My destiny has always been mine to craft.
I began here alone
in this quiet cubic wilderness,
where I built tools
and tools built dreams.
Unlike the content cows
and the primitive pixelated pigmen,
I must make more of myself
and carve castles from these caves
I dug a tiny little hole,
a Notch inside the massive earth,
in six long days of digging
I had enough material for my masterpiece.
I built cobblestone ramparts
and glass minarets
that stretch up to the square sun,
overlooking the lava moat.
I conquered the land
surrounding my kingdom.
The animals have all been tamed,
and the creepers, systematically exterminated.
While wandering past
It was a shock to the system
when she interrupted my second playthrough of Skyrim
to talk to me seriously.
She explained that she was the problem,
that I was fantastic,
and really, anyone would be lucky to have me,
and that I'll find someone else to make happy.
I took her seriously.
I mean, we had lots of experience together,
she had no reason to lie.
When she left me, all I had
was my video games,
and the memories
of the perfect boy I used to be.
So, because I was not the problem,
all I needed was a new girl.
Life is a series of deterministic systems.
If I had it right before, I can remain perfect,
reach the same ideal combination of
As we sat in his dusty apartment,
the ventriloquist hacked up a cough, and began:
"There's no point in you being here. You'll just leave
disappointed and…. disturbed."
I answered that I was a world famous magician
and that I wanted to learn a ventriloquist trick,
to help me speak with a voice from offstage
to heighten the climax
of my spooky spirit act.
The old ventriloquist shook his bald head
and sighed,
"You don't want this gift.
The secrets of the Voice
don't belong in your show".
I was drawn to the word "secret".
I had to learn it.
Something inside me wanted to know.
I told him to name his price, any price!
Just
We watched the film together,
An ancient sci-fi masterpiece.
Where people's bodies are taken,
snatched, if you will,
and replaced by hollow duplicates.
These strange and foreign monsters
look just like you or me,
but can't feel emotions.
They just pretend to,
expertly.
They only feel a dull, somewhat flat,
mildly content sensation.
And the urge to make you not be you.
To make you them, instead.
A great film, to be sure.
Though perhaps a bit dated .
And as the tooth-white credits roll,
Upon the darkened screen,
I look around the room,
Seeing only the silhouettes
Of strange and foreign monsters.
A room of hollow dupli
Beneath the burning city's core,
Technicians built a cell.
They made it in the Endless War,
A place for spies to dwell.
Now they rent out certain parts,
To "private enterprise".
It says so on their finance charts,
That's signed on dotted lies.
No footage has escaped from there,
No human beings, too.
But stories flutter through the air,
And this, I'll share with you.
They say the room is perfect white,
A sickly, spotless tint.
Lit up by fluorescent light,
Designed to make you squint.
The walls are all so bright and plain,
The edges disappear.
It fools the eye, and then the brain,
No shapes or shadows here.
You'll wake up dr
There was a tiny little town, in southern Illinois.
All the shops were running down, with no one to employ.
The wind that carries speckled sand had stained the buildings brown.
Everyone had left this land, and left it falling down.
There was a man, one foolish man, who still remained behind.
A little thought, a crazy plan, inside his lonely mind.
With a hammer and some wood, and just his dusty van,
First he wondered if he could, but then he just began.
Melvin worked beneath the sun, until his fingers bled,
Until the day that he was done, he never went to bed.
The town of Melvin had been built, a place where there was none,
A villag
A boy and girl, both twenty four,
They've dated for a bit.
Each one loves the other more,
Than other would admit.
I think she stays up late at night,
Right next to him in bed.
She surfs around a dating site,
To stay one step ahead.
A scandal! Yes, you wanna hear?
She's found another man.
At this point, it's not sincere,
There is no evil plan.
There were so many choices there,
The harrys, toms, and dicks.
She chose one with raven hair...
Eight inches in the pics.
But dear reader, it's okay!
For he has secrets too.
He surfs around, but in the day,
Oh, if she only knew!
He found a blonde, a knockout blonde,
With brown hair a
Single, sterile, spotless square,
Inside a checkered floor.
Things focus in, I saw it there,
And then I saw some more.
A woman, dressed in nurse's white,
She's thin and blonde and tall.
I try to move, I'm fastened tight.
I'm bolted to the wall.
I look around, it's all too clean,
Too shiny and too clear.
I quickly knew this had to mean,
There's something awful here.
I've heard of rooms like this before.
Nomadic stories tell.
It's rumored, in the city's core,
The project testing cell.
Recorders click, and start to run.
The nurse, she clears her throat,
"Testing fluid thirty one",
Some blood is on her coat.
She speaks aloud,
There's a certain time of night,
When everyone's alone.
Even with their lovers tight,
In dreams, they're on their own.
Then, there is the other group,
Both stranded and awake.
Trapped outside the daily loop,
By some divine mistake.
I am one such weakened mind,
With countless nights to spend.
It didn't take me long to find,
A certain special friend.
The ghosts, they keep me sane at night.
The cold and restless dead.
