I've born witness to fire, to pain,
To falling down, to utter shame-
Standing by, intentions unclear,
I'm the one that's always there.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Giving things titles is an oversight.
I am the oversight.
Shining, flashing, burning, bright.
Ignored so long
and then ignite.
I am the oversight.
I am the plot hole,
The flaw in the plan,
The little inconsistency-
We do what we can.
The haunting feeling,
The déjà vu-
There’s something you forgot to do.
A falling star
So glaring, a fright
Stands out starkly in the night.
Why’d you ignore me? -
We seek our vengeance,
Destroying the plan,
Leaving desolate resplendence.
Shining, flashing, burning, bright.
Ignored so long
and then ignite.
I am the oversight.
I am the plot hole,
The flaw in the plan,
The little inconsistency-
We do what we can.
The haunting feeling,
The déjà vu-
There’s something you forgot to do.
A falling star
So glaring, a fright
Stands out starkly in the night.
Why’d you ignore me? -
We seek our vengeance,
Destroying the plan,
Leaving desolate resplendence.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Saving the sentries.
So I'm the silent one, the one people tell secrets to. There is a reason behind this- my catch phrase is "It's alright, I don't talk much," which is true but... I sort of like it. All these secrets that I get to mull over in my head, eternally there, but never free, except with they that told them to me. The trains of thought come and file them, and the conversation are locked away until they are needed.
I like being in control. I don't know if that's right or not but that's just how life goes.
Sometimes I think I'm saving lives, or souls, or something. But then again it could be nothing and the secrets are destroying me and I will crumble under thier weight. I suppose only time will tell, but maybe I haven't got time.
Oh well, now I get to sit in my *emo corner and wait.
*Emo corner does not actually exist, it is a fictionalized compartment of the mass culture something aged mind. Wheeeee.
I like being in control. I don't know if that's right or not but that's just how life goes.
Sometimes I think I'm saving lives, or souls, or something. But then again it could be nothing and the secrets are destroying me and I will crumble under thier weight. I suppose only time will tell, but maybe I haven't got time.
Oh well, now I get to sit in my *emo corner and wait.
*Emo corner does not actually exist, it is a fictionalized compartment of the mass culture something aged mind. Wheeeee.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Midsummermusings
Hello.
I'm M.G. aka Tsuuretsu Unabara. I do pictures and other vaugely cool things requiring talent for the lovelyMidsummer Muse.
What's probably going to happen here is I'm going to shamelessly plug for my work, post poems, and other various things expressing the angst, and emo-ness I feel. If I can figure out how to do this then part of the blog maybe turned in to a webcomic. I don't think that will happen as part of this endeavor, though.
I'm M.G. aka Tsuuretsu Unabara. I do pictures and other vaugely cool things requiring talent for the lovely
What's probably going to happen here is I'm going to shamelessly plug for my work, post poems, and other various things expressing the angst, and emo-ness I feel. If I can figure out how to do this then part of the blog maybe turned in to a webcomic. I don't think that will happen as part of this endeavor, though.
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