Depression's an expression to express extreme emotions,
Feeling blue, depressed, you, decide not to take action,
And so, depression builds, you want it all to end,
You think of suicide, but by common sense abide, and do not take your life,
Think of happiness, and joy, not depressing circumstances, lose yourself in fancies,
Be happy, not depressed, lest you become, one with a touch of blue, who writes only to warn you,
Of depression, an expression, to define your deepest blue.
Tuesday 29 November 2011
Monday 28 November 2011
You are not alone
Poet's note: I haven't posted in a while, but that's mostly because I've abandoned poetry to my own blood. Now I know better, and I've fearfully picked the pen up again. But I hope my skills at poetry have not diminished. This is for the "Not Alone, All together" project, in which I have taken part. Enjoy.
Death.
Despair.
Seems familiar?
Disorientated.
Desperate.
You search uselessly for a way out.
Darkness boils within.
A bright angel, demolished.
Death beckons to you with a crooked finger.
The knife, it seems so tempting.
The gun, so innocent.
All it needs is a small movement of a suicidal muscle.
But stop.
There is hope in the darkness, a light,
The green exit sign entices you to a world of colour
From under his cowl, Death hisses in defiance.
But he can do no more than watch you go.
Pale hands steady your shaking feet
Walking out, tasting freedom so sweet
Ignore their teasing and raucous laughter
Your antagonistic reaction is what they're after
Shine your way out of fear
Hold on to hope that is so dear
Once you leave the monochrome behind
Happiness and colour is all you'll find
Five words, fallen angel, comes the voice from the phone
I cannot emphasize enough -- You are not alone.
Death.
Despair.
Seems familiar?
Disorientated.
Desperate.
You search uselessly for a way out.
Darkness boils within.
A bright angel, demolished.
Death beckons to you with a crooked finger.
The knife, it seems so tempting.
The gun, so innocent.
All it needs is a small movement of a suicidal muscle.
But stop.
There is hope in the darkness, a light,
The green exit sign entices you to a world of colour
From under his cowl, Death hisses in defiance.
But he can do no more than watch you go.
Pale hands steady your shaking feet
Walking out, tasting freedom so sweet
Ignore their teasing and raucous laughter
Your antagonistic reaction is what they're after
Shine your way out of fear
Hold on to hope that is so dear
Once you leave the monochrome behind
Happiness and colour is all you'll find
Five words, fallen angel, comes the voice from the phone
I cannot emphasize enough -- You are not alone.
Sunday 27 November 2011
Wayfaring Stranger
I wrote this in like, 30 minutes. So don't expect anything particularly impressive. I just felt like posting. Oh, and yes, it is named after the song :)
Wayfaring Stranger
Your face is burnt with age,
Your throat covered in stalagmites of sand,
The glisten of water in your eyes,
Lost in a desert of choice.
Grown old of waiting, have you?
Has the hurt withered your bones?
Strong once, brittle now,
You are long gone to the world.
Too scared to break hearts,
Where did that get you?
There’s no map down in this land
But you didn’t learn the routes.
There were many paths to take,
And many wonders to see.
But instead you only saw
This golden hell.
I feel pity for you,
Lonely and unfulfilled.
“If only, if only,”
You mutter everyday
Perhaps
You could have had something
But now you have nothing
And still can, but won’t.
Your fear rules you
As you learnt
Every action
Has a dire consequence
Stay in this place
With no words on your lips
No strength in your hands
You will always be weak
I’ll let you feel the roughness on your tongue
And taste the bitter aftertaste
As every time, you put them
Before you.
Wayfaring Stranger
Your face is burnt with age,
Your throat covered in stalagmites of sand,
The glisten of water in your eyes,
Lost in a desert of choice.
Grown old of waiting, have you?
Has the hurt withered your bones?
Strong once, brittle now,
You are long gone to the world.
Too scared to break hearts,
Where did that get you?
There’s no map down in this land
But you didn’t learn the routes.
