Oh querida amada!
Seja minha linda namorada
Porque isto, inerentemente
Esperançosamente me unirá a você
E atarão lindos laços de verde e amarelo
Que ligarão nossa alma a um belo castelo
Cheio de magia forte de amor...
First life had me thinking I'd be better dead and gone.
Second life changed not a thing, for living just felt wrong.
Third life did involve a knife, with prayers I don't revive.
Fourth life was just long and sad but somehow I survived.
Fifth life saw me take a bride and birth with her a son.
Sixth life they were long since dead and sadly I trudged on.
Seventh life is dark and grim, on thoughts of death I strive.
Eighth life leaves me phantom-like, I'm barely half-alive.
Ninth life and I'm begging God the tenth one won't arrive...
Shes stands alone at the foot of the garden.
Observing the fury, the cars passing by.
The dulls leaves float in the backyard
She watches them dash, like clouds in the sky.
He opens the door without speaking.
Crows glare down the telephone wires.
No words could explain and no action would suffice.
A distorted procession, she walks in with the fire.
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I felt crushed
by sadness
in cavalcades
lay badness
in shallow pits
I dragged it
into myself
I have it
my broken self
out of the sewer
a shish kebob
quartered and skewered
delicious mess
a beating drum
a plate left over
a broken sun
you're in my mind
and in my heart,
your lover won't
keep us apart
I tried to fight it
but lost my way
I pray to god
for one more day
I'll prove to you
I'm the right way
I'll take your heart
steal it away
remember when
we used to be
just people talking
smile happily
I'd say I liked you
and you did too
we were good friends but
it wasn't cool
I didn't know
your feelings grew
my feelings lied
it wasn't true
impossible
my own remorse
I thought I was good
but lost the course
you're in my mind
and in my heart,
your lover won't
keep us apart
I'll prove to you
I'm the right way
I'll take your heart
steal it away
I didn't know
your feelings grew
my feelings lied
it wasn't true
I didn't see
what I became
I left a friend
I'll try again
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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Social constructs to explain
blunt phenomena,
gather the kids that act different
and give them this diagnosis
that explains everything
to make sure they're strange -
The signs develop gradually.
What labels do we make to navigate
the world within our own heads?
Some type of dissonance in ignorance,
but maybe all they need is distance.
Don't escape your closeness anymore,
humans need to touch to feel
and love and live and be real -
look me in the eyes
just once
just look me in the eyes
just once
please look me in the eyes
listen to me when I'm talking to you
why are you turned away
listen to me you ****
we're going to the store in just a minute and I won't get you those chicken nuggets you want
you have to sit up and look at me and say "hello, daddy," just like that
just look up and smile just once
what do I have to do
what do I have to beg you to do
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
It used to run so deep
Full of those beloved hues
Crimson and blues
Those were the simple days
Painting perfect portraits of faces
We'd only found in dreams
Such tones I'd never before seen
I'd send you my thoughts
Violet ink dripping from my words
But you would never listen
Not even from the start
And now the inkwell's dried up
Like the sea of my heart
Oh, that was when you were you
Before you shattered all I knew
I'd send you my thoughts
If I had any left
To think it was you who gave me
such vibrant shades of ink
Well, now I'm scraping the bottom of the vial
The bottom of a bottle stares back at me
And my scribblings are faded
Lacking any kind of richness
Devoid of soul
My favourite colour was always Islands.
But now
All of my words come out as
lonely sandbars.
I'd send you my thoughts
Violet ink dripping from my words
But you would never listen
Not even from the start
And now the inkwell's dried up
Like the sea of my heart
Do you remember the day
That everyone was
Dead or dumb?
That cat whose ninth life
lived out on tilt
A Story time sovereign
Tells ancient anecdotes
Full of jaded jokes
And left hooks crammed with quarters
Proselytizing on the soap box
Wondering why his sign language
Always falls on deaf ears
With a suitcase full of silver trophies
So polished they'd blind you
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it's a fools race to run if all is lost to be won..
What's in a name,
what's in a game,
let's be insane,
if we can't be the same.
Perhaps I like the way you burn me on my face with cigarettes,
when I'm sleeping, dreaming, of my tongue touching your spinnerets,
when I wake I'll be erect, low tech, and about to wretch,
from the pain, zeal, and foolishness,
of lying next to you.
Touchdown.
Lift off.
Touchdown.
Lift off.
Downtown.
Get off.
The bottle beside the bed is broken.
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"One ticket, please," the man, he said
He stepped on the train while the paper, he read
He bumped into Death, an old acquaintence
"How are you, my friend?" he asked with much patience.
