Go to Hell. (vexilla regis prodeunt inferni) by whatxdrivesxthexweak, literature
Literature
Go to Hell. (vexilla regis prodeunt inferni)
I hope that when you release
Your foul stench into the air
That you are taken to your rightful place
And Acheron shall take you there
Across the river with air so stale
Alone at the end of the first
Your final judge Minos will make you pale
"Keep walking you must
to the third circle" he will hum
He'll smile and say "do not become lost"
and a boulder you shall become
Made of your own petty thoughts
and hopes
and dreams
You have hoarded these from others
And you shall roll about
and knock in
Tell me a love story
Filled with candy and rainbows
Nothing to bore me
And an ending everyone knows
Give me your wicked gaze
The one that scares me so
Burning hotter than hell's blaze
It even scares the crow
Oh please, just hold me close
Even though you hate me now
I need you here, I need this dose
Loving you i understand not, how.
Give me one last look
Before i make my way down this path
Few things i took
Self respect i not hath.
Badge of Honor by whatxdrivesxthexweak, literature
Literature
Badge of Honor
I wear these bags like a badge Of honor
eleven total
and a thousand men stronger i am
with them here by my side
i wear them
the bruies they leave
the aches they cause
I wear all these things
like a badge of honor.
Closed eyes.
Open Eyes.
All the same
in this surreal place.
Black curtains surround me
A bright white light
sits at the end of the tunnel
Is it shining for me?
Dark spots in the light
hidden by the radiance of the light
Oh, how i wish to live here.
Like children
they ran rampant
called each other family
and treated them as such.
The hero is the father
the petite the mother
They smiled seperately
and loved together
The outsider they knew
was like their best friend
telling them all the right words
and loving them all like a sister
She helped who she could
and lifted them all to their rightful platforms
with kisses
words of encouragement
stories of reality
She was their world
and them, hers
Released
after a reality
once clouded by a myth
became clear
Cheshire.
Demon.
Names given to that
which I am least proud of.
Now I smile.
The voices are gone,
and only one remains.
Clutching onto a lock
of short, black hair
it isn't the pretty brown eyes
or the smile that changes my day
that keeps me around
instead its the lenses
of those cute thick rimmed glasses
when I look into her eyes
The lenses break down my gaze
they remove the sadness
wash away the pain
tear through the apathy
leaving behind a raw, naked truth
and a happiness unmatched.
I use to worship
white porcelain
I gave it my life force
and slowly died
One day
someone came along
"I use to be like you"
she said
"You're sick"
she told me
her voice soothed me
her worlds healed me
then he came along
held me close
told me
what being pretty really meant
told me about her
Now I know
to seize the day
to value myself
to hold onto the this world
thank you.
Your touch has healed my wounds.
Go to Hell. (vexilla regis prodeunt inferni) by whatxdrivesxthexweak, literature
Literature
Go to Hell. (vexilla regis prodeunt inferni)
I hope that when you release
Your foul stench into the air
That you are taken to your rightful place
And Acheron shall take you there
Across the river with air so stale
Alone at the end of the first
Your final judge Minos will make you pale
"Keep walking you must
to the third circle" he will hum
He'll smile and say "do not become lost"
and a boulder you shall become
Made of your own petty thoughts
and hopes
and dreams
You have hoarded these from others
And you shall roll about
and knock in
Tell me a love story
Filled with candy and rainbows
Nothing to bore me
And an ending everyone knows
Give me your wicked gaze
The one that scares me so
Burning hotter than hell's blaze
It even scares the crow
Oh please, just hold me close
Even though you hate me now
I need you here, I need this dose
Loving you i understand not, how.
Give me one last look
Before i make my way down this path
Few things i took
Self respect i not hath.
Badge of Honor by whatxdrivesxthexweak, literature
Literature
Badge of Honor
I wear these bags like a badge Of honor
eleven total
and a thousand men stronger i am
with them here by my side
i wear them
the bruies they leave
the aches they cause
I wear all these things
like a badge of honor.
Closed eyes.
Open Eyes.
All the same
in this surreal place.
Black curtains surround me
A bright white light
sits at the end of the tunnel
Is it shining for me?
Dark spots in the light
hidden by the radiance of the light
Oh, how i wish to live here.
Like children
they ran rampant
called each other family
and treated them as such.
The hero is the father
the petite the mother
They smiled seperately
and loved together
The outsider they knew
was like their best friend
telling them all the right words
and loving them all like a sister
She helped who she could
and lifted them all to their rightful platforms
with kisses
words of encouragement
stories of reality
She was their world
and them, hers
Released
after a reality
once clouded by a myth
became clear
Cheshire.
Demon.
Names given to that
which I am least proud of.
Now I smile.
The voices are gone,
and only one remains.
Clutching onto a lock
of short, black hair
it isn't the pretty brown eyes
or the smile that changes my day
that keeps me around
instead its the lenses
of those cute thick rimmed glasses
when I look into her eyes
The lenses break down my gaze
they remove the sadness
wash away the pain
tear through the apathy
leaving behind a raw, naked truth
and a happiness unmatched.
I use to worship
white porcelain
I gave it my life force
and slowly died
One day
someone came along
"I use to be like you"
she said
"You're sick"
she told me
her voice soothed me
her worlds healed me
then he came along
held me close
told me
what being pretty really meant
told me about her
Now I know
to seize the day
to value myself
to hold onto the this world
thank you.
