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Space flight cancelled, backtrack to the terminal, gotta find you before I leave Take you with me on a journey through the star-sea, in time, we'll climb high Together again, I'll hold your hand as our minds meld and we bask in the sushine A new craze, stay away from lazy daze days and beats that lock you in place Only that which moves will ever replace the gloomy face, like a relay race I gotta take a chance and make a play, begin again no more, love is over - What do the words I write mean? Nothing more than things I wish could be Dreams, silly things, whatever will better hide me away from having to begin You answered a call, I offered a chance to b-ball, neither had the rules on hand And so we collapsed into who is and what then, ourselves hidden in mists As if, I gave you everything I wanted and nothing more, what you gave Was nothing I cared about, just wanted to play a game, well no more. Attack you so you attack me so I can bleed and justify my life to me If you aren't the same then you're a victim, but I'm not sorry You'd watch it burn, I'd cut you down, final act, end of play in sight You wouldn't survive my night, couldn't take my plight Not that I'm special, I just don't lose fights, in my mind I'll always be right 'Cause what I feel is the only thing real, no matter what you say I'll never realize an ideal. Just leave me alone and live your life, I was born on a dead-end street And I have neither the desire nor will to leave the home chosen for me Alone is where I'll always be, so go, be whoever you can be I don't want to turn into anyone else but me. - Like the Hecatonchires, I have a hundred fists. Your many faces won't be any help, I'll beat you out of you until you see yourself as a singular you. If you become more then I'll take responsibility for that, too, and keep punching until I'm through. - This silence, it tingles, A race down my spine trapping me in time I lost it, then I lost it again to find That I must keep pace, and not let anything Else on my mind, keep me from falling behind The slow but steady climb up these stairs to heaven Who knows what I'll find? Every step brings a thousand Shifts in my style and rhyme I just need to climb Higher and higher, can't stop here, a love gone blind A tower I now must climb alone, I've climbed so high now, But even further I must go Don't get swept undertow Let it flow, run from the glow As head crashes down on a marshmallow cloud I'm displaced into space, my world no longer round I can go anywhere, no longer bound - You sowed these seeds of disorder, Laid claim to the lands between the border Now you're caught in the battle between Two sides, chaos and order Only thing keeping you here Is a veil, can you keep it on? Once they who you are, They'll start dropping bombs. dump poetry, about me and other depressing people. ---------------- |
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thanks! gonna take that as a challenge, this is not rad.  i wanna change my username to bonezjobber now though.peter parker wore a pair of black lace panties as he picked at his speckled pear. The sound of falling coins sparked from his speakers, "thanks, bonezjobber! love you!" he said, and blew a kiss at the webcam. "400 more and I'll show you my rear end!" he bent over and spanked his rear end for the webcam. more coins falling. "thank you so much, roy1940! and sohotsoreadysowhen! almost guys!!" he sat back down and started to eat his pear, slurping loudly and making lewd noises. "mmm, sooOOO good!" he moaned, and leaned in to read the chatbox, after sticking his tongue out at the camera. smiling, he typed, "i love drinking cum, would you let me drink yours?" and sat back, returning to his mastication. not long after, more coins fell through his speakers, and he giggled, then laughed. "oh, wow! you're the best, everbeenhiltedbyshrek! thank you so much! and no I haven't, how was it?" he smiled widely, and bent over, dropping his panties as again coins fell. the scene now shifts to the man behind the username, who closes the window, and moves his mouse to another tab, clicking. a large black butt appears, being spread open. "just a little more, and I'll gently caress my rear end for y'all! mmm, come on babies!" moaned his speakers. - Shattered hall, a howl triumphant, watch as I don a cowl Not so gracefully, it swings around and hitches in my belt, it's skulls I pull it out and stand my ground. Born in battle I was swung around by my umbilical cord same as I would later my sword Tied to a rope I swing it to and fro, dancing around mad as a clown, I drown you out with a sound In my ears, honed after years of blasting bass and grinding gears, cutting you down as I do my fears - Spectral flood, ghosts blood, triangular shapes and then off to my nuts A curious shape, three dots inside of three curves, signifying souls in bodies Standing up, tipped over, upside down That's how my ideas flow, do something unrelated and in through the window comes something I don't know what, never really care, anything I haven't seen is more than enough to make me stare "Kan re nao" ringing in my ears, no hustle or bustle in my muscle, and too dry for tears Semen and poo poo cover my bed, my breath smells like what I will when I'm dead, inside my head is nothing except when it's soul crushing, and speaking of the soul, I don't know how much is left but I'll get it, one of these days, yeah, catch it In the crossfire of my airways, burnt up from a constant hunger to blaze - but at least now I got a deeper voice, The better with which to assume my role as the devils choice advocate, telling you what you could do to be cool If you'd only grab it, take my hand, you fool now it's a habit, what can't you understand about you doing you It's never good, just self-defeating, leading yourself on a journey so fleeting only to return, why not stay there? Don't come just go, further and further until you can't no 'mo, if only I didn't get so bored, a need to change my mode So often I can't just ignore it, I need to be new or everything will be boring, but I'm finding a place in the interspace, a mooring. - I want out of here, I want anywhere but here, I want to leave. I want to go away. I don't care where as long as it's not here. Take me away, oh God, take me away - and he does. And I go. And I fly. And I see... Trees, clouds, lights, fading, darkness, I'm in space now. I turn around. I see stars, billions of them, each their own. Some are even more when you get up close, some less. Many share qualities, if not quantities. They don't move much, instead let others see them in different