This thread will be filled with my venting. Do you know what happens when you steam metal for too long? Welp, here's my first vent: =P ~ ~ Once upon a time I tried to take it all, Tried to make it work, Tried to crush them all. But it got boring, that. So instead I stood up tall. Only to find that The rest were mean and strong. So then I tried to dig Just a little deeper Into the chasm they call Illegal Black Frowned upon Near-death Addiction of power Abuse of the smile That lures you slowly, closer Until they bite. And then you'd think they'd cry out With all that blood flowing down But they just keep walking deeper Into the world they thought they knew With red-toothed imps cackling behind them Because the event was already forgotten, The mind already taken. And then I decided I didn't want to see. But it isn't that easy to stop Seeing The real world Once you've already seen it. All you can do is Let yourself be bitten And you won't forget, Just wander Until you've forgotten about how You died last night. And today, you just kept walking Down that very same path. Disclaimer: typed on my phone, no will to edit Disclaimer 2: not based on real events, at least not that i can remember >.> Disclaimer 3: not for the weak, this thread, it'll be filled with this sort of junk that likes to meddle with the head
Hello little bunny, What a cute little bunny, Such pretty fur and eyes; I think I'll take you home. Hello little bunny, What a cute little bunny, Such pretty fur and eyes, I think I'll egg you too. Hello little bunny, I've had enough of you, You and your eggs are all the same And I've already six of you. Hello little bunny, I heard you've quite the hop And your feet are the source of power And of course, above that, humans must tower. Hello little bunny, Why are you so afraid? It only takes one strike To get to bunny heaven. Hello little bunny, Did you know I kill for sport? Few feet you drop, Yet I cannot stop For it is too fun To see you hop and drop. Hello little bunny, I will not leave you at rest. For you are too cute, Large eyes and painted fur, I think I'll love you Until the very end. Hello, Little bunny.
What happened to those days when games were games? Now that we've evolved, gaming has become a part of reality. What happened to those days when games were games? For some reason, economy has shifted to fueling minds instead of mines. What happened to those days when games were games? Service outside, servitude inside. Is it such a bad thing, to want games to remain as games? I think the possibility is large, considering How much people want To give up their souls For something that doesn't exist And never will.
I believe all species were given a directive. Earthworms were told to eat the dirt and put it back anew. Bears were told to leave fish behind to fertilize the earth. The lion only hunts when hungry, each meal lasting him two weeks. All these animals don't think twice about their actions, but they're all doing one thing: Keeping the Earth in harmony. What about us humans, then? Were we given a directive? Some kind of ulterior guidance To further the earth? Save species? I don't think we were. And if we were, we ignored it. We save not, want more. We destroy, deforest, and even dehumanize. If we were doing these things to harmonize, the earth should have ways of rejuvenating itself just as fast. But it doesn't. And it's dying. And now some of us step back and step forth and say "Let us revitalize the earth." But what of it? The earth is still dying. Day by day. More and more destruction we reap upon the earth Without thought Almost as if Our directive was: Destroy this planet. *Inspired by Parasyte Maxim*
I just wanna mention here that i have a new book for sale at my first res in the "written books" section. It's fitted to 1.8 format (unlike the other 3, which have been messed up ;. and is a collection of 5 who-am-I and what-am-I riddles that i made up spontaneously. Enjoy! Five 1st Riddles
You have quite the poetic style with these, can't wait to read more. You'll have to remind me to buy your book later as well =)
I wrote 3 of these oh my phone while in bed, right before going to sleep xD they're all spontaneous rants. I hope i can become more focused and regular rather than typing things up while half-asleep lol.
