Alas it is that time again in the night,
When man must close his eyes and dream.
Dream of fantasies far off,
And some far near.
"The piper calls me to join him...",
It echoes in the night.
Eyelids heavy,
The boy's ears are serenaded by Chords.
Led helps him write,
Write all that comes to mind.
Alas he finally rests,
For the morn' he awaits.
Gun Metal Green Savior
A world lost to aliens from stars unknown,
Blue skies turned gray, lightning strikes.
Green streaks fly in the sky,
Swords falling and burning.
Defeat lingers in the air,
Like the burnt, dead bodies.
Hidden we are,
Among the shadows.
In the distance,
A figure walks.
The figure walks closer,
Gun metal green shining brightly.
Our enemies react,
They scatter, panic, steadfast.
They've met their end,
Our savior, our hero.
They world has hope,
Gun metal green, shining brightly.
A perfect Saturday would be....
A lot of food in the fridge, a cloudless sky so that I could open the windows and let the breeze circulate inside of my house, cooling it.
My parents would be at work, and my little sister would be staying at her friends house.
A pitcher of ice cold strawberry lemonade would be waiting for me on a white table outside of my house underneath a mesquite tree, where the shade would be perfect from the early summer sun.
I'd sit in the chair next to the table, of course, and continue writing one of my many stories uninterrupted through half the day so that I could scribe down a couple of chapters of how my heroes
Torture by Grif-Pwnz
Dark shadows block the world of light,
Heavy arms and legs so I can't win the fight,
Figures against the wall knokcing they'll win,
Chains on my arms and legs made of heavy tin.
Pressure coming form all sides of me,
I just can't understand why this has to be,
Her heart is so heavy and cold its almost like lead,
I can't understand why or how but it must be on my head.
Twisting from the pain, something I can't gain.
Adding to the pain, something she can gain.
The Truth, The Honesty, The Confession...
...of my love.
Rolled out of bed,
got a bump on the head.
Now my head's in throbbing pain.
Put on my suit,
the pool awaits.
And hey! It starts to rain.
So it's jeans instead,
and some ice for my head,
Hot coffee stain on my new shirt.
Ran into the door
On my way out.
Then my face had a fight with the dirt.
My hair won't part,
The car won't start
I'll be late again today.
Then I see you,
My grey skies become blue.
And suddenly it's all okay.
My bump doesn't hurt,
Who gives a damn about that shirt?
I've got more anyway.
The rain? No need to complain!
It makes for a great movie day.
You look at me and take my hand,
Staring at the mess t
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I've done some thinking, and I've started to put my mind, heart, and soul into an upcoming Machinima project that will possibly take flight this summer.
It's basically along the lines of Red vs. Blue.
More on it later. ^_^
Hopefully those of you who have been watching my noticed a couple of new pictures and I want to describe one of them.
One of my pictures, TechBlade, is what I call part of a "One shot" series, I call it that because when I used the character while playing the game, was on a 10-day game trial of City of Heroes/Villains (CoX for short), now I was stupid enough not to delete the character so now the character is just on the account that I had made unused.
I had originally planned to delete the character so that I could remake it on my main account, but oh well, maybe the developers could help me out somehow.
In other news, this week is the la
Yeah, I've noticed that I don't really write journal in here (DeviantArt), but I just don't have the time...well now I have the time.
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I'm getting started on a new story, it's about this teenager (Shawn Gates) who pretends to be a demon, and then one days turns into a demon. It may sound rough, but it's a work in progress, I have the chcracters written down and I'm choosing a title for it...does Demonic Awakening sound good?
I might be throwing the characters names, just for copyright purposes.
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