Your touch has healed my wounds.
falling down
a rabbit's hole
with my arms strapped to my sides,
my shoes scrape the dirt around me
and I cough as my lungs seize.
I keep falling down-about
but the floor stretches out beneath me-
that checkerboard-faced cobblestone
never seems to greet me.
I'm trapped in this confusion
and I can't tell which way is North,
but I squeeze my eyes shut
and hope that this
will all just simply go.
We will never again be
What we once were.
We have gone too far,
Crossed one too many lines,
Broken a few too many rules.
We will never again,
Share stories of girlhood.
Or tell secrets in the dark,
Hidden under our covers.
We lost it all one night,
Lost it to mistakes,
And a love we thought we had.
But then morning came,
And I discovered the truth.
Things were ruined.
You'd left in the night,
Replaced by someone cold,
Someone I didn't know.
And I was alone.
Soon after, you left town.
It was months later,
That I finally heard from you.
And I'd grown bitter.
But still, for you,
I'd put it behind us.
Give you another cha
Fear is not
The monsters under our beds,
What lurks around the dark corner,
The spider in its web,
The snake in its coil,
A father's raised fist.
No.
Fear is
Unsure promises made in the dark,
A future going nowhere fast,
A jump without a safety net,
A little pink plus sign,
A mother's disappointment.
You notice the marks right away,
And so you hide them.
The others cannot see.
They fear the behavior.
And a death sentence awaits,
If you are caught.
They're marks sent from God,
To punish those who give in,
To the Devil's temptations.
To cleanse the Earth.
Lust.
Want.
Envy.
Greed.
You have indulged,
And so you must pay.
You must wear the mark,
The sign of a sinner,
Until God releases you,
And deems your atonement fit.
Gild. Prologue by whatxdrivesxthexweak, literature
Literature
Gild. Prologue
Jake sat on the edge of his window, looking out on the highway that lay beyond. He watched as each of the cars went by and sighed. As he saw the next two cars go by and decided to get back to the paper he had been distracted from.
"But first, a nap." he said aloud to himself as he slipped himself out of the window and onto a pile of clothes he had forgotten to wash. He got up and sat at the edge of his bed, throwing himself backward onto it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
As his eyes shut and the darkness folded in on his mind, he felt an uncomfortable, tingling sensation emanating from his extremities. The tingling crawled up h
lawl. What an inside joke.
Anyways...writing has come to a COMPLETE stop after nightmares decided to happen night after night. Its more or less irritating because they make me think, and then I get sad. (This song is called I am sad, so very very sad: IIIIIM SADDDD. This next one is called we hate you, please die.) Hmmm. Early morning ratatat relaxes me like a bau5. Its quite enjoyable. Oh and now we have daft punk. I love you daft punk, you are some glorious bastards. You are the demigods of techno. Justice is the god though, fo' sho'. (Prime Time of Your Life - Daft Punk) Oh, and heres an oldie but a goodie. http://i.imgur.com/gk5fh.png Oh
Okay, so one last note on the d20.
Its based on fire emblem, and fire emblem is a TACTICAL STRATEGY GAME. What this means is that just having six people play one character each wouldnt exactly work. That removes the tactical essence. Instead, the recommended party size would jump from2-4 players controlling one each to three to four each. Still 2-4 players, but instead of playing a single character they would play a squad of three each. You would have a major character used to rp, and some extras to help in combat versus hordes upon hordes of absolutely anything.
Oh, and as for writing...one thing im working on as a present is gonna be grea
Go to hell? Darling I've been there and back. Don't stir up nonsense just because you get bored of it being settled. Make yourself happy, and be content with that.
1. Its not that i was stirring up nonsense. It was a response (in part, I had already been writing the poem by that point) to your journal which had no purpose other than to be completely hurtful to me. I was hurt by the fact that you had broken all but two promises. 2. Dont call me darling. 3. i am happy until i go to school and get reminded of the lack of friends I have. I eat lunch alone on white days because im not even remotely friends with anyone and then on my other days i have deep conversations with people i kinda know about video games because i have no one else to talk to. 4. I guess it doesn't matter though, because I'll be deleting this soon, solidifying the wall i plan to build between my past and the future that I shall create without having to deal with the broken glass created by your comments and my self mutilation and my comments. This is my final response to you forevermore. Thank you for taking the time to read this (i hope) and have fun with your life. Also, you may forget and pretend like you wasted four years, but i didnt. I learned a lot. I also haven't suppressed everything about it as I try and push my life forward. Instead I've dealt with the issues that are laid before me. It's very obvious you've attempted to suppress everything by the way you acted the last few times i saw you and by the fact that you seem to always be posting of how you're hanging with friends. It's slightly amusing, really, because you're falling right into your old habits of keeping everything in just like you always have. So good day to you.
1. The fact that I broke those promises doesn't concern you anymore, and quite frankly you broke many more than that. 2. Don't call me out like that and I won't respond sarcastically. 3. Who's fault is that? You drove all your friends away from you. 4. You obviously don't know anything about my life now. That doesn't even bear a full response. As for being a final response, well, it's about time you stopped bringing yourself back into my life periodically.
Chaaaaaad. I have no cell service whatsoever, but I have wifi, soooo... either message me on here or on Facebook if you wish to speak. Mkay? Miss you dearie. <3