Toxicity is a disease. By toxicity, I mean that anger that boils up in you When you realize that something you're doing is wrong But you blame it on someone else And get everyone around you angry. By toxicity, I mean when you grow upset About the stupidest things, The smallest things in life, Say, A game. By a game, I mean video games computer games card games major league sport games Any sort of "game" that you think you live for. Some people do live for these games. They strive for these games. They think their only future is in these games. I think their future only exists if they get out of there. Toxicity is a disease. It only exists in games, Where nothing matters except That instant before you Which you grow so angry about, That instant which Will affect neither present nor future, The only two changeable times. Toxicity is a cycle of a disease. Once you realize you've done something wrong, You want to undo it But you can't, Because it was in the past And everyone but you has forgotten. That just makes you more angry. Toxicity is a cycle Of anger And trying And trying for things that don't matter And trying for a thing that no longer exists And growing angry when you realize All you're doing is making things worse But you can't stop. Because to stop would mean to admit defeat. Toxicity is the fear of defeat. Everyone knows that to gain something, you must lose something. No one actually understands until after they gain something. And then they forget again, So that the next time they lose something, They grow upset, Thinking there's nothing more to gain. Toxicity is a disease It spreads inside of you-- Consumes you-- Makes you angry-- Makes you afraid-- Makes you judgmental-- But only you are being judged-- You aren't really judging anyone else-- You're just judging yourself, Thinking that everyone else around you, Is you. It's only you. Don't be toxic. *Inspired by... all those League of Legend games where people are so toxic *.**
Immortality Do you think immortality is a good thing? I suppose it could help save the world, If saving the world were humans' top priority. Unfortunately, our top priority seems to be taking from the earth, Not replenishing it. Our motives are self-driven. Self-seeking. We want only what will benefit us; To do anything else would be hypocritical. That is why immortality for humans will end in the earth's destruction. If every human was immortal, what would we do? We'd reap the earth of its goods and put nothing back; We'd stare at the grey skies and mutter that the clouds are being lazy. We have no pity for anything that doesn't directly affect us. We wither away in boredom if we aren't constantly applauded. We rot in the very air if there isn't someone praising us. We want everything. We care for nothing. Immortality will only fuel our greed. Immortality is sought by those who have had unfulfilled lives, Such that this earth will eventually Be filled with those who think They deserve more Because they've done less. *Unfortunately, we've already found the cure for death. Now we wait for the destruction.
*The Slime Song* I'm a slime, I'm a slime, I'm a slime, I'm a slime, Oh look a human, So tiny Lemme go eat him, Squeeze him into my big green belly--ouch! I'm four slimes, I'm four slimes, I'm four still-hungry slimes, I'm four slimes, I'm four slimes, I think I can still swallow him whole--ow! I'm eight slimes, I'm eight slimes, I'm drowning, I'm dying, I'm falling--but it doesn't hurt-- Too much water, Must bounce, To get a nibble Of my newfound snack. I'm drowning, I'm falling, I'm tilting, I'm dying, I'm being slashed, I'm being hacked, I'm being smashed. I'm being shot. I've shrunk Into a few balls What will I do? I'm still hungry. I'm alive! Yet plastered to a wall, Some sort of hard brown substance That keeps pushing me and all; I'm still a slime, Still a slime, Just cut and wiped And put together again! I'm a slime, I'm a slime, Just made for your convenience, is all! *Inspired by that "I'm a Sapling" youtube video from a long time ago*
I am experiencing for the first time... Gaming boredom burnout. Yes. Burning yourself out to being physically and mentally tired through games, becoming bored from the repetition no matter how many accounts and games you switch between... And then, simply, becoming tired. This tiredness is not worth it. I feel empty and full of an intense burning pain that isn't strong enough to kill me fast but kills me slowly, so that I think I might be able to play a bit more and survive on snacks but NO. My body and brain are tired of the computer. Tired of clicking and hitting keys. Tired of staring at a bright screen that can't ever be bright enough. Tired of games. It's the oppsite of what gamers claim: play more, play more, and play even more and you'll find yourself engulfed in a sweet electric paradise. Well, maybe not in those exact words. But either way, I suppose this just means... I'm not a gamer?
They say that you only start to appreciate things Once you've had that thing taken away. So why is it that I crave nonsensically for those things Without actually wanting them? It's merely an attachment I've grown, Nothing more. There's no appreciation for anything When we're apart, Just a longing. The appreciation comes When we're together, Because that's when the laughter comes, When a smile tugs at my lips. Away from you, Unable to reach you, There is no appreciation, Only longing, Despite knowing the pains of having you.
Pain does something to your mind. I can't say I know for sure what it does, though. After a bit, it just stops hurting. You get used to the pain. A numbness replaces it. I can't say if not feeling pain is good Because who wants to feel pain, Except when they're not sure they're alive? But in that sense, This pain is bad Because it stops you from feeling pain And then you're not sure if you're alive. The pain I speak of is eternal pain, Endless pain, Brutal, repetitive, scarring pain As opposed to a mere prod That we all get daily. I can't say that eternal pain is bad. It hurts to the point of making us forget to breathe But at the same time, we do breathe. And our life is then dedicated to finding a way out From this suffering. From this hell we've created ourselves Because what hell is not personal? I suppose in this sense, the devil doesn't exist. Because there's too many of us in need Of eternal pain And a cure for longevity. I'm sorry, did I say something wrong, there? A cure for longevity Means to live less long, Correct? Yes. The devil would be someone Who makes certain to shorten our lives Perhaps not in years but In the strength of our soul. I can't say if pain is good Because no matter what the reason for it is, It draws the devil near. And I can't say if pain is bad, Because no matter what the reason for it is, It keeps the devil at bay, Busy, Away from those who truly need to be tormented, Thus making the torment worse. Waiting is worse. Waiting can be painful. True pain is that which one suffers through nothingness. Through waiting, Despite all attempts to forget that We are waiting. Suffer with us.
