Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
I got some of my story typed up. @Lilah Tunth
I bet you can find truck loads of stuff wrong in there. If I post it up
I bet you can find truck loads of stuff wrong in there. If I post it up
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macathan
grrr
Post it!Hellfire said:
I'd love to read it!!!
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
Still working on it, but will do.
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
sorry guys will type later, but Ipad is really low on battery turning ig off now. The charger just won't work!
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
I'm back! And will try to type a quick respond to the immortal poem!
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
here it is,
Praying for release.
Hoping for death.
Is this a life to live?
Is it not one of the best?
No.
A trail of despare
Left behind
A quake of terror.
Fear and misery.
Feeling forgotten
No one to hear
A cry.
Do they want to listen?
Do they speak
Only of themselves?
Yes it is true.
No one will listen
No one will care.
Forgotten even by time.
Unloved by most.
But rise, rise, rise,
Rise above it all.
Stand on your own.
A mountian of itself.
You need no one.
You trust no one.
That is the way.
Go one without them.
There blind anyway.
They care only for themselves.
Ranting in long bouts.
Listen quietly waiting
For your chance.
But no one hears.
No one wants to.
If only they did.
Now little child you shout.
You scream for justice
to be heard.
You want to be loved.
You deserve to be given a chance.
You deserved to have love.
Waiting patiently you are neglected,
Mistreated and used.
Tears come though you
Don't want them.
They seep through you eyes
In the middle of the night.
Death is coming
To take claim.
You scream for help.
You cry for a final comfort.
But rise, rise, rise,
Rise above it all.
Stand on your own.
A mountain of itself.
Take charge.
Forget feelings.
Forget love it will never be.
Death is coming.
Soon the clock will stop.
No pity no regret.
It won't help
Not one bit.
Enjoy your days
In silence it is the only true peace.
Are those lies?
Yes.
Cry you last tears
Little child.
Take the days in strides.
Then say good-bye.
Praying for release.
Hoping for death.
Is this a life to live?
Is it not one of the best?
No.
A trail of despare
Left behind
A quake of terror.
Fear and misery.
Feeling forgotten
No one to hear
A cry.
Do they want to listen?
Do they speak
Only of themselves?
Yes it is true.
No one will listen
No one will care.
Forgotten even by time.
Unloved by most.
But rise, rise, rise,
Rise above it all.
Stand on your own.
A mountian of itself.
You need no one.
You trust no one.
That is the way.
Go one without them.
There blind anyway.
They care only for themselves.
Ranting in long bouts.
Listen quietly waiting
For your chance.
But no one hears.
No one wants to.
If only they did.
Now little child you shout.
You scream for justice
to be heard.
You want to be loved.
You deserve to be given a chance.
You deserved to have love.
Waiting patiently you are neglected,
Mistreated and used.
Tears come though you
Don't want them.
They seep through you eyes
In the middle of the night.
Death is coming
To take claim.
You scream for help.
You cry for a final comfort.
But rise, rise, rise,
Rise above it all.
Stand on your own.
A mountain of itself.
Take charge.
Forget feelings.
Forget love it will never be.
Death is coming.
Soon the clock will stop.
No pity no regret.
It won't help
Not one bit.
Enjoy your days
In silence it is the only true peace.
Are those lies?
Yes.
Cry you last tears
Little child.
Take the days in strides.
Then say good-bye.
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Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
Monsters have soft hearts
There is a reason why monsters are so scary, strong, and intimidating
They have to protect their soft heart
Unlike man, these hearts are weak and very easily hurt
A monster rarely shows their heart to anyone
Thick hides, scales, claws, or large size keep the heart safe
But every so often, a monster is willing to show their heart to another
Their heart can easily be hurt, accidently or intentionally
It is a soft thing, nothing like what people would imagine it to be
When a monsters heart is hurt they hide away
Crawling back to their lair, their safehaven
It takes a long time for a monster's heart to heal
For their hearts are soft and weak
When one cares for a monster's heart
They find that they have the greatest friend
For a monster, just like us, longs to be understood
They long for it so badly, they are willing to show their soft heart
Monsters have soft hearts hidden away
They guard them with everything they can
So it is a rare treat to even get a glipse of such a heart
Treat it with care, for it is weaker than ours
@Tohoak @Lilah Tunth
There is a reason why monsters are so scary, strong, and intimidating
They have to protect their soft heart
Unlike man, these hearts are weak and very easily hurt
A monster rarely shows their heart to anyone
Thick hides, scales, claws, or large size keep the heart safe
But every so often, a monster is willing to show their heart to another
Their heart can easily be hurt, accidently or intentionally
It is a soft thing, nothing like what people would imagine it to be
When a monsters heart is hurt they hide away
Crawling back to their lair, their safehaven
It takes a long time for a monster's heart to heal
For their hearts are soft and weak
When one cares for a monster's heart
They find that they have the greatest friend
For a monster, just like us, longs to be understood
They long for it so badly, they are willing to show their soft heart
Monsters have soft hearts hidden away
They guard them with everything they can
So it is a rare treat to even get a glipse of such a heart
Treat it with care, for it is weaker than ours
@Tohoak @Lilah Tunth
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Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
Hmm.... I find it funny how you wirte more sweet kind poems and I write more hard angry poems.
