Warrior General Games

Closing in, dark, cold - weight on my chest

Breathe in, breathe out.

Eyes open, world ablaze, pressure from all sides. Reflexive kicking and struggling.

Relax.

Head swimming, stomach turning, eyes dry and hurting, tension building.

Smile.

Determination fading, zeal gone, drag myself through.

The way she carries herself so confidently, and pays attention to the small things.

The timbre of her voice when she speaks softly - the way she can't stop laughing when she gets going.

How wonderful she makes me feel when she's around.

Petry is dead.⚰️💀🥀

I promised it'd be terrible, I intend to deliver.

No prose, no rhyme, no feeling or structure. Poetry of this calibre can hardly be called it.

Is it important in reality, to convey anything in poetry though? What really designates it to be or not?

What's the point in the end really, instead of just typing out what you mean normally? I guess, catharsis?

It's indeed terrible, and awful, but it has something to it - I feel at least.

Maybe I'm just crazy, but petry is a hard art to understand.

One...
which is...
so unlike me...
yet like me...
we are...
one.

This is just to say...
That
....................this.......................
..................................................is...................................






a wonderful idea.

"School flunky, pill junkie/ But look at the accolades the skills brung me/Full of myself....but still hungry." -----------marshall

I struggle against it, but it always only gets tighter.

Around my chest, around my head, the pressure builds.

Jaw shut tight, breath shallow, tighter and tighter.

I wanna scream but can't get the air out, I wanna smile but can't force myself.

The eyes are the worst, but the thoughts behind them are what scare me.

If only I could Quiggle more often than I do...
...maybe then I would be less scary.
But then if I Quiggled more often than I do...
...I would turn into Jim Carey.
To Quiggle or not to Quiggle...
...that is the question.
And if you should...
then it's all good...
and should be moved to Epic suggestions.

"Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the widescreen
Let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
Or be the deer that's caught in my high beams
I'm rolling with the brights on
Scared stiff, reality is just too much to bear with
Paranoid, walking around, careless
No wonder you're in love with your therapist
Go to sleep my little time bomb" - Sean Daley on "God Loves Ugly"

The world is your oyster they always say.
Naivete brings joy in its own ways.
But life never fails to go for the kill.
Sweet dreams will all turn into bitter pills.

Pb.
Cu.
Cu.Pb.Zn.
75% saltpetre.
15% soft charcoal.
10% sulfur.
Wood.
Steel.
World change.
Peace?

Forever seems so far away, so long and distant, and yet we know not what awaits us - excepting for sure that we shall never see forever.

We live like it will never catch up to us, or those whom we grow attached to, but none of us will be here forever.

Our minds have no way to comprehend forever, our thoughts are finite by design, but we still fear the idea that we can't have it.

We didn't know what it was to exist before we did, we can't quite fathom what it will be like once we don't.

But, it's literally the one defining factor we living beings have, in a universe of complete indifference, the fact that we can recognize that we won't exist forever.

It instills fear in us, because we quite like existing.