They flicker in and out of sight,
And float above the bed.
Their faces as they would have been,
When life was snatched away.
A horrid mask that must be seen,
With everything they say.
Most of them can't talk too
My destiny has always been mine to craft.
I began here alone
in this quiet cubic wilderness,
where I built tools
and tools built dreams.
Unlike the content cows
and the primitive pixelated pigmen,
I must make more of myself
and carve castles from these caves
I dug a tiny little hole,
a Notch inside the massive earth,
in six long days of digging
I had enough material for my masterpiece.
I built cobblestone ramparts
and glass minarets
that stretch up to the square sun,
overlooking the lava moat.
I conquered the land
surrounding my kingdom.
The animals have all been tamed,
and the creepers, systematically exterminated.
While wandering past
It was a shock to the system
when she interrupted my second playthrough of Skyrim
to talk to me seriously.
She explained that she was the problem,
that I was fantastic,
and really, anyone would be lucky to have me,
and that I'll find someone else to make happy.
I took her seriously.
I mean, we had lots of experience together,
she had no reason to lie.
When she left me, all I had
was my video games,
and the memories
of the perfect boy I used to be.
So, because I was not the problem,
all I needed was a new girl.
Life is a series of deterministic systems.
If I had it right before, I can remain perfect,
reach the same ideal combination of
As we sat in his dusty apartment,
the ventriloquist hacked up a cough, and began:
"There's no point in you being here. You'll just leave
disappointed and…. disturbed."
I answered that I was a world famous magician
and that I wanted to learn a ventriloquist trick,
to help me speak with a voice from offstage
to heighten the climax
of my spooky spirit act.
The old ventriloquist shook his bald head
and sighed,
"You don't want this gift.
The secrets of the Voice
don't belong in your show".
I was drawn to the word "secret".
I had to learn it.
Something inside me wanted to know.
I told him to name his price, any price!
Just
We watched the film together,
An ancient sci-fi masterpiece.
Where people's bodies are taken,
snatched, if you will,
and replaced by hollow duplicates.
These strange and foreign monsters
look just like you or me,
but can't feel emotions.
They just pretend to,
expertly.
They only feel a dull, somewhat flat,
mildly content sensation.
And the urge to make you not be you.
To make you them, instead.
A great film, to be sure.
Though perhaps a bit dated .
And as the tooth-white credits roll,
Upon the darkened screen,
I look around the room,
Seeing only the silhouettes
Of strange and foreign monsters.
A room of hollow dupli
Beneath the burning city's core,
Technicians built a cell.
They made it in the Endless War,
A place for spies to dwell.
Now they rent out certain parts,
To "private enterprise".
It says so on their finance charts,
That's signed on dotted lies.
No footage has escaped from there,
No human beings, too.
But stories flutter through the air,
And this, I'll share with you.
They say the room is perfect white,
A sickly, spotless tint.
Lit up by fluorescent light,
Designed to make you squint.
The walls are all so bright and plain,
The edges disappear.
It fools the eye, and then the brain,
No shapes or shadows here.
You'll wake up dr
There was a tiny little town, in southern Illinois.
All the shops were running down, with no one to employ.
The wind that carries speckled sand had stained the buildings brown.
Everyone had left this land, and left it falling down.
There was a man, one foolish man, who still remained behind.
A little thought, a crazy plan, inside his lonely mind.
With a hammer and some wood, and just his dusty van,
First he wondered if he could, but then he just began.
Melvin worked beneath the sun, until his fingers bled,
Until the day that he was done, he never went to bed.
The town of Melvin had been built, a place where there was none,
A villag
A boy and girl, both twenty four,
They've dated for a bit.
Each one loves the other more,
Than other would admit.
I think she stays up late at night,
Right next to him in bed.
She surfs around a dating site,
To stay one step ahead.
A scandal! Yes, you wanna hear?
She's found another man.
At this point, it's not sincere,
There is no evil plan.
There were so many choices there,
The harrys, toms, and dicks.
She chose one with raven hair...
Eight inches in the pics.
But dear reader, it's okay!
For he has secrets too.
He surfs around, but in the day,
Oh, if she only knew!
He found a blonde, a knockout blonde,
With brown hair a
Single, sterile, spotless square,
Inside a checkered floor.
Things focus in, I saw it there,
And then I saw some more.
A woman, dressed in nurse's white,
She's thin and blonde and tall.
I try to move, I'm fastened tight.
I'm bolted to the wall.
I look around, it's all too clean,
Too shiny and too clear.
I quickly knew this had to mean,
There's something awful here.
I've heard of rooms like this before.
Nomadic stories tell.
It's rumored, in the city's core,
The project testing cell.
Recorders click, and start to run.
The nurse, she clears her throat,
"Testing fluid thirty one",
Some blood is on her coat.
She speaks aloud,
Mario's my father, the princess is my mom
I fought goombas, turtles, and those little wind-up bombs
Sonic is my brother, that little spikey guy
He runs far too fast for your pathetic human eye
You joke "life force is running out!"
