i cried... here's one for you:

If you feel what you see and see what you'r feeling sour seein starts'a moving it aint UP to me; king castle king castle show me your roots... amber and incense dear pauper, and crack on the house!!!

that's pretty good. I got another poem. let me go find my flash drive.

Idealists

All Knowing,
Yet Ignorant,
They sit
On Thrones
Of Gold
And Ivory.
I do
Not Envy
Their way
Of life.
Let their
minds shatter
Like many
Glass panes,
As the
World they
Know crumbles.

Ah fuck, why did i delete my documents folder? I can tell ya, there was some god-tier poetry in that bitch.

>>128
Riller, I thought it was common knowledge that you were a god.

I can has poetry?

The Puppet's Play

I am but a puppet in the Master's plans,
Shedding tears from blood-soaked hands.
Bound by chains, not by strings,
Watch me perform unspeakable things.
Screaming smiles to hide my pain,
Slowly driving myself insane.
The show begins with sound of applause,
The crowd oblivious to the underlying cause.
But soon it becomes much too late,
As the onlookers succomb to fate.
Gazing gleefully at my clever snare,
Hypnotized by the dancing snakes in my hair.
Petrified, paralyzed, motions cease,
Soon they'll all be resting in peace.

So watch, watch, as the puppets play,
Not realizing you've become our prey.
Falling deeper into our ploy,
Your life shall soon be destroyed.

At the end of our act no cheering is heard,
You find it ends with but a single word.
And things slowly fade away,
As you watch the puppets,
The Puppet's Play.

>>129
I'm not a god. Being a god is against my religion.

(No, not atheist fag. Check out the first commandment.)

>>132
Whoa... Riller it was a joke, okay? No need to remind the son of a minister what the Good Book says.

Intro to The Legend of Alavaster

The dark plumes of smoke from the burning houses were like a warm breath from on a cold morning. Clouds of ash and soot blotted out the twin moons and the stars above. A man wearing black boiled leather armor stood in the middle of one of the streets. In his right hand he gripped a scimitar with a toothed serration from the blade’s base to its very tip. A hooded cloak concealed much of his face from the light that emitted from the fires that raged all around.

Blood was spattered indiscriminately over his equipment… the blood of the helpless villagers he had slaughtered. He stood there in that street smiling at his handy work like an artist would towards his masterpiece. The vile warrior’s face contorted from that of the macabre satisfaction he took from his deeds to one of rage. He had heard something… he had heard innocence.

It was the innocence of a child crying for its mother. Cries that would go unanswered… Cries that made the madman’s blood boil. The sadistic swordsman stalked the sound as if it were a game. As he drew closer he made sure to tread lightly so as not to alarm his pray. He peeked around the corner and there he saw the youngster. He judged his victim to be a girl, no more than six years of age and no less than four. Her brown hair formed tight curls were cut short. She had slightly pointed and elongated ears which were indicative of an elven and human ancestry.

He crept towards her like fog rolling over the low lands, calm and quiet. When he was close enough he slowly rose from his crouched position. He stood over her and raised his sword over his head. ‘A child like this was weak. She deserves my sword’s merciful touch.’ He began the swing downward towards the little girl…

That last one is really old... like 4 years or so.

>>133
Well, children of religious people often become rebellious and thus atheists, gays or satanists (Same thing, really.)

I actually once had this black guy believe i was the second coming of Jesus, though. I didn't tell him, we were just playing Counter strike, and when he heard my voice, he went kind of insane and worshiped me for months. Much lulz was had with that.

>>138

Did he ever find out?

>>139
Find out what? The halo above my head? My problem with not being able to drink water cause it turns into wine? How i win the 1000 meter freestyle swim competitions?

>>140
That was me, by the way. Got a new computer. Tonight, i will build up an empire of neko pics on it that will last a thousand faps.

>>137
I was at one point, but I'm back on track. (I was atheist, then I was agnostic now I'm Unitarian Universalist, which is the religion my dad converted to about 9 years ago.)

November Memories

I sit beside her as the cold November wind cut through my leather jacket. The first quarter is already over. The roar of the crowd is deafening. Looking over, I notice her shaking from the cold. I take my jacket off and place it on her shoulders. I can barely hear her say thank you over the cheering fans. All I have on now over my torso is a thin grey t-shirt.

She lays her head on my shoulders. I kiss her head gently. As I do, I feel a rush of warmth through my almost iced body. My pulse quickens as she lifts her head and leans in to kiss my lips. I oblige her by leaning towards her. I can smell her sunflower perfume, which I have complimented her on many times. Our lips meet and the once oppressive ruckus from the crowd fades to a whisper.

All my senses focus on her. The mild flavor of strawberries from her mouth is all I taste. Her skin is so smooth and soft to the touch. I can feel her heart beat as we embrace.

I’ve never felt more alive than when I am with her. Nothing else matters more than her presence and love. Yet the time when I can call her mine has passed.