As much as I hate to pollute this blog with WoW kill shots...oh who am I kidding, I love it.
Here's our PP murder shot, need a place to dump it.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Good news, everyone!
As much as I hate to pollute this blog with WoW kill shots...oh who am I kidding, I love it.
Here's our PP murder shot, need a place to dump it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I Burn Away
This is where I lose myself,
In whirling steel, my hand destroying all.
This is where I hide my face,
Mask of pride that comes before my fall.
And this is how it ends when I pretend,
That I'm incapable of pain,
And this begins before the single word,
The rush of air, the sound of asking 'Why?'
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
This is all I ever was,
Lies and rage encased in tortured flesh,
And this is how I carry on,
Consuming all I ever knew.
And this is how I leave you now,
With naught but tainted memories,
And this is how you'll see my face,
Staring back with face drawn in a snarl.
Love before I burn away,
I won't need you!
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
I burn away.
In whirling steel, my hand destroying all.
This is where I hide my face,
Mask of pride that comes before my fall.
And this is how it ends when I pretend,
That I'm incapable of pain,
And this begins before the single word,
The rush of air, the sound of asking 'Why?'
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
This is all I ever was,
Lies and rage encased in tortured flesh,
And this is how I carry on,
Consuming all I ever knew.
And this is how I leave you now,
With naught but tainted memories,
And this is how you'll see my face,
Staring back with face drawn in a snarl.
Love before I burn away,
I won't need you!
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
Love before I burn away,
I can't hear you.
Feel, though I can't anymore,
Love before I burn away,
I burn away.
I burn away.
Midnight Ramblings
It's midnight. I'm writing. I don't do this enough. I need to do it more.
Anyway. I have this little thing buzzing, buzzing, buzzing through my head. I remember reading something, somewhere, that someone agreed with. In it they drew a graph. And they plotted a story on this graph - Snow White, I think it may have been. And they showed how in the story, she goes from extreme happiness, to extreme sadness, to extreme happiness again, and it was all on this graph, nice and neat, how she went from extreme to extreme.
And then there was a second graph, and they showed the normal human being's life, and how it was just really one big straight line. No major ups, no major downs.
And they went on to explain that because we had been brought up on stories like Snow White, where everything is done in such extremes, that we feel that we need to fill our lives with drama, that we need to express our emotions, and thus we tend to fill our lives with drama that does not exist, so that we can live up to these story expectations and the whole overtone was how ridiculous and childish that was.
And I gotta say, looking around at the way people react to things, I agree with that wholeheartedly - but the catch is, that doesn't apply to me.
You look at people's updates on Facebook, on blogs, little spiels in reality, everywhere and anywhere, and you'll see some sort of strong emotional overtone. Elation, anger, sorrow, desire - all these things manifest so strongly, so ridiculously, in every aspect of what people around you do. The real amusing part is you witness it - for the sake of example, someone's enraged, contemptful rant on Facebook at someone else who is equally enraged and contemptful - and you think to yourself, "How overly emotional of them. It's not like all this stuff really matters as much as they think it does. If only they would think about it, it isn't that big a deal." You look at everyone else's little concerns, little hookups, little passions and little sorrows and you think "How very foolish of them. It's all so obvious." But the thing is, you can't apply it to yourself!
Hell, I need to look no further than a few of these blog posts to realise that I'm not always the level-headed individual that I make myself out to be - and yet every single one of those blog posts comes from a place that I can recognise and respect. Every single one of those emotionally charged posts comes from a place I can justify, a place that's important to me, a place that was unavoidable and needed to be expressed.
Everyone is really good at judging themselves kindly, but not very good at applying that judgement to others in the same manner.
Or perhaps it's just me.
I need to sleep.
Anyway. I have this little thing buzzing, buzzing, buzzing through my head. I remember reading something, somewhere, that someone agreed with. In it they drew a graph. And they plotted a story on this graph - Snow White, I think it may have been. And they showed how in the story, she goes from extreme happiness, to extreme sadness, to extreme happiness again, and it was all on this graph, nice and neat, how she went from extreme to extreme.
And then there was a second graph, and they showed the normal human being's life, and how it was just really one big straight line. No major ups, no major downs.
And they went on to explain that because we had been brought up on stories like Snow White, where everything is done in such extremes, that we feel that we need to fill our lives with drama, that we need to express our emotions, and thus we tend to fill our lives with drama that does not exist, so that we can live up to these story expectations and the whole overtone was how ridiculous and childish that was.
And I gotta say, looking around at the way people react to things, I agree with that wholeheartedly - but the catch is, that doesn't apply to me.
You look at people's updates on Facebook, on blogs, little spiels in reality, everywhere and anywhere, and you'll see some sort of strong emotional overtone. Elation, anger, sorrow, desire - all these things manifest so strongly, so ridiculously, in every aspect of what people around you do. The real amusing part is you witness it - for the sake of example, someone's enraged, contemptful rant on Facebook at someone else who is equally enraged and contemptful - and you think to yourself, "How overly emotional of them. It's not like all this stuff really matters as much as they think it does. If only they would think about it, it isn't that big a deal." You look at everyone else's little concerns, little hookups, little passions and little sorrows and you think "How very foolish of them. It's all so obvious." But the thing is, you can't apply it to yourself!
