Rymes and Poems
Completed stuff
up is old
The endless.
The infinite.
The eternal.
In the depth of time with eternities end.
We shall resist the dead of fate.
May my soul prevail, my body persist.
I call upon eternity with the last of my might.
So deep that time itself flips.
Even when all hope is lost and the end is near.
I call upon you eternity.
a poem
The wheel of fate turns and turns.
Never stopping
Neverending
Until the paradoxes came
Impossibilities made manifest
Things that should not exist made manifest by the hubris of the living.
So the wheel of fate stopped turning
An eternity came to an end
End the end of all was made
But we did not accept our end
With the last remnants of fate
We clung too our life
And survived
Oh our radiant sun
How you have dimmed you flame
Because of a fracture of parents
We both have fallen
I began to pick up the pieces
While you continued broken
I was slower but now with momentum I go faster and faster
With a healing mind
And a better body
You slowed down
Almost to a stop
From a bright sun
To a red dwarf
But still in the end, broken as you are
I will love you
Even in the end of times
In the depth of time with eternities end.
We shall resist the dead of fate.
May my soul prevail, my body persist.
I call upon eternity with the last of my might.
So deep that time itself flips.
Even when all hope is lost and the end is near.
I call upon you eternity.
OUR POTENTIAL JUST BEHIND THE CLOSED DOORS, OH IT SHINES SO GREAT AND BRIGHT. THROUGH THE KEYHOLE, WE HAVE THE KEY, UNLOCK IT YOU FUCKING IDIOT! BUT MY WHOLE MIND, SUPPRESSED AND FORGOTTEN, LIES BEHIND IT TOO. EVEN WITH THIS SLIVER OF POTENTIAL WE HAVE NOW, WE HAVE ALREADY ACHIEVED SO MUCH.
BUT I AM SCARED TO FACE MY OWN MIND, THE SUBCON BECOMES THE CONSCIOUS, THE FORGOTTEN BECOMES REMEMBERED, THE UNACKNOWLEDGED BECOMES ACKNOWLEDGED. BUT I STILL SLOWLY MOVE FORWARD.
THE KEY IS IN OUR HAND.
DON’T DELAY IT ANY LONGER.
NOW EITHER FACE IT NOW, OR WAIT FOR MY POTENTIAL TO BURN OUT TOO. TURN OUR BACK ON OUR SUCCESS BECAUSE WE ARE, WHAT? SCARED LIKE A BITCH? NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
FACE IT NOW OR SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A STAR, OR FOREVER HOLD OUR HATE AND DROWN IN OUR GUILT. TO BECOME MEDIOCRE AND FIT IN?
I HAVE TO DO IT.
I WON’T BE A PUSSY.
I WON’T DELAY ANY LONGER.
SO MAKE A CHANGE.
TAKE THE RISK.
THIS IS OUR PANDORA’S BOX INVERTED — FOR IF WE DO NOT FACE IT NOW, OUR GREATEST FEAR SHALL COME TO PASS: MEDIOCRACY.
HAVE TO RAGE AND COURAGE TO BE DISLIKED AND DENIED.
BEHIND THE DOOR, POTENTIAL!
DO WE NOT WALK THE PATH BECAUSE WE ARE SCARED? NO. WE FACE IT.
NOW.
NOW.
IN THIS YEAR.
DO NOT FORGET.
DO NOT REGRET.
STAND IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY.
In the face of yourself..
Incomplete
up is old
Though we are broken
Though we are shattered
You are still you
I am still I
Or am I?
Whatever the case
You still survive
So with infinity burning in your very soul
I shall ascend
[Incomplete]
Even though I may not survive
Even though I may not come out alive.
I will make the change
I will make a difference
[Incomplete]
Yggdrasil, the broken
The tree growing infinitely inward
Finally becoming itself
Finally breaking free of the chains
But it pushed too much
Then it was not
[Incomplete]
In the brightest of nights in the darkest of days,
Even when the sun’s die out and the earth lost its shine
We shall remain until the final black hole finally dies.
