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Horrors of Today and War
Each day learning of the loss of another brother
No end in sight, still hiding behind cover
No progress really made
Just debris and signs of a gernade
Empty shells on the city's grounds
Bodies forming into mounds
Months into years
Time building the mother's tears
The son's soul begins to fail
As he watches the coffings piled near the plane's rail
He puts his helmet back on, turns his back once more, walks away
Into that heat, back into the dust kicked up by the wind
Gets ready to patrol again, just like any other day
He realizes how, in his younger years, he was so blind
Rifle on his back, training in his mind, eyes open
He walks down the street, watching all his fellow comrades
He remembers the bullshit he was fed in basic, and now their slogan
"Though we walk the shadow of the valley of death, we will fear no evil, for we are the baddest mother fuckers in the valley!"
He heres pops and wizzes
Instinctively drops down, prone
He hears a rush of all his mom's wishes
He see's his fellow
Your thoughts can no longer invade my mind
I am free from the bonds of your censorship
No more can your views and images condescend
For when I take your control away, I take your kingship
Individuality is the cure to the disease
Seperation stops our minds starvation
With our minds free we can all think with ease
For no more will we suffer from a bound mind's devestation
I can feel your hand losing it's might
Your light fading into the dark
Your intuition fading from our realm of light
No more seclusion inside your failing ark
Spread our influence
Make our difference
Eradicate where you once stand
Fade away like civilizations to sand
Crush your fortress of suppression
Feed our growing aggression
You'll see our despise
As we all begin to rise
We will one day set the flames of change
One that everyone will heed
Extending the once stricken mind's range
As our minds expand and with knowledge begin to feed
To The Deceiver
Why must you lie to me
Make me search the darkness for the truth
Why must you betray and flee
Make me hear you're lies and watch them soothe
No more will I listen
No more will I tolerate
No more will your kind decieving face glisten
No more will your lies asphyxiate
Free of your grasp I will soon be
Free of your presence I strive
Out of my life you must become
Into the world of dark cold streams
Ravaging my soul like a storm
No more will your hand silence my screams
I'll watch you fall from your pedestal
I'll be the one to take your last breath exhaled
There I'll leave you to become your wicked form of Angelic Astryal
For what I've done I'll welcome the fiery gates with flames wreathed
But in my opinion
I do not fall into the Devil's dominion
For my crime has been validated
By the very essence of your victims hatred
For should I get the chance
To cross your path once more
I'll complete my severance
For I hate you to my very core.
Creeping up on you
Slowly devouring the air
Closing the gap
It will leave
It hasn't seen
It doesn't know your there.
You will lose
Surely there is something
Find the moment
Search the signs
Time will come
Look for the inevitable
It's your chance
Slow onyx oozing
Ravens circle under shadow
Jaundiced stringy limbs
Seeking vital outlets
In deadened veins
Loveless blackheart city
Cold sprawling refuge
Of prone unknowing souls.
I wander through this malicious chaos,
looking for a way out.
Searching for the true me.
The hallways are dark,
But light with the souls
of those who died here.
The haunting noise of the grandfather clock,
ringing in my ears.
Echoing through the halls.
I begin to panic.
I cant see you anymore.
But I know you are near me.
I feel your eyes on my back,
Your breath on my neck.
Your essence swallowing me.
Will I ever see the light of day again?
Or will I die here,
here in the darkness that you have created.
Visceral thoughts twist,
voices draw near.
Deaths raking up souls,
heart bleeds in fear.
Words of fire burn,
Sin shows its hand,
Deafened by shrieks,
the air falls silent.
My end has come,
bloodied and violent.
entangled with pain.
Bestow to the soil,
my shattered remains.
That Little White Lie
Seeing the pain on her face...
Exposing her to life...
Destroys like fire on lace...
Killing her innocence like a knife...
All it would take would be some knowledge...
Of a hidden secret...
So here on this cliff I stand..on edge...
For sure...telling her would be a life long regret...
Should I step out of the shadows...
Betray my acts of secrecy...
Or let her never dwidle with her woes...
Being a eternal prisoner to her fermility...
Guilt does truely envelope its victim...
Taking his soul on a whim...
Tearing her heart apart...
Showing her that love's nonexistance is the start...
Helplessly watching her fall down in the abyss...
Lies transfering with your every kiss...
Supporting that her ignorance is her bliss...
Hoping that with her eyes, truth is almost a miss...
Holding her hand...
Wrecklessly killing her trust...
Watching the slow tumble of the grains of sand...
For her, into this whirlpool of pain and seduction, you thrust...
Raping her of her security...
Tauntilizing her loyalty
Girl In Trouble
The girl sits in her room
Surrounded by her inner gloom
Dark and cold like a tomb
Wanting protection unseen since the womb
All she can do is inflict her wound
Sit there and hope it will go away
Hoping that somone will care someday
Her blood rushing, heart does pound
Her ears correspond with her senses
As she jerks from the pain in her veins
She can only ignore the pretenses
As her consciousness drains
How did she get this way
Broken and lost
Life kills her every day
Like a early morning frost
Why does her hate encumber all
How can she watch herself fall
Does she really think her meaning so small
Where is the man when she crawls
Unable to get help
Fire running through
Except from her little time covered welps
All society says is tough
Who are we to condemn
To be condenscending
Cast her away at a whim
Make her seem less than a human being
Who will come to her and rescue
How will all this end
With this power to you I embue
So will your helping hand, will you lend
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S Lewis
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
Writing Tips, Finding A MuseI've read a lot of tutorials on how to write and about one or two on overcoming writers block but none have really helped me in the past. I'm not the best writer in the world, but I'm going to give you some tips on approaching writing and some cures for those bloody annoying writers blocks!
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
1a. Bouncing Idea's/Chat To A Friend
1d. Extreme Emotional States
1g. Prompts/Time Limits
1h. Real Life
1i. Take A Shower Or Bath
1j. What Ifs
2. Approaches To Writing:
2a. The "Wing It" Approach
2b. The "Thought out" Approach
3b. Character sheets
4. Other tips:
4d. Spell checker
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
It happens to everyone and they are a bitch to get rid of. I've come up with ten ways to try and get the creative juices flowing, they have all worked for me but they may not for you.
Rogue (WinterSoldierxChild!Reader) One-ShotViolin music along with the gentle sound of a piano’s melody was heard over the video of the girl that was on the large, plasma screen before them. The Winter Soldier looked at the child with a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes squinted down on your closed ones, that hid the blank (e/c) eyes that he had seen once before they dragged you in here.
“What’s with the music?” Alexander asked baffled as he strolled into the room.
“She asked for classical music to played, sir,” one of the agents responded. “It apparently calms her.”
“Well that makes sense. We do want her calm,” he said.
You were supposedly an experiment gone wrong. Created by mad Russian scientists, you eventually rose up against them and went rogue. Judging by the many scars and needle marks along your arms, the Winter Soldier could see that they had tried their best to keep you under control. That didn’t stop you however.
The powers they had given you
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