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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 10, 2020 20:31:28 GMT -5
come with me to my special places where gods and men try to outwit each other, so choose your armor and weapons well fight and live became a warrior true its your time and place and choose your masters well and be wary of most women
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 13, 2020 19:47:58 GMT -5
n darkness and alone he creeps about of little use in most regards and drug addled yet he was superb in all regards in the field of armed combat this made him useful and made him enemies for he left a trail of blood and foulness wherever he walked in jolly sun and bleakest, frozen eve
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 15, 2020 23:24:12 GMT -5
stripped of all emotions a weird sort of tiredness with you in my life all is strange and worrisome love doesn't conquer all it is all or something like that as I stroll down my dark hall unsuspecting but wary its all to much the mystery and the magic called love overpowering disabling singing quietly in the night impossible heights and the depths unbearable but be all that I take my chances maybe im mad but what of it love is real
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 15, 2020 23:51:42 GMT -5
that was so strange
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 18, 2020 21:48:41 GMT -5
a lonely dark street and a cold rain just pouring down but Im ok this is my kind of night when I can dream about love and beauty at the end of my fingertips is something soft yielding and just out of reach just have to soldier on be kind and put love out there until my heart is empty like my poor head which is always on my tired shoulders really a little joke to lighten things when its so dark and the love is in the rain somewhere out there somewhere she waits and I am lost until that time when she comes and saves me
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Post by themirrorthief on May 18, 2020 23:06:33 GMT -5
I submit to you my sorceress Im a fly caught in your web you're skinny sexy with a sense of style all your own of course I hate loving you I love hating you I worry for you and you hurt me but that's to be expected Im a grown man so the little boy inside will just have to suffer quietly shhhhhhh
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Post by themirrorthief on May 31, 2020 0:06:07 GMT -5
she is a vampire but a very lovely one gone for a moment back in rehab I hope it works but she is a bad girl a user, a liar and a thief but so lovely and funny and tender and needy what can I say she is like a sweet tasting poison and totally dangerous she has cost me so much but I melt when she cries and that says a lot she has camped in my heart and she sends jolts through my mind
she will never grow up
but isn't that all of her charm
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 25, 2020 13:46:11 GMT -5
today im kissing my old friend the one that flows through me like a sad, quiet wind my soul has fled without joy its so far away almost dead I want to dream again paint a life thats pretty like a picture by Monet that old saint he made the world more beautiful and I want to also but is so freaking hard digging that tiny bit of charge that spark inside I dont know how it manages to remain but let me draw with pictures made of words words colored by tears and blood pretty thing in a way like the flowers in may that smell so sweet and bring beauty to this starving world that can never get enough of even one beautiful soul
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 25, 2020 13:48:07 GMT -5
Howard was a great poet, beneath his shadow im nothing, but I wont to honor his memory by trying
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 28, 2020 23:49:09 GMT -5
dreaming all night and fearing the approaching day dont be afraid its the human way storms always gathering preachers always regreting their failure to save and condemn such is life like the trees growing tall and proud in a virgin forest and the love growing in the heart of a virgin girl always expecting something better no matter the weather bright or cloud we march on and watch from our towers what may come a love beautiful or cruel or like a scalding hot tub life is like that and dreams come' as they may thus are our days and\ god bless all the pretty maids
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 28, 2020 23:50:32 GMT -5
ps...got a story just about done...had given it up but Im back apparently...
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 30, 2020 2:09:47 GMT -5
new story if finished. it needs a final edit and hopefully I can post it tomorrow. first tale in a long time!!! even if it sucks Im proud of it
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 30, 2020 9:45:12 GMT -5
yay I did it...a new tale and maybe more in the near future
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 16, 2020 23:21:24 GMT -5
worn down hard to proceed where is my inner demon pushing me to try something give life meanings try a bit harder smile a little more throw a nickel to the poor and do it before Im pushed out the door
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 22, 2020 14:03:00 GMT -5
Im so tired worn down life does that to you if you are a fool never count on anyone besides yourself to provide you with what you need or desire we are all presently separated by this wall of flesh that we wear until we die then its to late to live, to love to cherish and touch time to soldier on dust myself off be a real man like a stone hard and chiseled like Paul Simon said I am a rock albeit with a few cracks
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