Hero
When evil appears, a hero is born
One day they will meet and begin their fight
They will compete over battlefields torn
With rage and fury only in their sight
They will spill each other's blood on the ground
and alter each other's lives for all time
Their loud screams of agony the sole sound
The whole world will watch, awaiting a sign
As the deadly finish nears to the strife,
the hero will re'lize what he must do
So he will sacrifice himself his treasured life
and the evil villain will perish too
The world fin'ly releases its held breath
And sadly mourns the noble hero's death
*****
I'm no "pro" at poetry, but I think I did a damn good job on that one. Nice wording to make everything sound good, well-described, and has a really good story too. Plus it's about the sacrifice of a great hero, and I always love those kinda stories. The fact that the man is not only sacrificing his life as a hero, but also as a person, just for some greater good, to defend the world from evil, and protect those people he truly cares about. He dies not only as a hero, but a man, and leaves all those who cared about him behind. It's so sad, but also so noble, and when I someday die, I really hope I go for a really good purpose like that, rather than some stupid accident or... whatever. I just don't want my life wasted for something that obviously isn't worth it. I want to be remembered, for people to know that I was a good person, that I cared about others, and I did my best to help people, even on my dying day. If that happens, then I'll die happy, and I REALLY don't want to die with regrets and other bad feelings. Anyway, here's another good poem from my high school days:
*****
Confrontation
Before the hero, the villain stood like a tower
He was dark and evil with great power
He held a sharp sword in his hand
Ready to battle in his homeland
The wind howled in the hero's ears
Like a monster bringing out all his fears
Both men each drew their respective blade
And charged each other, eyes full of rage
*****
Another good poem by me, and again, I really like the "feel" of it. It's very dark, and scary, even, and I like how it's all just a build-up to the actual battle. Obviously I'm VERY into heroes and villains and all that stuff, as can be seen here and my book(s) if ANYONE will ever take some fucking time out of their "busy schedules" to read them. Bleh.
Anywhore (yeah, I'm a thief too) This was a pretty positive little blog tonight. I'm not exactly in the GREATEST of moods, being that... well, I'm me, and with all the HORRIBLE news and bad shit lately, but I'm glad I could keep it GENERALLY happy. I'll try to do more of that rather than just bitching nonstop, cuz I know EVENTUALLY it's gonna get repetitive and old. I'll see what I can do about posting maybe book-stuff, like future ideas, hints, previews, just whatever's on my mind when it comes to my book/storyline in general. Maybe tomorrow I'll write the little thing I've been thinking about the last few days. We'll see. Tonight, I'm gonna try to go to bed early, after some rereading of the first Anita Blake book, so I'll be back blogging tomorrow. Til then...
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My Poem
Here's the first of however many of my old poems I'll post here:
Marshall
Who is full of ideas,
Pure of heart,
And the best person that he can be
Who wants to have a prosperous life,
To greatly establish himself in the world,
And to change the way people think of certain ideas,
Such as love, courage, and being a true hero
Who needs the love and respect of friends and family,
To constantly improve his skills and increase his
Knowledge all his life,
And time everyday to relax and focus on what he wants
To accomplish
Who loves spending time with friends,
Seeing someones reaction to reading one of his stories,
And creating those new stories day by day
Who fears being truly alone,
Not fulfilling his destiny,
And not being able to fully use his abilities
Walls
Not exactly the most "artistic" poem of all time, I know, but I still like it. And, sadly in some ways, and nice in others, I still feel pretty much the same way now, even almost six and a half years after I originally wrote this. I still obviously want to be the best person I can be, to do well in life, hope to affect people with my books, if they ever ACTUALLY read them. I'm not so sure about the "love and respect of my friends" part, cuz with all the shit that's happened to me the last few months, I've realized how FEW of my friends truly do care about me. Most people, I've now discovered, don't really seem to give a shit about stuff that goes on unless it DIRECTLY has to do with them. I ask for favors, and VERY rarely, and it almost goes completely ignored by nearly everyone, whether it's just to read my book, even the SMALLEST little portion, or check out my photography and comment on it. No matter what, my requests, AND me, are ignored almost constantly, so the "caring" from my friends at this point is "bleh". Fuck it.