Hell, I need to look no further than a few of these blog posts to realise that I'm not always the level-headed individual that I make myself out to be - and yet every single one of those blog posts comes from a place that I can recognise and respect. Every single one of those emotionally charged posts comes from a place I can justify, a place that's important to me, a place that was unavoidable and needed to be expressed.
Everyone is really good at judging themselves kindly, but not very good at applying that judgement to others in the same manner.
Or perhaps it's just me.
I need to sleep.
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Watchers
Firesoul, ironsoul - they stand the flamewatch.
Leviathan's coil obscures the rising sun.
The vibrant flame tempered the relentless edge,
as flamestalker, furnace master tended the fire.
Broodmother, stormtempered, defies the invader.
The guiding star will show remorse before the living flame.
The energies are veiled, and yet of vicious potency.
Calm is wavering before his twisted visage.
The unyielding glare extinguishes the spark of hope.
The umbral brute, the unfaltering monolith.
Blessed with true sight, and perilous bite.
Colossal rage in his unblinking eye.
The preserver blessed with nuturing touch,
is the faithful servant of the absolute.
The resonance of her shallow grave ignored,
She gambles wisdom's hold on the scale of fates.
Winter's embrace displays his icy breathes,
Layered beneath the bitter cold,
His resolve flourishing, unravelling beyond reach.
Binding his dreams to the sullen goddess.
Assimilation, it flows like tempered mercury.
At delirium's touch, insanity's grip.
Hope is rended in the wretched abyss,
The blind denizen fallen to forgotten depths.
The eyeless horror of a thousand maws,
Inconcievable horror, insidious intent.
Soul-devouring with crushing whispers,
Destroys them all and leaves with soft lament.
The somber witness in the endless dark,
Treads with starlight in his boundless gaze,
Forces back with strength of heaven's watch.
And turns his back upon the lifeless night.
Leviathan's coil obscures the rising sun.
The vibrant flame tempered the relentless edge,
as flamestalker, furnace master tended the fire.
Broodmother, stormtempered, defies the invader.
The guiding star will show remorse before the living flame.
The energies are veiled, and yet of vicious potency.
Calm is wavering before his twisted visage.
The unyielding glare extinguishes the spark of hope.
The umbral brute, the unfaltering monolith.
Blessed with true sight, and perilous bite.
Colossal rage in his unblinking eye.
The preserver blessed with nuturing touch,
is the faithful servant of the absolute.
The resonance of her shallow grave ignored,
She gambles wisdom's hold on the scale of fates.
Winter's embrace displays his icy breathes,
Layered beneath the bitter cold,
His resolve flourishing, unravelling beyond reach.
Binding his dreams to the sullen goddess.
Assimilation, it flows like tempered mercury.
At delirium's touch, insanity's grip.
Hope is rended in the wretched abyss,
The blind denizen fallen to forgotten depths.
The eyeless horror of a thousand maws,
Inconcievable horror, insidious intent.
Soul-devouring with crushing whispers,
Destroys them all and leaves with soft lament.
The somber witness in the endless dark,
Treads with starlight in his boundless gaze,
Forces back with strength of heaven's watch.
And turns his back upon the lifeless night.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Frozen Throne
A sliver, of purest ice.
An arbiter of bone.
A whispering skull, a frozen seed.
Maddening whispers for a fallen lord.
The midnight sun of pale illumination.
Your rapid ascent? Or unnatural growth?
A thousand cuts, unrelenting.
Blade-scored, the turned champion.
You wear a cloak of many skins,
Horrific flesh, yet lingering illness,
Ruptures the shaft of glacial ice,
A raging behemoth, beneath the elder moon.
Your split veins may have cauterized,
Before the last word of rigormortis,
But the blood drinker, thrice fanged, shall drink yet of ruby claret.
Crimson coins seduce towards the wasteland.
The bloodsipper lies in malefic repose,
The dying light before your bloodfall,
A refracted mind of the emerald saint,
Lights the waking nightmare before dying candles.
The bleak spinter, shard of crystalline bone,
is in this dusk; a flawless fang, a cruel claw.
And the defiance of your forgotten love,
is in the bloodsurge at heaven's fall.
An arbiter of bone.
A whispering skull, a frozen seed.
Maddening whispers for a fallen lord.
The midnight sun of pale illumination.
Your rapid ascent? Or unnatural growth?
A thousand cuts, unrelenting.
Blade-scored, the turned champion.
You wear a cloak of many skins,
Horrific flesh, yet lingering illness,
Ruptures the shaft of glacial ice,
A raging behemoth, beneath the elder moon.
Your split veins may have cauterized,
Before the last word of rigormortis,
But the blood drinker, thrice fanged, shall drink yet of ruby claret.
Crimson coins seduce towards the wasteland.
The bloodsipper lies in malefic repose,
The dying light before your bloodfall,
A refracted mind of the emerald saint,
Lights the waking nightmare before dying candles.
The bleak spinter, shard of crystalline bone,
is in this dusk; a flawless fang, a cruel claw.
And the defiance of your forgotten love,
is in the bloodsurge at heaven's fall.
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