Death replied, "I've missed you, comrade,
After she came with me, you seemed quite sad."
"How is she?" the man asked, "It's been quite a while."
"She's fine, don't fret," Death said with a smile.
"Are you ready to see her again? Are you fine?"
"No thank you, Death, it's not quite my time.
I'll see you and her again someday near,
But until then, my friend, have no fear."
The man tipped his hat, and bid Death adieu
He stepped off the train to a sight not-so-new
The train departed and the whistle blew its tune
And the man stepped outside, under the light of the moon
He knew his time was coming someday,
He and Death would soon walk the same way.
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2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
Today, I witnessed the death of a man.
There was a small note clenched in his hand.
The note read, “Send my daughter my love.”
An onlooker stared from the building above.
The onlooker took the note to the girl.
The girl was sad that she lost her whole world.
She asked Little Jimmy to come outside to play.
But Little Jimmy wasn’t home today.
Little Jimmy stole drugs from the girl’s mom.
He sold them on the streets with an eerie calm.
Little Jimmy’s dad needed the cash.
He was fighting cancer, and losing the battle fast.
Across the hall from Little Jimmy’s father’s room,
Death’s shadow lurked over a woman’s womb.
She tried to push her baby out to no avail.
The mother was in critical and her life support failed.
The mother’s husband watched in dismay.
For him, for everyone, it was a terrible day.
He walked down the street to mourn his loss.
He passed a bar window, through which a man was tossed.
This drunk knew his life was in its throes.
He picked a fight, punched the other in his nose.
The man whose wife died pulled out a gun,
And as he shot the drunk down, it was apparent who’d won.
The drunk curled up, down low, on the ground.
His pitiful whimpers were his only sound.
I looked on from a building above.
I comforted the drunk, whose wife no longer loved.
I watched as the life faded from his eyes.
And it hadn’t been the first time I’d seen somebody die, but,
Today I witnessed the death of a man
Who had a small note clenched in his hand.
2011: Best Mafia Performance (Individual) - Best Newcomer
2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
My autonomy, a thought's light flurry,
The overall picture naught but a light breeze,
My actions ring heavy through my head,
and what I will choose to do fills me with dread:
To shy away from the truth is natural,
and to not know yourself is all too factual.
We don't have choices - not really.
I'd choose to be content and happy.
We would all be.
Let's say the sky's forever light,
And the orange-rimmed sun would shine:
Sunset would last forever, sublime,
A never-ending peace: all would be right.
But it isn't.
She chooses to split differences, I choose to flee,
we chose to avoid being merry.
It's as though when I seem to be too happy,
the hand of fate falls from the sky and upsets me -
And the sun's diffused light helps me squint at the sky
As it faints, disappears, over landscape's dry hump,
And is replaced by the blackest of nights,
And though I know day will follow the darkness,
For now I cannot muster the will for fits,
the morass I'm stuck in may well be timeless.
I'd make the choice for my soul to be endless,
if I didn't know that my impatience would rend it,
Choosing to stay or choosing to go:
Two wrong answers, so ...
I choose wrongly, I know.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Another sultry evening spent in, pent up, panting, breathing most uneven, seeing nothing, merely seething in the dark. Unpleasantly reminded by a chide of voices deep inside, they tell me of the times ahead they wish we might avoid.
And so it seems that as I dream of better days and brighter things, the ghost of hope is choking me to sleep.
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Oh querida amada!
Seja minha linda namorada
Porque isto, inerentemente
Esperançosamente me unirá a você
E atarão lindos laços de verde e amarelo
Que ligarão nossa alma a um belo castelo
Cheio de magia forte de amor...
(In Portuguese, ellipsis have different uses)
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Pourquoi?
Feeling Dejected
Reflecting on Mistakes
Remaking the inner debates-
Imaginary-
In every shadow it awaits;
Pain feels real-
Game Feels Real-
But I don't believe
Won't believe that's it.
So I bottle it up, throttle it
and drink it away.
Solves everything. Anger? Sorrow? Boredom? Afraid of tomorrow?
Just drink. Repression? What's that?
**** you, I'll call it "Emotional Regression."
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First life had me thinking I'd be better dead and gone.
Second life changed not a thing, for living just felt wrong.
Third life did involve a knife, with prayers I don't revive.
Fourth life was just long and sad but somehow I survived.
Fifth life saw me take a bride and birth with her a son.
Sixth life they were long since dead and sadly I trudged on.
Seventh life is dark and grim, on thoughts of death I strive.
Eighth life leaves me phantom-like, I'm barely half-alive.