I keep trying to improve my skills and knowledge for sure, and also DEFINITELY need my alone time to chill, cuz when I'm TOTALLY busy with shit and without it, I feel like hell, or at least WORSE than normal. Again, I'm all iffy on the "loving spending time with friends" part unless it's a SHORT list of friends that I do like. The rest, I've realized, are selfish assholes, so again, fuck 'em. Mostly I only enjoy hanging out in small groups when I can be myself, be open and honest and funny and shit and NOT feel like im being bogged down by all the retarded bullshit around me. In big groups, I go silent, and while it's kinda relaxing to just chill, I'm often EXTREMELY fucking bored, so it sucks ass, pretty much. And then some people "want" me to go to out and hang out and shit "so badly" but when I'm out, they PRETTY much ignore me, so WHY FUCKING BOTHER? Seriously, they want me out, and then ignore me. Oh, I get the quick "hey, how ya been?" but if they REALLY know me and how I've been lately, they should ALREADY know I'm in my own personal hell with shit getting worse and worse and worse with each passing day. AKA they should STOP asking me stupid questions like that and just ACTUALLY talk to me, instead of ignoring me and making me feel even MORE invisible. I swear, this shit SHOULD be simple and logical and pretty much everyone who isn't a TOTAL dumbshit should realize it, but I GUESS not...
Seeing reactions to people reading my stories? Well, that shit hasn't happened in a LONG time, so yeah, NO! If anyone EVER read my book, I'd probably enjoy it, sure, but for now, no, I don't see it, therefore can't enjoy it. Even I barely "enjoy" my book anymore since I've read and reread and rereread it SO many fucking times that it makes my brain melt in my skull. And then people keep telling me "YOU are the only one who should matter when it comes to your book. If YOU like it, that's all that matters!" Well, sorry, but when a book is PUBLISHED, which is what I wanna EVENTUALLY do with my book, then what REALLY matters is the opinion of EVERYONE BESIDES ME! Yeah, that's how the real world works, so already having PRETTY much everyone that I know shunning me AND my book isn't making me too confident in my writing abilities or myself in general, so thanks everybody.
Creating new stories? Haven't done that in a while, but when I do, it's good, yes. I most DEFINITELY fear being alone, and now I'm more alone than ever being totally broke, depressed, miserable, and having nearly all the hopes and dreams and goals in my life fall apart RIGHT in front of me. People are almost ALL too busy to hang out with me, to even show up and see me every once in a while, so I'm alone almost all day, every single day, which is nice, sure, but I miss my old schedule of hanging out with a couple people every week at certain times to watch TV or wrestling or just hang out, maybe go out and do things, like movies or whatever. I don't have that at all anymore, and with all my dreams and shit dying too, life pretty much sucks ass.
At this rate, I'm most CERTAINLY not fulfilling my destiny, unless my destiny is to live at home with my parents forever, not have a job, and become a COMPLETE hermit, and eternal "virgin" to EVERYTHING involving girls. If so, then yes, I'm RIGHT on track, baby! *shaking head*
And finally, I'm certainly not using my abilities very fucking often cuz NO ONE EVER GIVES ME A FUCKING OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO! And almost EVERY single time I do get a shot, again, like my dreams, they're RIPPED away from me. So yeah, again, shit sucks.
That was quite a rant this evening, and I kinda feel better to admit things that I really wouldn't to anyone else, minus one or two people, but anyway, there's the first of my poems. Feels kinda good to know I'm the same person now that I was back in high school, but also bad to know that I'm just as far along in some things in my life now than I was over six and a half years ago. Fantastic. I wonder if I'll STILL be a complete fucking loser (especially when it comes to girls, those evil, selfish bitches) six and a half years from now. Well, February 2015, HERE I COME!!! :(
Marshall
Who is full of ideas,
Pure of heart,
And the best person that he can be
Who wants to have a prosperous life,
To greatly establish himself in the world,
And to change the way people think of certain ideas,
Such as love, courage, and being a true hero
Who needs the love and respect of friends and family,
To constantly improve his skills and increase his
Knowledge all his life,
And time everyday to relax and focus on what he wants
To accomplish
Who loves spending time with friends,
Seeing someones reaction to reading one of his stories,
And creating those new stories day by day
Who fears being truly alone,
Not fulfilling his destiny,
And not being able to fully use his abilities
Walls
Not exactly the most "artistic" poem of all time, I know, but I still like it. And, sadly in some ways, and nice in others, I still feel pretty much the same way now, even almost six and a half years after I originally wrote this. I still obviously want to be the best person I can be, to do well in life, hope to affect people with my books, if they ever ACTUALLY read them. I'm not so sure about the "love and respect of my friends" part, cuz with all the shit that's happened to me the last few months, I've realized how FEW of my friends truly do care about me. Most people, I've now discovered, don't really seem to give a shit about stuff that goes on unless it DIRECTLY has to do with them. I ask for favors, and VERY rarely, and it almost goes completely ignored by nearly everyone, whether it's just to read my book, even the SMALLEST little portion, or check out my photography and comment on it. No matter what, my requests, AND me, are ignored almost constantly, so the "caring" from my friends at this point is "bleh". Fuck it.