perspectives. They want to flicker, and be hard to reach, it feels. If you got close to them, you'd know them, and they don't want that - so they stay so far that if you traveled to them, they may just be gone. They'll never touch you, but with great effort, you may touch them. Is it worth it? If you deem it so. They are worlds of their own, with all that implies. - F2/13 Dear Journal, Went to work, clocked in, second shift. Nothing particularly interesting happened, but... The presence. I didn't feel it today. It was here all week, but not today. Where did it go? F4/13 Dear Journal, I burned a sick day, just needed some time to myself. Went to the forest again, decided I had been here enough, time to explore off the paths. Total times smacked in face by branch: 9, by spiderweb: 3, by realization that I was now lost: 1. I entered the forest at around 10 AM. It is now 4:29 AM. I am going to bed. F13/13 Dear Journal Well, aside from sleeping two full days, nothing interesting has been happening. I don't mind this, after all that happened. Finally completed my vase, just need to paint it. Still haven't decided what I'll do with it; I enjoyed making it, but it took a lot out of me. Maybe I'll sell it, probably wouldn't even make cost back. F15/13 hey journal i don't have a lot of time things are out of control what was that thing where gently caress it's F14/13 Huh, you're right where I left you. Well, I didn't use you for much before, but now, boy, do I have a lot to tell you, journal. Before tomorrow comes again, and I die again - wait, if I use you, maybe... Huh. Well, let's get started, then. Well, Journal, you know me, I'm Grant David Jones. I'm 35, well, anyway, I'm single, how about you haha, just kidding uh, anyway Journal... what am I doing? No matter what I write, come tomorrow, I'll be dead and back to the beginning of the week. But everything stays destroyed. The monster comes, destroys it all, kills me, and I come back. It sounds so crazy because it is! Why is this happening? Nothing is even left anymore, except for you, Journal. I hadn't thought about you in forever, but then I had nowhere to go. When I found you after digging in the rubble where my home That the pen that was clipped to it's cover still worked But I haven't written in you all week, why is what I wrote so long ago still there? Will this stay when I die tomorrow? Why do only I remain the same? I see nothing but rubble, debris around me. It's the same everywhere a week from here. I don't know about beyond that, the monster never lets me go farther than that. I will die tomorrow and come back, to die in a week. I know you're just a journal, but you're more than enough to me. In you is a me before this week. I feel there's little more I can hope for now but continuity, and a farther hope, that perhaps someone will read this. i don't have more to write right now, though, journal. but perhaps next cycle. - my bed is nice and clean, relatedly. man I write a lot, never really noticed, it just happens. zidane13 fucked around with this message at 03:06 on Apr 4, 2016 ---------------- |
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Saint Isaias Boner posted:always someone worse. I enjoy drawing more than drawing well. that's probably an issue.   
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   just out my window. I see a calm face in the clouds, head being massaged by many hands. ---------------- |
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     good morning! another silver day, but at least it started nice!    played with some stuff, looks kinda cool. zidane13 fucked around with this message at 12:10 on Apr 11, 2016 ---------------- |
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oh man that's cool
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Reminiscence of JRPG Tragic past, magic cast, the blade is swung again, too fast, no crit still hit just not enough to move that bar To the left, to the left, yeah best guess is it's around 30% dead wish this drat game had numbers instead To the left yeah as I go right, toss a magic trap ahead of me, Fire Strike Mine +5, just in time Beautiful effects and then I'm behind the beast, the tail does less damage than the teeth So I grit mine and Hold Ground, Vigor Up then cut away at it's foul behind Eventually it dies, I don't level up and its loot is far behind what I attained fighting a stronger brute. Up the mountain I climb, higher and higher, towards the -Floating Temple Arkaiotekno- above a pire higher Together blocking out my sun, it looks really cool, well done artists, but these encounters won't stop coming I'm running from them now because it's just no fun, anyway, finally I've reached the Stairway to Heaven's Gate, Floor 1 Of 255. gently caress this game I'm out, these designers are total cunts. I don't care that I can skip half, it's bullshit and I'm done. .... .... It's three days past and of that trial too, and not long after that the final confrontation with Dark Master Asmodeudoom Yeah did that too, he had 3 forms and I just tore through, now I'm at floor 252 and, man, what am I doing? This sucks worse than that mountain, worse than that mini-game, worse than that cutscene But whatever, I've come this far, and they say the secret boss is fun and hard Why do I want that? What else is there to do? Floor 254 has a save point and, honestly, a really nice decor I stand before a door, in the stars, surrounded by nebulae With every step I take they change, perhaps age, finally As I confirm that I realize this is the point of no return Everything fades away into darkness. ..... ..... That was it? After all that? I stun-locked it in the corner For over 2 hours, I cut away I can watch all the cutscenes on the main menu now, yay gently caress video games. ---------------- |
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Waves crashing, blades clashing, sand in our eyes, my feet slipping... He fell, too. Onto my blade, I pierced his stomach as he slid into my throat. We pushed deep into each other, until we fell away, under the waves. ---------------- |
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 I don't...I don't know.     I believe I make good drawings that make you say, "That's just great. Never again." zidane13 fucked around with this message at 17:40 on Apr 25, 2016 ---------------- |
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MrWillsauce posted:p crope i'd like to make cool stuff like the truly talented people in this thread, but right now I can only hope to inspire from the other direction. you can only do better than me. 
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