Curse you fell creature!

Reality hath reared it's ugly head all too much recently and now it lunges towards my writing. Writing cowers before it, pleading, sparing no thought for dignity or honor, only it's life. The beast slows, and finally stops, inches away from Writing, it's great maw dripping with the rot and decay of numerous other escapes. Suddenly, it lunges for Writing, but when it withdraws it's fearsome head, Writing is still intact, though injured. Umm, yeah, dunno where that came from but the story is sticking, I'm just having to overhaul the origins a lot which is fine as they were never carved in pixels anyhow.

I think I got it

I've had concepts for a story running through my head since roughly the beginning of my freshmen year. A few days ago I think I found a way to tie all the concepts in and actually start the story. None of the concepts I'd thought up had dealt with origins at all so I was at a loss till this point on how to start it. So, I guess I'm just typin this here cus I"m kinda happy about it.

Up she goes

Obviously I don't write much on here, but I've gone through a period of rediscovering the internets, so here's a poem I wrote today, I may alter it at a later date.

Heaven's Lemmings

Quick, the call has gone out
Join your brethren in their pilgrimmage
They run, run, run to the edge
Jump, Fly, Fall
Fall with a beauty all their own
Racing, rushing, headlong down
they come to give their lives
bringing them from the grey sunlit plains
bringing them to all
bringing them so that all may live
their end comes
it is hard, harsh, unforgiving
splat, splatter, splat
the call fades
enough lives were given
and their souls rise up into the air
red, orange and yellow
green, blue, violet and indigo
another rain has fallen

Here's the next one

A Smile

A smile, weak and frail
Beside the warmth that you've shown me
This smile will always pale
With times so good and times so bad
I've never felt so very sad
No time left, no time to kill
I never wrote my living will
I'll make it up to you someday
That's what I'd hope that I would say
If I were near you, away from the hail

Well, here's another first

Now before you go getting any ideas that this is a normal blog: stop. This is just somewhere I'm bouncing poetry at myself. I might bounce ideas for a story I'm writing around in here is well. Do not expect any regularity in posting whatsoever. It will occur at random as I write. (though the first few might be clumped as I have already written things) if this get's out onto the web at all, well, someone tell me, I'd like to know. All comments are appreciated. Now, you have a nice night, and read something please.

Lies of Desecration

Donald Trump and Forest Gump are politicians' lies
fed to you through glassy tubes
that go behind your eyes
they irritate, they subjugate
they turn you into drones
when you're dead they'll skin your corpse
and desecrate your bones
the lies they feed on innocents
mirrored in the smoke
they desecrate our liberty
and bleed us 'til we're broke