There were many paths to take,
And many wonders to see.
But instead you only saw
This golden hell.
I feel pity for you,
Lonely and unfulfilled.
“If only, if only,”
You mutter everyday
Perhaps
You could have had something
But now you have nothing
And still can, but won’t.
Your fear rules you
As you learnt
Every action
Has a dire consequence
Stay in this place
With no words on your lips
No strength in your hands
You will always be weak
I’ll let you feel the roughness on your tongue
And taste the bitter aftertaste
As every time, you put them
Before you.
Monday 21 November 2011
The Trial of the Thief in Black
"We've gathered here today," he said
"To hopefully chop off the head
"Of one so daringly conceited
"She seems so nice, but don't be cheated!
"Thief in Black, she calls herself,
"And fights 'for greater good'
"A jar of hearts stands on her shelf
"All she says is falsehood!"
The man who spoke stood fat and tall,
He faced the crowd, spoke lies to all
In order to convince them that
Beloved Kal was just a prat
The throng believed his every word
They jeered and 'boo'ed so loud
A bemused chuckle wasn't heard
From the lady in the crowd
A grandiose poster was unfolded
The Thief's shy smile was then beholded
By every person in the crowd
Who held chins high and solemnly vowed
"THE THIEF IN BLACK WILL SEE HER END
"WITHOUT A HOPE, A CARE, A FRIEND
"SHE WILL BE FOUND,
"AND LOSE HER HEAD!!"
Then suddenly, a blinding light
Made all the people freeze with fright
A group of people, standing tall
A man in purple adressed all:
"To say the Thief will die alone
"Is only your ignorance shown
"'Cause as you see, she has her share
"Of people who always love and care."
The lady who had laughed before
Laughed once again and her friends saw
The lovely lady in the crowd
Why, it was Kal, and off she bound
She joined her friends and hugged her love
Rain started pouring from above
They dissappeared in clouds of smoke
The crowd was left outside to choke
They landed in a grassy plain
The sun was shining down again
Over the big group of friends
To Kal, right then, they seemed godsends.
"To hopefully chop off the head
"She seems so nice, but don't be cheated!
"Thief in Black, she calls herself,
"And fights 'for greater good'
"A jar of hearts stands on her shelf
"All she says is falsehood!"
The man who spoke stood fat and tall,
He faced the crowd, spoke lies to all
In order to convince them that
Beloved Kal was just a prat
The throng believed his every word
They jeered and 'boo'ed so loud
A bemused chuckle wasn't heard
From the lady in the crowd
A grandiose poster was unfolded
The Thief's shy smile was then beholded
By every person in the crowd
Who held chins high and solemnly vowed
"THE THIEF IN BLACK WILL SEE HER END
"WITHOUT A HOPE, A CARE, A FRIEND
"SHE WILL BE FOUND,
"AND LOSE HER HEAD!!"
Then suddenly, a blinding light
Made all the people freeze with fright
A group of people, standing tall
A man in purple adressed all:
"To say the Thief will die alone
"Is only your ignorance shown
"'Cause as you see, she has her share
"Of people who always love and care."
The lady who had laughed before
Laughed once again and her friends saw
The lovely lady in the crowd
Why, it was Kal, and off she bound
She joined her friends and hugged her love
Rain started pouring from above
They dissappeared in clouds of smoke
The crowd was left outside to choke
They landed in a grassy plain
The sun was shining down again
Over the big group of friends
To Kal, right then, they seemed godsends.
Saturday 19 November 2011
CHAN!
