My Peotry

(Grieving Clown) I'm supposed to help people. Make them laugh, give them hope, that should make me happy right? I know its my mission, my responsibility to bring happiness and smiles to others yet, inside I'm a very sad clown. I feel sad when I should be happy. I feel guilt when should feel joy. I feel distanced when I should feel at home. Why do I feel these things, what's missing? O you who made happiness happen, you who made all life one big laugh, please guide me back into thy praise. Help me to bring back the smile in my heart that left so long ago. Show me the way in which I should walk. I ask for forgiveness when its not deserved, yet I still ask. All I ever wanted was to live a life of laughter and fun and to someway find a way to make you proud so that I might one day get to tell the best joke of all. The joke that's more of a funny tale than a joke. The joke of how a crazy guy like me made it. I don't know what else to say, I just hope I can reconnect with you in someway.

The sacred war blinds us of its result. We think we know all the answers, yet we know nothing. Anger rises in the shadows of our hearts, waiting to take hold when we are down. I have felt its cursed touch, its pain I cannot erase, I can only embrace and wait for better times. This is what I know.

(The Three I know) I have met them. I know them, seen them, and felt them. They are real to me and me alone. A wandering soul, a dishonored protector, and a scarred hunter. These three and these three alone. They fight to save something that has been lost to the flames of anger and war. They strive to protect the ones that beg for safety. They put out the fires of persecution and help med the wounds of hate. Yes I know them, and I know the task put in front of them. They must face the one who lies beyond their reach and hides in shadows. One day soon, that one will strike, yet they will be there. They will fight, protect and strive for justice for all. The darkness will rise and try to destroy all it sees. But their light will be the beacon that leads all that see it to safety.

(Darken the Defiler) Darken the Defiler, unholy betrayer. Corrupter of all men and demon dealing king. Your name spreads spite we're ever it is aired, and pestilence grows on the ground in which you walk. People of all nations suffer at your hand and unholy patrons frolic to your whim. You who once cherished the peace, now wishes to see it burned asunder. The path in which you walk is a path of dread. You seek the nourishment of evil and not one being can turn you from your course. Darken the Defiler, o bloodiest being. The path in which you walk, is completely obscene.

(Literary Son) I'm a wander in a ocean of broken glass, careful not to step on the fragments of sorrow. Three beings came from me, two sons one daughter. The light became one, Confidence and Protection. The darkness became one, Adultery and Scorn. The division became one, between the crossroads of fate. All left but one. For he stayed with me in the ocean of fragments. Guiding, listening, and directing me to one who holds the answers. He will always have my purest love. The Literary Son that doesn't exist yet is here. He will be with me until the end of my days, this I know to be true. Trials and tribulation await but, we keep each other strong. I hope to be alive to get the ones I love. I hope in my heart of hearts, that we both find love and peace.

(More to Red) Many see me as a monster. A menace to be destroyed. A pestilence to be cured. But I am so much more. My kind have watched over mankind for centuries. Once we were many, in multiple lands we guarded and fought. But now we are all but, extinct. They know us well. We have been immortalized in their literature. The cloaks of red are clearly seen. Dealing with predators of the wild, taking down false leaders, and even rising to the power that only crime can grant. Though no one knows we protect them, it doesn't matter. I will remember our original purpose, even if I must hide behind this mask forever.

(Peace no more) So much anger, so much rage, why do these people have to be in such a stupid haze. Its ridiculous and foolish, life is so short, so why o why, is this their last resort. I feel vengeance and pain, when I should feel love. Compassion and understanding, but it no longer exists. This plot of land is dead, never to be regained. The fires of tribulation as drawn out its true self. I'm nothing but a helpless witness, trying to mend the wound of war. But all chances are done, and the land remains sore. For now I understand, peace has left this land to be regained nevermore.

(So little, yet so much) How could you have gained so much, yet you feel like you have so little. You see this choice, this life, as a meaningless effort. I've heard it said, one who knows nothing can understand nothing, and that's what you know. You understand nothing because you feel you have nothing, when really you have so much. You breath, you laugh, you hear the bird around you, what more could you need. Trials are in deep abundance, but let that weigh you down. Breath in all you have, and don't sorrow of what you don't. The world has many tasks but, we choose on which ones we focus.

Favourite: Nothing yet Something Least favourite: Words of the B (this seemed like more of a narrative piece, I'm sure there is deeper meaning but I failed to find it)

You're pretty damn good at this. Bravo O.O I read the first two, but I'll definitely check out the rest, maybe even print them lmao. The "whom you stalk" one convinced me well