And nobody knows what you're talking about
Except for the geeks, they get your bad joke
Crack open another vanilla coke
I remember the days, the days of 2D
Come on and reminisce with me
Those rainy days with sega and snes
Where tricky games would be the test
Now here we are, in great brand new 3D
Big markets, huge games, and lots of money
Large corporations pump them out, fast and quick like water
No idea how you look:
the colour of your eye
or the curve of your smile.
No idea how you sound:
the vibration of your voice
or the echo of your laugh.
No idea how you smell:
the fragrence of your clothes
or the scent of your skin.
I'm oblivious of your shell but I've seen what's within:
Walking the winding paths you created,
- its stepstones made of words-
illuminated by imagination and shadowed by disgust,
I was led to dark corners,
housing crippled hopes,
turning into fears, covered with dust.
I kept my pace steady, though,
smiling at your attemps to scare me away,
knowing them to be direc
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I call my friends "frontstabbers" because I'm always looking back.
My lazy eyes and complacent heart
take the wheel from bewildered cerebrum.
Interrogation proves it all,
that what "seems" isn't necessarily truth on the
tongues of the convicted.
( Is it physical?
or Is it verbal? )
Guilty until proven dead-to-you.
There's nothing I can apologize for
that I haven't already confessed through hoarse throat
and broken-up sentences.
but this, I have no business in saying?
All signs point to adult
A-mazing
Slow down, take a breath and wipe your eyes
Allow yourself to see
There are no straight lines
That help you to rush
To where you want to be.
In the winding path, that mystic old pattern
You'll reveal what is for you
Look down at your feet
Get rid of those shoes
And feel just where you tread.
Find your own pace, look around, meditate your way
And as soon as you trust that sinuous line
It will allow you to enter
The only place you can ever unwind:
You'll find yourself at the center.
Connections
(Munich)
tut tut tut
"The number you've called is not available at present."
(Berlin)
tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut
«Hello. From Family xyz there is only the hamster at home at the moment… »
(Frankfurt)
tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut
"Hello?" "Hello my name is .. I'm calling from the company Top Tip Nord."
CLICK: The words are pouring out of my mouth like an endless chain of polished plastic beads, interrupted only by the angrily tired replies:
"We are not interested!"
"Call somebody else!"
"I have barely enough money to live!"
A baby crying in the background.
A woman sobbing on
Run just a little faster
and maybe you'll succeed
Sorry, you're too late and now you belong to me
No matter how hard you try
You're still going to die
My claws squeeze the life from your tired body
Stop running girl, for others are why you're here
No one can help you now, you're all alone
Silly girl,you alone are why you're here
Fate is what brought us together
Here with me is where you'll stay
I'll soon know you, body and soul
Forget it, there's nowhere to go
I am your fears, come to life
Now I, for different reasons, keep you from sleep
Let me know you inside and out
Grant me access into your domain
It'll be over before you
As we sat in his dusty apartment,
the ventriloquist hacked up a cough, and began:
"There's no point in you being here. You'll just leave
disappointed and…. disturbed."
I answered that I was a world famous magician
and that I wanted to learn a ventriloquist trick,
to help me speak with a voice from offstage
to heighten the climax
of my spooky spirit act.
The old ventriloquist shook his bald head
and sighed,
"You don't want this gift.
The secrets of the Voice
don't belong in your show".
I was drawn to the word "secret".
I had to learn it.
Something inside me wanted to know.
I told him to name his price, any price!
Just
Current Residence: Toronto Favourite genre of music: no fucking rap. Favourite photographer: ...don't have one Favourite style of art: ...whatever works Operating System: MAC OS X.6.something MP3 player of choice: my ipod :P Shell of choice: half shell Wallpaper of choice: The yellow wallpaper Skin of choice: Frederica Bimmel's Favourite cartoon character: marvin the martian! Personal Quote: "The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close up"
I've written 21 poems since I've last posted on deviantart.
My little corner of this community kind of died out a long time ago, but the occasional rogue poem still gets a bit of attention here and there. In a place where poetry is completely shunned in favor of visual art, even the slightest bit of validation is worthwhile.
Anyway, just because I think I should, I'm updating the library with those 21 poems. There's no set schedule, they're going to roll in slowly as I get around to them. You won't get more than one per day, so I won't bombard your inboxes if you're devwatching me.
But if you're wondering where I've been, this is your chan
You may not know this, but I check DA about once a week still. I don't update ... I don't comment ... but I still watch those I watch, and I still smile when I see one of my pieces get passed around and favorited a bunch ("Mario's my father" never ceases to embarrass me... and "hide and seek" is always making the rounds it seems).
I saw that I was still 19 years old on this site... both on my profile and in terms of content haha. I kind of liked this idea, leaving everything here in its perfect sustained 19 year old state, but I think now it's time to update now that I'm 22. I don't want to feel like some old cougar lying about their age.
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Lol im making my way thru all of them ....no worries tho your "classics" r nothing to be embarrased about....I like ur style...a kinda optimistic realism Lmmfao i love using the big words....