I used only photoshop for this, so no trees were cut down for this drawing.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
My gang
I walked the streets, my friends behind me, strolling down the lane,
Pyro, Kal, Octa and Hellboy, Red and Venice Rain,
Aquila and Dragona too, join with me every one of you,
there's Skyril, Quinn, Krane, Niall and,
watch as more will join and band,
There's Everisse and Lenka here, as each one joins we laugh and cheer,
Vivianna Spark as well, oh so many more to tell,
Ayesha, NJ, Mar-Chu still, more must come, I'm sure they will,
Rubescent Sunshine, Nyx Dawn arrive, it just makes us feel more alive,
Gepard Valk, falls from the skies, to land among us with cheers and cries,
Our party is almost complete, there's one more person, we need to meet,
Down from the sky, a Golden God, with radiant eyes, on clouds he trod,
But then he took a mighty leap, and landed straight, not in a heap,
He stared at us and then we bowed, to Golden God, and shouted loud,
"Be welcome, here, O' Golden one, who shines far brighter than the sun,"
And on we went, into the sunlight, each one of us, shining as bright.
Pyro, Kal, Octa and Hellboy, Red and Venice Rain,
Aquila and Dragona too, join with me every one of you,
there's Skyril, Quinn, Krane, Niall and,
watch as more will join and band,
There's Everisse and Lenka here, as each one joins we laugh and cheer,
Vivianna Spark as well, oh so many more to tell,
Ayesha, NJ, Mar-Chu still, more must come, I'm sure they will,
Rubescent Sunshine, Nyx Dawn arrive, it just makes us feel more alive,
Gepard Valk, falls from the skies, to land among us with cheers and cries,
Our party is almost complete, there's one more person, we need to meet,
Down from the sky, a Golden God, with radiant eyes, on clouds he trod,
But then he took a mighty leap, and landed straight, not in a heap,
He stared at us and then we bowed, to Golden God, and shouted loud,
"Be welcome, here, O' Golden one, who shines far brighter than the sun,"
And on we went, into the sunlight, each one of us, shining as bright.
Friday 18 November 2011
KAL AND OCTA!
...Octa's head is lopsided....
HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Horray! Better coloured version!!
And Octa's head is no longer lopsided!
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Joy of Life
A whispered lie, a silver blade
The deed is done, the man is slayed
And she escapes, not one sound made;
'Tis the way of the assassin
A glint of sunlight caught his eye
A rustle of some leaves nearby
An arrow in the air does fly;
'Tis the way of the huntsman
A frightened ghasp rings through the night
A child awakes, he sweats with fright
He wipes his tears, turns on the light;
'Tis the way of nightmares
A page filled all up to the brim
A story, poem, song or hymn
Are thing a writer takes pride in;
'Tis the joy of life
The deed is done, the man is slayed
And she escapes, not one sound made;
'Tis the way of the assassin
A glint of sunlight caught his eye
A rustle of some leaves nearby
An arrow in the air does fly;
'Tis the way of the huntsman
A frightened ghasp rings through the night
A child awakes, he sweats with fright
He wipes his tears, turns on the light;
'Tis the way of nightmares
A page filled all up to the brim
A story, poem, song or hymn
Are thing a writer takes pride in;
'Tis the joy of life
Monday 14 November 2011
Hear ye, hear ye! (Ok, I was really stuck for a title).
I bet you can guess who this one's dedicated to!
Ok, I know this is pretty bad. Well, some sections especially. But it's the thought that counts, right?
Ok, I know this is pretty bad. Well, some sections especially. But it's the thought that counts, right?
Down by the riverside,
Beneath a blossomed tree,
Sat a beautiful princess,
Laughing merrily.
One could believe that she understood
How joyous life could be.
She was a true princess
Not by marriage or birth, but heart,
She had a smile brighter than 1000 suns
And although in books she mayn’t be smart
Her charm and grace took their place
Within her peoples hearts.
Her prince, he was a tyrant,
Their love was sweet but short.
And he was blacked out of the family tree
But she- far sadder than she’d thought,
As he left to marry another
Woman that he sought.
But the good people helped her,
And things started to get better.
New love began to flower-
A lady and a professor,
And another left a girl,
Who certainly was much lesser.
The said ‘another’ came to court,
A gentle smile in hand,
He said, “I am the poet
Known throughout this land.
I should like to see the princess,”
He said in a voice so grand.
