Escape
I'd walked for very long, a hundred-million years passed in my sense's absence.
From where the end was, I find my feet rest and my gaze stretch;
I now observe naught but this vast, desolate place: I stand upon its edge.
With my hands outstretched, my forehead kissed by the emptiness...
I will not engage as to the conversation about 'games', as it is not the right place. It is tangential.
As for this specifically, I will emphasize that it is common for a reason. Your experience is yours, the voice of many others are the voices of many others just as much. Luck is the prime...
Roleplays have always tended towards abruptly ending, as caused by a multitude of factors most aptly summarized as 'loss of inspiration'. This tends to be on the part of participants, as opposed to the GM, though certainly a vanishing GM is not outside of the realms of possibility. It is...
Once, I went to the Store
It's a moody day, cloudy skies full of rain,
'What is the worth of this pain, and the dirt?'
I hear the smattering of droplets splattering,
Windows rattling, cashier cackling;
Standing still by the register, I check my purse,
'I thought I'd pay with the earth,'
'Whole...
There is so much no one knows about, struggles left untold and lessons left untaught; who I am no one really seems to know about, very little to be cared for, knowledge supposed to be lost- friends lost, acquaintances drifted distances far beyond where I now roam: I'm a drifting one. I deal with...
I am alone now, have been for a long while.
So much to say, but these feelings just won't go away;
I try to understand, however there's so much for me to handle;
It's an emptiness that strangles, intoxicates and wrangles my heart and thus mangles.
My personhood it entangles, sentience estranged...
Though it may sound preposterous for myself to say it, nonetheless it is primarily because I do not believe the two of us would match in writing level, or the commitments we make for roleplaying, resulting in a bad 1x1-match. Secondarily, your group roleplay is generally uninteresting and rather...
Introspection
I wake up,
Drenched in cold sweat wrought by my deepest inability to sleep enough.
The water within which I'd slept as deep, dark, and cold as the nightmare I had dreamt about,
Blessed by the loneliness, imagination ends when reality encroaches it:
Recurring themes intermix...
Truth,
There is nothing he will not do to be friends with you.
He will show you how things are,
He will tell you the devil behind every remark,
And he will unmask every single smile:
Invading all that's hallow, razing every precious thing with burning husks and swallows-
All your thoughts and...
Considering my writing of vaguely poetic works are a recurring thing, I have decided to make a singular thread (this one) within which I will post them. There are no primary themes, or intentional topics which I focus on; these are spontaneous creations, spurred by whichever influences they...
The only fateful encounter of my life was a woman on a Chatango chatroom funneling me into writing with her, and thus I became a writer. Though, MSN is a close second.
I wish you good tidings,
I believe you could benefit from knowing about the existence of this thread, which seeks to create a community for new people.
Merely press the blue, and you will be taken there, you would perhaps enjoy the fact that there is a discord group in the aforementioned...
It is difficult to remember, it has been many years since and the events themselves are becoming foggy. But, I believe it was Ground Control. I would look over my father as he would use the computer, played his old games, and marvel wide-eyed at what could only be described to a youth- such as I...