macathan
grrr
I like it, even if it could improve a teensy bit.
As for sweet and angry poems.
Mine are just downright depressive to me myself.
Must like a vent for for negative emotions
As for sweet and angry poems.
Mine are just downright depressive to me myself.
Must like a vent for for negative emotions
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macathan
grrr
The Puppet Doll
This show's the last
Our turning point.
To be in the light.
To put up a fight.
The stage curtains,
They close down slow
And our puppet masters,
Put up a show.
They think they made us!
Taught us!
Oh boy,
How wrong!
At least I thought so,
All along.
Maybe they are right.
But am I doll?
Made for just complete control?
A sad existence made for me.
Even makes me want to flee.
But my duties still await,
And I want them finished,
Because the stage is still my fate.
This show's the last
Our turning point.
To be in the light.
To put up a fight.
The stage curtains,
They close down slow
And our puppet masters,
Put up a show.
They think they made us!
Taught us!
Oh boy,
How wrong!
At least I thought so,
All along.
Maybe they are right.
But am I doll?
Made for just complete control?
A sad existence made for me.
Even makes me want to flee.
But my duties still await,
And I want them finished,
Because the stage is still my fate.
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macathan
grrr
I know what you mean.Hellfire said:
Tablet is so stubborn in not charging.
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
I'm still haveing trouble selecting the codes. Plus I can't find where to turn of the thing you were talking about. Wow I am not good at this! Lol
macathan
grrr
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Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
Yayay!
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
Sweet!!! What part of that peom was sweet!Tohoak said:
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
Why not? Plus your were talking about soft monster hearts. What about that wasn't sweet?
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Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
That fact that they have to be monsters to protect soft hearts. And they are tourtured by the fact that they fear to love, in case their weak heart will give out.
That poem is about tourtured souls who become monsters to protect their heart. THAT IS NOT SWEET.
@Tohoak
That poem is about tourtured souls who become monsters to protect their heart. THAT IS NOT SWEET.
@Tohoak
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
macathan
grrr
A bit, if you ignore tortured.Hellfire said:
GTG
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
as you wish. Give me a sec
Hellfire
The strong must protect the weak
War is not a game
It is not all for fame
Their is blood and gore
And war is forever more
Brothers and sisters fall
Their bodies limp as a dolls
The rivers run red
And many lie dead
Childern play their games
Dreaming of fortune and fame
But war is no game
It is only filled with pain
It is not all for fame
Their is blood and gore
And war is forever more
Brothers and sisters fall
Their bodies limp as a dolls
The rivers run red
And many lie dead
Childern play their games
Dreaming of fortune and fame
But war is no game
It is only filled with pain
Tohoak
I am the flame in the night, darkness beware.
Well done.
"The Battle Rages"
Banners held high.
The sound of marching
All in a fine tune.
Brave or reckless
All the same.
Both dead any way.
The trumpet sounds
The guns fly out.
The battle has begun.
Hours and days go by.
The grass turns scarlet
The blood starts to run.
Mothers cry
Fathers mourn.
Lost forever in the stone.
The days come to an end.
The grass dries up.
The white flag flies.
But it is too late.
Too little.
Already gone are
The soldiers once brave.
The ground goes quiet.
Only sobs are heard.
Unforgotten memories.
Flashes of death
Never to be forgotten.
But now we smile and gleam.
The battle is over.
We are the free!
"The Battle Rages"
Banners held high.
The sound of marching
All in a fine tune.
Brave or reckless
All the same.
Both dead any way.
The trumpet sounds
The guns fly out.
The battle has begun.
Hours and days go by.
The grass turns scarlet
The blood starts to run.
Mothers cry
Fathers mourn.
Lost forever in the stone.
The days come to an end.
The grass dries up.
The white flag flies.
But it is too late.
Too little.
Already gone are
The soldiers once brave.
The ground goes quiet.
Only sobs are heard.
Unforgotten memories.
Flashes of death
Never to be forgotten.
But now we smile and gleam.
The battle is over.
We are the free!
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