They took him to her chamber,
Where she sat in a man’s uniform.
“I am guarding my heart,” she said, she said,
“Protecting it from harm.”
And so, she rose and looked at him,
Cold and strong and calm.
Boldly, without a smile she stood,
But this was not what he could see,
“I hope you know, my darling,
That your heart would be safe with me.”
And so he leaned in, and kissed her,
Softly, gently.
She looked into his eyes,
And not another word she said,
But he knew, and how he knew,
What lay inside her head.
Her heart was always his,
Always will and always had.
And love was this and this it was,
Of patience, trust and hope,
And my two friends, the lovers,
I pray they do not elope.
For we do wish to see them,
And how they smile and how they cope.
The world is such, a mystery,
Where love falls in and out,
But only the most beautiful,
Is where ‘you’ is what it’s about-
I heard that love is selfless,
And kind and good throughout.
And although I don’t see it,
Perhaps one day I will,
But now I can watch the lovers,
My poet and my girl,
My lady and my professor,
And many more as well.
And I end this with a message
Of two engagements, and thus two rings,
They shall be married by the riverside,
Where the blossoms do flower so pink.
And I shall be there to see them,
And of their happiness I will sing.
Please tell me that poem just made sense... (I'm sorry! My inner editor hasn't died yet!)
Friday 11 November 2011
Does nothing
Every breath that enters
Feels like it just sits in my lungs
And does nothing
For fun.
Thinking of you
Drives me insane
And causes me to write a love poem
That, I think, is lame.
Last time this happened
I was unhappy with the end
So I think we should just remain
Friends.
You’ll probably never read this poem
Hopefully,
But if by some amazing consequence you do
(and know that this is for you)
Don’t think less of me.
Feels like it just sits in my lungs
And does nothing
For fun.
Thinking of you
Drives me insane
And causes me to write a love poem
That, I think, is lame.
Last time this happened
I was unhappy with the end
So I think we should just remain
Friends.
You’ll probably never read this poem
Hopefully,
But if by some amazing consequence you do
(and know that this is for you)
Don’t think less of me.
My present to Pyro
From the sky, a star did fall, with blinding light, it silenced all,
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
A trail of fire, in its wake, as it walked, the ground did shake,
The boy walked on, the crowd amazed, his unruly hair, continued to blaze,
Until he came to one old mage, who blinked at the heat but kept his gaze,
He put his finger to the brow, of the child, who somehow,
began to grow, and brighten still, and he kept growing up until,
The mage broke contact, the light grew dimmer, but still the heat made the air shimmer,
Then from the crowd, stepped forth a group, a varied, different and colourful troupe,
They welcomed him with open arms, and he was dazzled by their charms,
he smiled and then, began to grin, at each new friend, who greeted him,
He laughed a laugh, that sent a shower, of fiery lights, that burned for hours,
up and up they soared and spun, twinkled and dimmed, one by one,
The sorcerer, took him home, and brought him up, as if his own,
The boy grew older, until one day, the mages came back, with something to say,
They said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PYRO-DAWN!
Happy birthday Pyro, hope you like the poem!
Chan
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
A trail of fire, in its wake, as it walked, the ground did shake,
The boy walked on, the crowd amazed, his unruly hair, continued to blaze,
Until he came to one old mage, who blinked at the heat but kept his gaze,
He put his finger to the brow, of the child, who somehow,
began to grow, and brighten still, and he kept growing up until,
The mage broke contact, the light grew dimmer, but still the heat made the air shimmer,
Then from the crowd, stepped forth a group, a varied, different and colourful troupe,
They welcomed him with open arms, and he was dazzled by their charms,
he smiled and then, began to grin, at each new friend, who greeted him,
He laughed a laugh, that sent a shower, of fiery lights, that burned for hours,
up and up they soared and spun, twinkled and dimmed, one by one,
The sorcerer, took him home, and brought him up, as if his own,
The boy grew older, until one day, the mages came back, with something to say,
They said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PYRO-DAWN!
