My Peotry

I've written many works in my time. I'd like to share them with you all. (RM)

(Words of the B) In a realm known and yet unknown to man, a battle takes place. A battle that will determine the destiny of an individual. But in this realm also, lies a door. A door to the inner most part of an individual. If an evil or dark presence goes through that door, then that person will end up in despair. In order for this to never happen, the door needs guardians. Defenders of the inner realm, they alone will defend it against the ones that would miss use its power. Who are these defenders? That is unknown. They are chosen by the one who wants his or her door defended. No matter whom is chosen, they will do as there master or mistress as instructed. They will defend the door will there very lives until its secure. One day soon, the doors to the inner realm will no longer need to be guarded, for the evil that threatens them will have vanished. When doors are finally secure, the guardians will no longer be needed and they will either go back to which they came, or they will yet again wait for their master/mistress instruction. While the exact end date for the battle will never be known, have faith that it will come and when it does, make sure that you stand tall. For all your strength will be needed and your guardians will need their instruction. Yes you will lead them, you are the one they will serve. So lead them and never falter. Protect the doors to your inner realm and never lose faith.

(Whom you stalk) Tik Tok frail and frock you don't know whom you stalk. Who's there who are you? Who are you? who are they? no one can particularly say. Stop talking in riddles come on out! Come on out come on out you seem to forget your in my redoubt. One two three and four why do you want to suffer forever more? I don't want to suffer I just want I... You do not know whom you speak or what to speak or who to speak. Have you stalked me because you think I'll tell you what to seek? He said you would help me. He told she told it told you cannot believe everything you are told. But has glass shatters in the night, I will help you through this blight. Thank you. I want one thing in return so that you may learn. Of course, anything. Listen to what I speak, and nothing else, not even a squeak. OK, what? Tik Tok Frail and frock always know whom you stalk.

(Nothing yet Something) So many mysteries become a hole. I am blind, yet I see. I am deaf, yet I hear. I am mute, yet I speak. I am num, yet I feel. I am clogged, yet I smell. All these things at once. Why do these things occur, and why to one such as I? Am I unlike any other, or more dust in the wind? Has someone seen something that I do not yet see? So many questions, yet so little time to process. I am no one at all, I know this to be true and yet, I appear to be wrong. Something has seen something unseen that I havent been able to see due to my blindness. I havent cried for joy because I am mute. I havent heard its praise because I am deaf. I havent felt its warmth because I am num. I havent smelt its scent because I am clogged. But for now I know. Nothingness acts as a sleeping novel, waiting to be written, for this is where the stories of many begin. Will my story now begin? Only the unknown could know but, I know this. Nothing can be changed into Something if only you will it to be so.

(Enchanting Night) I find the night to be beautiful. The wind acts as wondering souls wanting to tell a tale. The moon shines brightly, wanting only to watch those who roam under its light. The blackness of the shadows swallow you and protect you from harm. Many fear the darkness but, if you become one with it, your only fearing yourself. Sometimes I too fear what lurks in the shadows, but why? There is much to fear in this world but, why worry about simple shadows of things that still exist in the light. Darkness to some might be considered evil, why? Because they don't understand it. True, many evil beings call the shadows their domain but, the shadows don't belong to them. The night has its good and bad like anything else. I've seen the beauty of the night. The whispers in the wind, the watchful eyes of the stars, and the flourishing light of the moon. The night is beautiful and truly enchanting. For I believe sometimes, its the only place for certain ones to find peace.

(O how I try) Why bother, why try, this is what I ask. Everytime I look, and everytime I think I have something, I am stomped. People want so much and I feel as if nothing I do will be met with prize. Its hard to motivate when there's nothing behind you. No one's there to back you, you are alone, and this is what I face. I walk alone on this trail of broken dreams and hopes. But I refuse to give in. I have dreams and hopes that I refuse to let die. I will find a way to make them real. No one can take that away.

(Heart) So many feelings lay within. Joy, pride, sadness, sometimes even rage. They all coexist with one another to make the person go. But one thing happens when the heart is big. The bigger the heart, the harder it can ache. Sometimes you can feel things, and not even know why your feeling them. But that's just what makes us human, it not something that can be completely understood. Tears of joy, screams of sorrow, and aches of rage. All these feelings we feel are what makes us who we are.

(Laugher) So many thoughts, so many tricks. So many laughs, and so many cries. Oh what wonderful torture. But you know, life ain't all that bad. Sure you feel like you want to tear your hair out sometimes but, who doesn't right? Who am I? No one special, just your un average Joe that wants to enjoy life and try not to get to crazy with things. On the other hand, you have to be a little crazy to get through life, I mean look at this worlds definition of normal. People do some really crazy things these days. They lie, cheat, kill, wage war, sexualize everything, and guys are sleeping in the same beds. What the hockey tock is going on here?! So you might ask, how to I deal with it? How should I know, like I said I'm no one special but, that doesn't mean I haven't found a few tricks and tips along the way. So first things first, don't be normal. Now I'm not saying run around in rainbow outfits or kill anyone that angers you no, that be crazy! BUT what I am saying is be yourself, be you, do what makes you happy and go through life positively, even though its hard. Second most important thing, LAUGH. Laughing every day makes you happy, it makes you so happy, that you feel like you could take on any problem no matter what it is. Plus, its fun. Finally, try writing. Writing helps get all your tangled little thoughts onto paper. Trust me, once you see your thoughts in front of you, you'll either be happy or horrified. O yeah one more thing. Your still probably wondering who the heck I am right? Just call me Laugher. Happy trails people!

(Note from the Unknown) People fear and hate us. When they see us they flee. When were heard, they scream out in fear. Sometimes even if they think we are in the same area, they want to stay away. But why do they fear us? Because we are the defiled of this world. They call us monsters, abominations, demons, and creatures of the night. While it is true that most have become malevolent, their are some that want to be different. That is why we leave this message. To show you that some of the "foul monsters" you fear do not want to harm you. We have lived among you, sometimes hidden and sometimes in plain state. But know that while some of us wish you harm, their are others that want to not only live in peace but, want to keep your lives peaceful. So know that we are here, living, watching, and even protecting.

(Delusion of the Mad) You call a man mad, does that mean he's insane? You can a woman insane, does that mean she's dangerous? Is madness a cage, or is it a sanctuary? Questions could overflow the mind on the subject. I could recall a time, one certain time, I met someone linked to the madness. A being, beautiful and ugly. Sane and insane. It showed me the inner workings, took me on a journey into somewhere unknown yet familiar. When the journey was done, I gained something. I discovered that madness does not equal insanity and insanity does not equal madness. This being, even though being mad, was sane. So what is the answer to riddle that I've spoke? Madness is nothing more than another plane. A realm in of it self. Whether it be right or wrong, strange or indifferent, that remains to be seen. We will probably never understand the delusions of madness, because there was nothing to understand in the first place. Simplicity itself, no?