Spin spin the spiders thread,
Around the the throat it surely goes,
Spin spin the veins of blood,
A collar tight and cold,
Spin spin the threads of gold,
With honeyed words oh so sweet,
Spin spin the spiders thread,
For there is simply another fly in web,
Tools,
A thing created for a purpose,
To do a job,
That is what we are,
Tools with dreams,
Aspirations,
Goals,
But some of us are simply defective,
Tools that can only dream,
And wish not not be broken,
My grandfather had a saying “You have to wake up from a dream eventually” I never understood it till I was taken by the hedge.
i am, or at least was Jones Knight I was Biker at least it was a hobby of mine my actual job was construction and my wife worked as well she was the one who really provided for us. She was an accountant. We also had a young daughter crystal she was 10. I did everything I could to keep her happy and honestly I think she spent almost as much time on that bike as I did. One day I dropped her off as school and went to work. As I reached out to the handle a hand grabbed my
Outside is the pure white of snow,
The wind a biting cold,
My skin begins stinging,
The pain true and real,
Becoming more and more numb,
the pain fades all but with in,
If I remain even that will grow numb,
with a gentle tug,
some lives are shattered,
with ones left behind,
and new ones found,
some are pushed to break,
changed forever,
some just move,
and let it wash away
Eyes opened and filled with black,
upon the hill locked away,
kept in by the stone gate,
with fields of gray all around,
there you stand o black manor,
ominous and cold,
warm and welcoming,
there you stand,
standing as if calling me home,
Sometimes I dream,
Of a town,
I think and I ponder,
Of would they remember me,
Would they notice me gone,
A school with one more empty deck,
A house left empty,
A life left forgotten,
Memories left unmade,
Would they miss me,
Would they cry,
Would there be wishes of my return,
Or would just not realize,
Sadness ended before it began,
Because sometimes I wonder,
About a town without me.
Oh sweet thing,
with your wet face,
and quiet whimpers.
Take up the sword,
the one many of us wield.
Make every stoke have meaning,
make every stroke a reason.
Still the choice is yours,
whether to stain the silent white,
red or black.
Spin spin the spiders thread,
Around the the throat it surely goes,
Spin spin the veins of blood,
A collar tight and cold,
Spin spin the threads of gold,
With honeyed words oh so sweet,
Spin spin the spiders thread,
For there is simply another fly in web,
Tools,
A thing created for a purpose,
To do a job,
That is what we are,
Tools with dreams,
Aspirations,
Goals,
But some of us are simply defective,
Tools that can only dream,
And wish not not be broken,
Outside is the pure white of snow,
The wind a biting cold,
My skin begins stinging,
The pain true and real,
Becoming more and more numb,
the pain fades all but with in,
If I remain even that will grow numb,
with a gentle tug,
some lives are shattered,
with ones left behind,
and new ones found,
some are pushed to break,
changed forever,
some just move,
and let it wash away
Eyes opened and filled with black,
upon the hill locked away,
kept in by the stone gate,
with fields of gray all around,
there you stand o black manor,
ominous and cold,
warm and welcoming,
there you stand,
standing as if calling me home,
Sometimes I dream,
Of a town,
I think and I ponder,
Of would they remember me,
Would they notice me gone,
A school with one more empty deck,
A house left empty,
A life left forgotten,
Memories left unmade,
Would they miss me,
Would they cry,
Would there be wishes of my return,
Or would just not realize,
Sadness ended before it began,
Because sometimes I wonder,
About a town without me.
Oh sweet thing,
with your wet face,
and quiet whimpers.
Take up the sword,
the one many of us wield.
Make every stoke have meaning,
make every stroke a reason.
Still the choice is yours,
whether to stain the silent white,
red or black.
Your paling face on the screen,
seen by the life you saved
your words cutting like daggers,
his words like a whisper,
Your words that are a brand,
With you sleeves stained red
Rewind,
To a time when things were simple.
When i sat on my fathers lap and he told me it would all be okay,
To a time when i believed him.
Rewind,
Remember a time when the only place to look was up,
When i watched the moon shine down on me,
When i was the center of my own universe.
Before the world taught me to unlove myself.
Rewind,
To a time when I was brave.
When jumping off the roof was a feeble task,
Before the world taught me that it was temporary.
Rewind,
To a time when we were ignorant.
When me and my sisters and cousins lived unaware,
When we played in the pool,
Unaware of the monsters living in the garage,
Unaware of the
Darling I’m not broken
I’ve seen it all before.
trust when I say it’s not happiness behind that door.
Oh baby I’m not broken
My heart is still intact
it’s under lock and key somewhere
where it can’t be attacked.
Darling you say I’m sick,
That broken hearts are my goals
but excuse me for not wanting
my heart shot full of holes.
Oh sweetie please forgive me,
I’m only warning you.
Love is a truly a gamble.
And like all games, there are cheaters too.
Oh baby doll, oh honey.
I’m sitting here looking at you.
with eyes sparkling with innocence
oh how I pity you.
But go ahead an
Sonnet of the Shattered by AnimaliaCorvis, literature
Literature
Sonnet of the Shattered
Thoust body doth try to revoke panic,
still like death or mountain or stone idol,
yet thoust mind doth find itself frantic,
an eruption building within thy soul.
Cancerous these thoughts, growing and spreading,
consuming thy logic and willpower.
All thy resolve it doth begin cloaking,
forcing thy form to shiver and cower.
Lost like a white rabbit in a snowstorm,
blind to location and weeping inside,
no keep nor comrades held to keep it warm.
It moves on, despite having already died.
From warrior to peasant, weak and queer,
thou hath lost much, overtaken by fear.
I am just a boy that has had some pain from the past. What makes me different is that I'm pagan and how I deal with pain. I hope to show who I am on the inside and out. I will most likely stick with poetry but I may branch out. Also if you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask and I'll try my best to get back to you.
Favourite Visual Artist
I don't have one yet
Favourite Movies
I don't watch very many movies
Favourite TV Shows
Clannad
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Area 11, and Flight Case for Sushi
Favourite Books
I've read to many and can't decide but i tend to read ones that are fantasy or at leaste in the middle ages.
Favourite Writers
I don't have a favorite writer but i may end up with one one day.
Favourite Games
Lost Odyssey, and to many others
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
My large vocabulary, the many books I've read, and my knowledge of computers
i have a habit and a very bad habit of causing myself pain when ever i am very depressed or stressed out. It calms me down and today is the first day i drew blood, and it scares me. it scares the hell out of me and i fell like I'm drowning again. i can't afford to drown anymore if i break again its over and i dont think ill bounce back like i have before. the worst part is i gave up on poetry for this time being, my best relief, because im scare of what i will find inside my own head. i have never feared it so much before.
so i brought starburst gummies and they are so dang good
i have eaten 2 bags of them already and it been 5 minutes since i opened them.
in one weeks time i will be 200 lbs again if i go anywhere near them again XD
So I just watched episode 14 of Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World-.....
I sat there for about five minutes and then threw my cup at my tv (thank god I have terrible aim)
I have never been so angry at a anime as to through something, cry yes but never through anything
I am currently angry sad and disgusted all at the same time
Now I'm off to watch flying witch and destress
Oh ya my bed is soaked to bc it was a mostly full cup of water that was emptied on the back swing
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