Happy birthday Pyro, hope you like the poem!
Chan
Thursday 10 November 2011
Happy Birthday Pyro!!
Happy birthday, Lord of Flame
Humorous and bright
You burn and bring a smile to all
A friend, a hope, a light
Good company you always are
And surely'll always be
Your funny words, your roll of eyes
Make me laugh with glee
You're a brilliant, delightful friend
I think I speak for all
Happy birthday, Lord of Flame
From me, Red Waterfall
PS: there actually is a cat haunting my room! o.0
And I'm posting it on your b-day in Israel Time :D
Humorous and bright
You burn and bring a smile to all
A friend, a hope, a light
Good company you always are
And surely'll always be
Your funny words, your roll of eyes
Make me laugh with glee
You're a brilliant, delightful friend
I think I speak for all
Happy birthday, Lord of Flame
From me, Red Waterfall
PS: there actually is a cat haunting my room! o.0
And I'm posting it on your b-day in Israel Time :D
Monday 7 November 2011
Wattpad help. Could really use you guys.
http://www.wattpad.com/2529237-bitten-watty-awards-2011-chapter-1
Could you guys PLEASE vote for every chapter?????? It would mean SO much to me.
Could you guys PLEASE vote for every chapter?????? It would mean SO much to me.
Sunday 6 November 2011
Defiance by Hellboy
Why doesn't life run with me? Why does it always drag me the other way?
I try to write
But I cannot
For comes a time that my confusion
Sorrow
Anger
And frustration
Join together and sit,
Weighing me down
Daring me to write.
I defy you, malignant being,
Foul, bottomless feeling of failure.
For I will write forever more,
And there's naught you can do about it.
Not pain,
Nor confusion,
Nor sorrow,
Nor anger,
Nor any kind of frustration
Will hold me ransom and steal away my light.
Because I have more to live for
Than be a servant to your will.
"This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do."
I have posted this with the permission of Hellboy.
I try to write
But I cannot
For comes a time that my confusion
Sorrow
Anger
And frustration
Join together and sit,
Weighing me down
Daring me to write.
I defy you, malignant being,
Foul, bottomless feeling of failure.
For I will write forever more,
And there's naught you can do about it.
Not pain,
Nor confusion,
Nor sorrow,
Nor anger,
Nor any kind of frustration
Will hold me ransom and steal away my light.
Because I have more to live for
Than be a servant to your will.
"This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do."
I have posted this with the permission of Hellboy.
Saturday 5 November 2011
Hello all!
I am writing a story in chapters. It's not a fanfic, just something I randomly thought of and started to write. I would really really like it if any of you read what I have so far :)
www.just-me-in-the-dark.blogspot.com
Thanks!
I am writing a story in chapters. It's not a fanfic, just something I randomly thought of and started to write. I would really really like it if any of you read what I have so far :)
www.just-me-in-the-dark.blogspot.com
Thanks!
Wednesday 2 November 2011
Ode to Octalista
A girl so kind, a boy so wise,
Amongst emerald grass and purple skies,
They stare into each other's eyes,
The perfect, perfect couple.
When they're together angels sing,
The girl presents him with a ring,
The diamond in it, dazzling,
The very best proposal.
Now down the aisle, dressed in white,
There comes Kallista, quite a sight,
Her beauty shines, a blinding light,
Pefection half completed.
She's greeted by the groom and he,
Is wonderfully good company,
They dance with joy and laugh with glee,
As man and wife, forever.
Amongst emerald grass and purple skies,
They stare into each other's eyes,
The perfect, perfect couple.
When they're together angels sing,
The girl presents him with a ring,
The diamond in it, dazzling,
The very best proposal.
Now down the aisle, dressed in white,
There comes Kallista, quite a sight,
Her beauty shines, a blinding light,
Pefection half completed.
She's greeted by the groom and he,
Is wonderfully good company,
They dance with joy and laugh with glee,
As man and wife, forever.
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