Ninth life and I'm begging God the tenth one won't arrive...
Conventionality,
Chic bestiality,
lay the rain up in the vein,
immortality now formality.
Laughing, running,
shunning, cumming.
Waking vomit,
morning sonnet,
eggs for breakfast,
shriveled, broken bluebonnets.
Stumbling, rumbling,
tumbling, crumbling.
Observing the fury, the cars passing by.
The dulls leaves float in the backyard
She watches them dash, like clouds in the sky.
He opens the door without speaking.
Crows glare down the telephone wires.
No words could explain and no action would suffice.
A distorted procession, she walks in with the fire.
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I felt crushed
by sadness
in cavalcades
lay badness
in shallow pits
I dragged it
into myself
I have it
my broken self
out of the sewer
a shish kebob
quartered and skewered
delicious mess
a beating drum
a plate left over
a broken sun
you're in my mind
and in my heart,
your lover won't
keep us apart
I tried to fight it
but lost my way
I pray to god
for one more day
I'll prove to you
I'm the right way
I'll take your heart
steal it away
remember when
we used to be
just people talking
smile happily
I'd say I liked you
and you did too
we were good friends but
it wasn't cool
I didn't know
your feelings grew
my feelings lied
it wasn't true
impossible
my own remorse
I thought I was good
but lost the course
you're in my mind
and in my heart,
your lover won't
keep us apart
I'll prove to you
I'm the right way
I'll take your heart
steal it away
I didn't know
your feelings grew
my feelings lied
it wasn't true
I didn't see
what I became
I left a friend
I'll try again
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Grounded in,
Reality,
I’d rather be,
than in a Fantasy.
Living life,
With certainty,
Absolute facts,
over theories.
Everything,
Explained,
My view on,
fantasy is strained.
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Heart is Blue
Losing Focus-
Gaining Truth
Leaving Home-
Need a Boost
Lover's Justice-
Tie the Noose
Life is Given-
Love is Taken-
Lights are livened-
Nerves are Shaken-
Facade is Breaking-
Dreams are Vacant-
Just need a rest-
Just need a drink-
All I need-
Some Time to Think
I've got nothing-
But the Kitchen,
Sink.
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Social constructs to explain
blunt phenomena,
gather the kids that act different
and give them this diagnosis
that explains everything
to make sure they're strange -
The signs develop gradually.
What labels do we make to navigate
the world within our own heads?
Some type of dissonance in ignorance,
but maybe all they need is distance.
Don't escape your closeness anymore,
humans need to touch to feel
and love and live and be real -
look me in the eyes
just once
just look me in the eyes
just once
please look me in the eyes
listen to me when I'm talking to you
why are you turned away
listen to me you ****
we're going to the store in just a minute and I won't get you those chicken nuggets you want
you have to sit up and look at me and say "hello, daddy," just like that
just look up and smile just once
what do I have to do
what do I have to beg you to do
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
It used to run so deep
Full of those beloved hues
Crimson and blues
Those were the simple days
Painting perfect portraits of faces
We'd only found in dreams
Such tones I'd never before seen
I'd send you my thoughts
Violet ink dripping from my words
But you would never listen
Not even from the start
And now the inkwell's dried up
Like the sea of my heart
Oh, that was when you were you
Before you shattered all I knew
I'd send you my thoughts
If I had any left
To think it was you who gave me
such vibrant shades of ink
Well, now I'm scraping the bottom of the vial
The bottom of a bottle stares back at me
And my scribblings are faded
Lacking any kind of richness
Devoid of soul
My favourite colour was always Islands.
But now
All of my words come out as
lonely sandbars.
I'd send you my thoughts
Violet ink dripping from my words
But you would never listen
Not even from the start
And now the inkwell's dried up
Like the sea of my heart
That everyone was
Dead or dumb?
That cat whose ninth life
lived out on tilt
A Story time sovereign
Tells ancient anecdotes
Full of jaded jokes
And left hooks crammed with quarters
Proselytizing on the soap box
Wondering why his sign language
Always falls on deaf ears
With a suitcase full of silver trophies
So polished they'd blind you
What's in a name,
what's in a game,
let's be insane,
if we can't be the same.
Perhaps I like the way you burn me on my face with cigarettes,
when I'm sleeping, dreaming, of my tongue touching your spinnerets,
when I wake I'll be erect, low tech, and about to wretch,
from the pain, zeal, and foolishness,
of lying next to you.
Touchdown.
Lift off.
Touchdown.
Lift off.
Downtown.
Get off.
The bottle beside the bed is broken.