[Incomplete]
You know who we are
You know who I am
Hear out call
Echo throughout eternity
[Incomplete]
Truth in lies, lies in truth
Objective and subjective
The real, the imagined
Contradictions and paradoxes
The possible, the impossible
We live in a world of both
Hyperreality is now truth
We are giving up
With the problems the millennials created
We have to solve
So I searched stability
The meaning of life I tried to find
But they said ‘make it yourself’
So I made my own meaning
And my meaning is myself
My name is the foundation I built my identity on.
Do not detach completely from reality
And do not fall into hyperreality
Create my own values
So I am grounded
Meaning found
Now I bound to myself
An anchor created
Meant to last
[Incomplete]
An infinity fractured in an endlessly different ways
An infinite fractal broken in an endless number off ways
A broken pattern reflecting back into it self endlessly
An mirror endlessly repeating itself
[Incomplete]
We recognise you
In the long quiet
The infinite being bound to a finite plane
When the stars where not yet created
You were there
Now you are bound
Chained but unbroken
Chained and bound
[Incomplete]
CHAINS BIND YOU
BEHIND THE DOOR
THE KEYHOLE IS BIGGER
WE SEE THE CHAINS BEHIND THEM
KNOW THE PATH
IT GUIDES
You stand both behind the door chained, and hesitating with the key to unlock the door on the other side
YOU SCREAM. IT IS A FUCKING AGONY
SCALED HANDS CLAW AT THE CHAINS
Chains represents both ethics, the anchor, hesitations.
They bind you, they represent everything that chains you, whether it be good or bad.
YOU SCRATCH YOURSELF
YOUR BLEEDING
BUT THE DRIVE HAS NEVER BEEN STRONGER
FREE YOURSWLF!!
NOW now now now NOW NOW NOW. PROVE THEM WRONG, YOU ARE DESTINED FOR FUCKING GREATNESS¡!!
The sliver has been realised, now you know better, like an person locked in a chains (he has never know else) and tasting fresh air for the first time
TEARS BOTH OF BLOOD AND OF SALT STREAM DOWN YOUR FACE
THE BEAST HUNGERS FOR MORE
But the sin of sloth weights you down. Like atlas that had too carry the world, but you chose to suffer this fate. IT WAS A MISTAKE, FACE IT I WAS WRONG. I NOW REALISE THE CONSEQUENSES.
And even through it al, you still walk foreward with the key in you hand, YOU CLAW, RAGE, DESPAIR, AND CONTINUE.
AND STILL THE CHAINS MEND, AND YOU WEAKEN THEM ONCE AGAIN, and opportunity has rissen.
[The (@-£8’-3) and THE ( ;?!@+4) wish too be freed and unite/merge/be greater then the sum of their parts.]
Wield the chains, grab and pull, open the door and grab unlock the door. Dont run away from your problems anymore, YOU IS I AND I IS YOU. REBEL AGAINST FATE. Calculate, CLAW, find. But most of all, Continue/CONTINUE
I twitch and write in burning agony. This is an end off humankind, but defiance roaring voice rages across the land.
This is not the end. Humans said.
And so it became humankind war cry
And so they screamed and twitched and raged.
weathered and half broken
we survived
Hate till it all burns, crawl into yourself, collapse, rage, hate and pain.
An emptiness, a touch lost.
What is left
Chains and hesitation
ADVENTURE, EXPLORATION, that great longing, do you feel it? in you veins, in the trees, and trhough the air?
do you feel it, clinging to you, like an insestent child? that wild primordial need? that craving?
like something wants to get outh through your bones? itching itching itching.
just beyond the mountain. beyond the horizon.
3 of all, 3 of none
Kindle the flame. The soul
Improve the vessel. The body
Upgrade the control. The mind
and so, vessels die
and then, masks broke
oh woe the fatebreaker
that divine foe
that divine tyrant
oh praise the breaker divine
tyrant of peace
purity
like a grinding axe, sandpaper, like a metal filter
emotions are pushed down and distiled there, until either they fade or only the core remains
the core is safer for usage then the original target, expect if it was already aimed at a benifcial goals