, when you wake its back to reality
So no more dreams just hard work with reality. Well everyone has a dream even you it's something no one can escape. So what dreams you say...
Well sleep and see there's dreams

Insomniacs by NeroameeAlucard


I can't sleep obviously so it's fitting to new to write a little blurb about my sleeping inability for real it seems like ever since I touched this pen to this pad in my head Slumber can't be had I'm glad that I can channel my feelings into words and not stupid actions or acting without any sense of rationality but in reality I need sleep **** it  so brain start counting sheep

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nope the Sheep have failed and recently took an express route to heaven or I'm still sugar buzzed from 7-11 whatever I need sleep so Nero make yourself but you can't even force Sleep on yourself especially since you have next to no wealth I mean **** IT VOICES GO THE **** TO BED or I'll make sure you attempt to wake up in the ocean weighed down by lead
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not talking huh? good :)

Wandering mind (attempt at slam) by NeroameeAlucard
sometimes I wonder where these ideas spring from
I swear to most they seem dumb
but that may because I'm still young
and they say that the young are numb to societal indifference within this messed up world of today
Today? Today wandering eyes can get your rep ruined, hooray! but wandering minds keep you challenged and sickened from the rashest and missing ideas that crawl within your mind
it's storming outside
all rainy and cold
thunder and lightning
making me feel alone
My white Sox bear comforts me slightly
Pikachu only touches my blankets lightly
I'm not this bad about storms, but I'm feeling so spritely
I guess this isn't too be taken lightly
the water flows in from the old sewer pipe
just what else can happen tonight?
water damage, insecurity just bad vibes
oh wait... He's got it I'll be alright

The bell rings
The inner fire sings
Burning hotter than ever
If you're around me I wouldn't recommend a sweater
I was stuck for a long time, I needed a doctor
My brethren in Ink stood by me, like an exam procter

So for all the crying and whining I put you guys through
thank you, for sticking by me when I didn't know what to do.
No more depression, no more pain.
I can't promise all Sunshine, I know there will be rain

But NeroameeAlucard, the true me is returning once again
I'm standing taller than ever, Prouder, stronger, because, well I've been down to the bottom.

I'M BACK!

Well I write poetry and post
It
I capture feelings in flows and yes I know this
But who am I?
Is NeroameeAlucard another persona I created?
Or me... The real me trying to escape it's mental containment?
I'm having a crises involving my self forged identities
it's alien to me to try to just be myself
when hiding behind my masks forged on feelings
But having to face the world without a mask?
that would be like Majora not having wrath

HeLLO GentleMEN I am your creator.

BRANDON?!

Yes Orion it is me BAcK From the GRAVE you sent me to in middle school.
so now I've come to sell my vengeance so without further ado I've come to **** you

A lengthy battle raged for hours on end,
until finally, after more than 5 years, OrionThaReject, a persona I created years ago was finally dead and gone,

Now he's merged himself with me, NeroameeAlucard,
because he learned that just because he was a reject at one point,
doesn't mean you have to be one for life.

Okay Nero let me handle the narration and begin the Explanation,
see in middle school I was transferred out of my home town into an entirely indifferent area obviously I was off guard and it hurt me to the heart that people I had known for most of my then young life I'd never see again I had no friends so I developed the persona of a reject to own up to my outcast status

Early on in my creative endeavors
I wore my status of a reject proudly like a sweater
I grew acceptive to my crazy side
while I was on that cosmic ride
I fell in along with others who saw the world through the same eyes

Now I'm NeroameeAlucard
now that part of my life is over but it holds a place in my heart
My lifes gotten
much better since those days
my own personal haze
benefited me
substantially
I couldn't do anything right
but now, after going through hell
I've learned how to fight

Okay here goes.

A lot of people ask why I put my pen to the page
Put my heart into words that don't inspire or engage
Well I write because I know I haven't had the perfect life
And I know others out there can attest to that tonight
But to get to the point I picked up my pen
I was the tender young age of 3 years plus 10
I had a crush on a girl, and it was killing me inside
I couldn't take it anymore, my feelings I could no longer hide
I finally got my nerve, and told her how I felt
I didn't know the rough hand I'd be dealt.
I got teased relentlessly, with no qualms on the matter
my heart was ripped out, against the floor I felt it splatter,
ever since I've found it hard to open up,
except through these words I've found solace and as such
I dedicated my pen to those kids that ever got picked on or hurt
NeroameeAlucard did it, you can drag your name from the dirt