The spiteful moon sheds
tidal tears;
whose waters gag the parched,
whose kiss inflames the wound,
whose breeze erodes the land.
"One ticket, please," the man, he said
He stepped on the train while the paper, he read
He bumped into Death, an old acquaintence
"How are you, my friend?" he asked with much patience.
Death replied, "I've missed you, comrade,
After she came with me, you seemed quite sad."
"How is she?" the man asked, "It's been quite a while."
"She's fine, don't fret," Death said with a smile.
"Are you ready to see her again? Are you fine?"
"No thank you, Death, it's not quite my time.
I'll see you and her again someday near,
But until then, my friend, have no fear."
The man tipped his hat, and bid Death adieu
He stepped off the train to a sight not-so-new
The train departed and the whistle blew its tune
And the man stepped outside, under the light of the moon
He knew his time was coming someday,
He and Death would soon walk the same way.
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2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
Many disenfranchised people
Do wind up with a hollow head,
And the walls that stand behind them
Will suddenly be painted red.
Today, I witnessed the death of a man.
There was a small note clenched in his hand.
The note read, “Send my daughter my love.”
An onlooker stared from the building above.
The onlooker took the note to the girl.
The girl was sad that she lost her whole world.
She asked Little Jimmy to come outside to play.
But Little Jimmy wasn’t home today.
Little Jimmy stole drugs from the girl’s mom.
He sold them on the streets with an eerie calm.
Little Jimmy’s dad needed the cash.
He was fighting cancer, and losing the battle fast.
Across the hall from Little Jimmy’s father’s room,
Death’s shadow lurked over a woman’s womb.
She tried to push her baby out to no avail.
The mother was in critical and her life support failed.
The mother’s husband watched in dismay.
For him, for everyone, it was a terrible day.
He walked down the street to mourn his loss.
He passed a bar window, through which a man was tossed.
This drunk knew his life was in its throes.
He picked a fight, punched the other in his nose.
The man whose wife died pulled out a gun,
And as he shot the drunk down, it was apparent who’d won.
The drunk curled up, down low, on the ground.
His pitiful whimpers were his only sound.
I looked on from a building above.
I comforted the drunk, whose wife no longer loved.
I watched as the life faded from his eyes.
And it hadn’t been the first time I’d seen somebody die, but,
Today I witnessed the death of a man
Who had a small note clenched in his hand.
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2012: Best (False?) Role Claim - Worst Town Performance (Group) - Best Mafia Performance (Group) - Best SK Performance - Best Overall Player
2013: Best Non-SK Neutral Performance
2014: Best Town Performance (Individual) - Best Town Performance (Group) - Most Interesting Role - Best Game - Best Overall Player
2015: Worst Mafia Performance (Group) - Best Read
2016: Best Town Performance (Group) - Best Town Player - Best Overall Player
My autonomy, a thought's light flurry,
The overall picture naught but a light breeze,
My actions ring heavy through my head,
and what I will choose to do fills me with dread:
To shy away from the truth is natural,
and to not know yourself is all too factual.
We don't have choices - not really.
I'd choose to be content and happy.
We would all be.
Let's say the sky's forever light,
And the orange-rimmed sun would shine:
Sunset would last forever, sublime,
A never-ending peace: all would be right.
But it isn't.
She chooses to split differences, I choose to flee,
we chose to avoid being merry.
It's as though when I seem to be too happy,
the hand of fate falls from the sky and upsets me -
And the sun's diffused light helps me squint at the sky
As it faints, disappears, over landscape's dry hump,
And is replaced by the blackest of nights,
And though I know day will follow the darkness,
For now I cannot muster the will for fits,
the morass I'm stuck in may well be timeless.
I'd make the choice for my soul to be endless,
if I didn't know that my impatience would rend it,
Choosing to stay or choosing to go:
Two wrong answers, so ...
I choose wrongly, I know.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Another sultry evening spent in, pent up, panting,
breathing most uneven, seeing nothing,
merely seething in the dark.
Unpleasantly reminded by a chide of voices
deep inside, they tell me of the times ahead
they wish we might avoid.
And so it seems that as I dream
of better days and brighter things,
the ghost of hope is choking me to sleep.
At last he falters
Falls down
Looks up
“Nevermore!”
He cries,
“Enough!
“No more lies!”
A rebel
At a writers desk-
A blizzard in the sands-
An angel fallen-
Into No Man’s Land?
Or a demon risen-
To Take a Stand?
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[Clan Flamingo]
She looks into a mirror, and all she sees is glare,
she looks outside a window, and then there's nothing there.
The reflection of the soul, says all there is to say,
but the reflection of its mind, will always end your day.