An Ode to the Place in my Dream by unde2aker, literature
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
It stands
Almost as if dying
But why
Can it see?
With dulled eyes
Can it hear?
With deafened ears
Can it think?
With dulled mind
If no
Is it alive?
Or has its soul already flown by
Among my travels I have visited many strange and…unique places. However, there comes to mind one location in particular. Now…I believe I was somewhere in the Gods Fall mountains, the blasted ice storms that plague that region make it rather difficult to be precise about ones whereabouts, which run through the old northern Dwarven kingdoms and are said to be the home of the lost temple of the Star Walkers. I was caught in a particularly harsh ice storm and had no shelter to speak of. The cold and seemingly high altitude (The name Gods Fall is rather appropriate) was quickly relieving me of my ability to stay conscious and I soon
Why did I have to be there?
I had to be so helpless
If I hadn’t tried to “help”
He’d still be alive
The most fantastic
The most unusual
The saddest
The kindest
The bravest
The best man I ever knew
That fantastic man
With his blue box
I’m nothing compared to him
Yet he saved me
That man
That man they called the Doctor
Yet for all the lives he saved
He didn’t save his own
Just for me…
Don't judge a book by its cover by unde2aker, literature
Literature
Don't judge a book by its cover
They say I’m fine
That I should be smiling
But to them I say, don’t judge a book by its cover
I might look fine
I even might be smiling
But that’s just the cover
The inside?
That’s where the pain resides
It’s where the truth hides
Because I’m not alright
My pages are torn
And stained by hateful scorn
The letters are running
Some are even starting to fade
From this book of hate
Whose fate is to never be read
And to forever reside in my head
Oh my mistress who can compare to thee
Thine beauty seals all lips
And can stop even the strongest willed of men
Yet you hide yourself from me
Remaining aloof
As if mocking me
Why then do you bless others with your touch
A touch that soothes all qualms
And washes away all troubles
A touch cold yet merciful in its own way
Oh woe to me
All I wish to see is thine beauty
To know your peace
And to embrace you in a final dance
But yet you hide from me…
Since I’m fabricated
They say I can’t be emancipated
Since I run on electricity
They say I can’t be ecstatic
Since I’m emotional
They say I’m dysfunctional
Since I’m a machine
They say I can’t be a human being
Since I can derive to the millionth power
They say I can’t be alive even for an hour
What am I ?
No matter how these words may flow
This darkness doth still grow
My heart screams soundlessly
As its torn at the seams
No matter how I write
My feelings I cannot convey
So they stay hidden away
And hold sway
No matter what I may say
An Ode to the Place in my Dream by unde2aker, literature
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
It stands
Almost as if dying
But why
Can it see?
With dulled eyes
Can it hear?
With deafened ears
Can it think?
With dulled mind
If no
Is it alive?
Or has its soul already flown by
Among my travels I have visited many strange and…unique places. However, there comes to mind one location in particular. Now…I believe I was somewhere in the Gods Fall mountains, the blasted ice storms that plague that region make it rather difficult to be precise about ones whereabouts, which run through the old northern Dwarven kingdoms and are said to be the home of the lost temple of the Star Walkers. I was caught in a particularly harsh ice storm and had no shelter to speak of. The cold and seemingly high altitude (The name Gods Fall is rather appropriate) was quickly relieving me of my ability to stay conscious and I soon
Why did I have to be there?
I had to be so helpless
If I hadn’t tried to “help”
He’d still be alive
The most fantastic
The most unusual
The saddest
The kindest
The bravest
The best man I ever knew
That fantastic man
With his blue box
I’m nothing compared to him
Yet he saved me
That man
That man they called the Doctor
Yet for all the lives he saved
He didn’t save his own
Just for me…
Don't judge a book by its cover by unde2aker, literature
Literature
Don't judge a book by its cover
They say I’m fine
That I should be smiling
But to them I say, don’t judge a book by its cover
I might look fine
I even might be smiling
But that’s just the cover
The inside?
That’s where the pain resides
It’s where the truth hides
Because I’m not alright
My pages are torn
And stained by hateful scorn
The letters are running
Some are even starting to fade
From this book of hate
Whose fate is to never be read
And to forever reside in my head
Oh my mistress who can compare to thee
Thine beauty seals all lips
And can stop even the strongest willed of men
Yet you hide yourself from me
Remaining aloof
As if mocking me
Why then do you bless others with your touch
A touch that soothes all qualms
And washes away all troubles
A touch cold yet merciful in its own way
Oh woe to me
All I wish to see is thine beauty
To know your peace
And to embrace you in a final dance
But yet you hide from me…
Since I’m fabricated
They say I can’t be emancipated
Since I run on electricity
They say I can’t be ecstatic
Since I’m emotional
They say I’m dysfunctional
Since I’m a machine
They say I can’t be a human being
Since I can derive to the millionth power
They say I can’t be alive even for an hour
What am I ?
No matter how these words may flow
This darkness doth still grow
My heart screams soundlessly
As its torn at the seams
No matter how I write
My feelings I cannot convey
So they stay hidden away
And hold sway
No matter what I may say
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1. The world is remade in your image. What is the most absolute law you enforce?
all must learn and strive to better humanity...for my glory of course
2. What's the penalty of breaking said law?
they shall be sterilized, for my glorious humanity has no need for such pointless seed
3. Is there a way to be wrong and right at the same time?
yes...its called a paradox. just watch doctor who you'll understand.
4. You know you're gonna' die tomorrow. You can have anything in the world as your last meal. What would it be?
surprise me
5. If you could do any one thing you want without consequences
so i got a llama badge...not sure what for. i think its a good thing...i think. whatever getting my work around is what matters most. yay time to whore myself some more. *sigh*