|I sketched this little guy on the corner of a page I was using to work out rough ideas. He now resides on my desk. He watches me. Why is he always watching me? I'm scared.|
Your ShoesYou're leaving here soonYour Shoes by Gonad-The-Destroyer
But you're not leaving me
You're doing what's best for you
I would do the same thing
If I were in your shoes
But your feet are too damn small
13 Years Of Mental Health"You're feeling ill?13 Years Of Mental Health by Gonad-The-Destroyer
Just take these pills
Then you don't need them anymore
Here you go
Take these instead
You say they only make it worse?
I'll increase the dosage
For good measure we'll add some of these as well
Give it some time
The side affects will go away
Why have you stopped coming to see me?"
NaPoWriMo Day 11 - I'm not goingObey God’s rules,NaPoWriMo Day 11 - I'm not going by RanaElaseim
as dictated by human servants,
get to Heaven eternal,
world of peace eternal,
existence of happiness eternal.
The image of that peace?
In awe of God, we bow
In love of God,
we love only Him.
And where does that leave the life we lived?
The people we loved,
the bonds we made?
Do we forget them all?
Is the love for each other forgotten, unneeded
in the eyes of God?
The goodness I forge in my life,
the dedication to those whom I call loved ones,
will not be forsaken, even for God.
If God wanted me a mindless, bowing
servant, than He should have kept me
by His side.
If god loves me for me,
for the good expectations I hold for
it will let me live and love the world
and expect nothing less than that love
while standing before it in eternity.
If God’s Heaven is the land of worship,
you will not see me there.
I will burn in the fires of my actions,
in the love I made my foundation in life.
No God will take that from me,
and if it is His will to
Other Half in Illusion-PoetryOther Half in IllusionOther Half in Illusion-Poetry by nursal1060
Dark and Light;
Night and Day;
Fire and Water;
Earth and Air;
Sun and Moon;
Love and Hate;
Black and White;
Tight and Loose;
Large and Small;
Life and Death;
Opposites that rely on each other
Or else they cease to exist.
It’s like a shadow
No human can live in the life without a shadow.
Like no shadow is made
Without someone to block the light.
They are one and the same
Like similar opposites.
So many times
I’ve crossed the line
And I’m not sure
What side is right
And what side to stray from.
I can’t tell the difference
Happiness and Sadness;
Dreams and Reality;
Fact and Fiction;
Earth and Heaven;
War and Peace;
Truth and Lies;
Conformity and Freedom;
Strength and Weakness;
Left and Right;
Concerning and Aloofness;
Everything and Nothing.
Outside the LinesWe see colors but notOutside the Lines by Iago-de-Xibalba
A grotesque manifested
rainbow whose hues have
drawn thin and thick -
twisted - snarled - vicious -
without law; chaotic.
What will draw our visions to fine
Is it an omniscience above us?
Is it the affection of another
that makes flee chaos?
Shall the poet, (from insomniac contention)
construct from rubble and refuse
clarity - calm perfection -
a centre; alien to confusion's reign,
a blueprint by which to
know the latitude of a sensical shape?
Can the poet perform any duty
more loyal and regal
than affixing a sabled truth
to our so short lives?
But, for as much as I've read,
I'm still a kindergartner coloring outside
Remember MeMost of us are always trying to reach higher,Remember Me by dreams-and-starlight
Trying to achieve each successive goal.
And so, we are forever stuck in the land
Of "Not Quite Good Enough."
Almost good enough, but not quite.
We like to believe that
We're alive for a reason.
A deep, meaningful reason
That will allow us to be remembered
For generations to come.
And, while we're at it,
That reason might as well help to save the world.
That is, after all, because we want to be remembered
As the hero of a fairytale story that's not quite a fairy tale
Because it's real.
But, imagine what would happen
If everyone who ever lived was
Vividly remembered by all people
Who died after them.
What a pain, to have to memorize
The names, characteristics and actions
Of every person who ever lived.
People we wouldn't take the time to care about anyhow.
Why, it'd take us our whole lives
Even if we could live forever.
And so, we are stuck in a cycle
Of life and death,
Of each coming generation,
Thinking, "how can I be remembered"?
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Print preference: Finger
Favourite genre of music: Metal
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Favourite style of art: Manga
Operating System: Circulatory
Shell of choice: Diamondback Terrapin
Skin of choice: Scabies
Favourite cartoon character: Shin Nohara
Personal Quote: Every hole is a chance for glory!