I keep trying to improve my skills and knowledge for sure, and also DEFINITELY need my alone time to chill, cuz when I'm TOTALLY busy with shit and without it, I feel like hell, or at least WORSE than normal. Again, I'm all iffy on the "loving spending time with friends" part unless it's a SHORT list of friends that I do like. The rest, I've realized, are selfish assholes, so again, fuck 'em. Mostly I only enjoy hanging out in small groups when I can be myself, be open and honest and funny and shit and NOT feel like im being bogged down by all the retarded bullshit around me. In big groups, I go silent, and while it's kinda relaxing to just chill, I'm often EXTREMELY fucking bored, so it sucks ass, pretty much. And then some people "want" me to go to out and hang out and shit "so badly" but when I'm out, they PRETTY much ignore me, so WHY FUCKING BOTHER? Seriously, they want me out, and then ignore me. Oh, I get the quick "hey, how ya been?" but if they REALLY know me and how I've been lately, they should ALREADY know I'm in my own personal hell with shit getting worse and worse and worse with each passing day. AKA they should STOP asking me stupid questions like that and just ACTUALLY talk to me, instead of ignoring me and making me feel even MORE invisible. I swear, this shit SHOULD be simple and logical and pretty much everyone who isn't a TOTAL dumbshit should realize it, but I GUESS not...
Seeing reactions to people reading my stories? Well, that shit hasn't happened in a LONG time, so yeah, NO! If anyone EVER read my book, I'd probably enjoy it, sure, but for now, no, I don't see it, therefore can't enjoy it. Even I barely "enjoy" my book anymore since I've read and reread and rereread it SO many fucking times that it makes my brain melt in my skull. And then people keep telling me "YOU are the only one who should matter when it comes to your book. If YOU like it, that's all that matters!" Well, sorry, but when a book is PUBLISHED, which is what I wanna EVENTUALLY do with my book, then what REALLY matters is the opinion of EVERYONE BESIDES ME! Yeah, that's how the real world works, so already having PRETTY much everyone that I know shunning me AND my book isn't making me too confident in my writing abilities or myself in general, so thanks everybody.
Creating new stories? Haven't done that in a while, but when I do, it's good, yes. I most DEFINITELY fear being alone, and now I'm more alone than ever being totally broke, depressed, miserable, and having nearly all the hopes and dreams and goals in my life fall apart RIGHT in front of me. People are almost ALL too busy to hang out with me, to even show up and see me every once in a while, so I'm alone almost all day, every single day, which is nice, sure, but I miss my old schedule of hanging out with a couple people every week at certain times to watch TV or wrestling or just hang out, maybe go out and do things, like movies or whatever. I don't have that at all anymore, and with all my dreams and shit dying too, life pretty much sucks ass.
At this rate, I'm most CERTAINLY not fulfilling my destiny, unless my destiny is to live at home with my parents forever, not have a job, and become a COMPLETE hermit, and eternal "virgin" to EVERYTHING involving girls. If so, then yes, I'm RIGHT on track, baby! *shaking head*
And finally, I'm certainly not using my abilities very fucking often cuz NO ONE EVER GIVES ME A FUCKING OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO! And almost EVERY single time I do get a shot, again, like my dreams, they're RIPPED away from me. So yeah, again, shit sucks.
That was quite a rant this evening, and I kinda feel better to admit things that I really wouldn't to anyone else, minus one or two people, but anyway, there's the first of my poems. Feels kinda good to know I'm the same person now that I was back in high school, but also bad to know that I'm just as far along in some things in my life now than I was over six and a half years ago. Fantastic. I wonder if I'll STILL be a complete fucking loser (especially when it comes to girls, those evil, selfish bitches) six and a half years from now. Well, February 2015, HERE I COME!!! :(
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