Vagrant Legacy
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Hey everyone 
On this site I see all these talented people, and since I'm currently very busy avoiding my homework, I thought I'd contribute a little by showing some of my scribblings
I'll give you both some of my "lighter" scribblings, and some of "darker" ones (trust me, it's easy to pick those out)
Shades of Grey
Let us speak of times of old
Let us think of times gone by
Let thoughts converge into seamless streams
Forming the threads of forgotten facades
Fancy dinings and ballroom dances
As with many things
They did not last
Fallen to the ages
They are but memories of an ancient past
No solace for the wicked mind
Always craving and filled with desire
For every day left behind
Reduced to nothing
Like the ashes of a fire
No relief of the mind’s dark conjuration
A slow and painful degradation
Foul fumes gather in the air
Reaching for cigarettes at the hour of despair
Looking for a final hope
Seeking out that abandoned shelf
Yet dust had already settled
In the pages of the holy book
And in faith itself
Dim blue eyes gaze upon a lonely rose
A reminder to the time of passion
When blue eyes shone fiercely and with pride
When compassion was in abundance, far and wide
The strains of thoughts thinned out
After that one fateful day
And flowing brown hair has now turned silken grey
A fate as cruel as sanity’s confiscation
Leaves room for nothing more than degradation.
The fancy dinings and ballroom dances,
Nobody remembers them anymore
Except for the one who can’t forget
Forever trapped in a lonely room with a crowded past
A man’s eternal struggle
The defiance of our destiny
The Rise of Dying Light
The beginning of a new dawn.
The moon stands low in early hours,
Casting a pale light on forgotten faces.
A mild frost covers long abandoned land,
Its icy grasp soon to vanish,
In awe of the rising light.
The fog disperses at the sight of first light,
Cast into shadows until the next dawn.
Burning heat invades the early morning.
But is this light as alive as we feel it,
Or was it dead before it even reached us ?
It touches our skin and fills us with warmth,
Yet inside it is empty and it fades over time,
It is dead while alive and guides our way.
Ravaged by night, the rise of dying light.
Devoid of the light and filled with darkness.
All around us yet touched by none.
It grows in strength and leaves unnoticed.
Vanquished by light, the descent of eternal night.
Once it began, yet none know when.
Two great forces, equal in might.
Yet which was first to arrive on this plane;
The darkness as ancient as man’s first dawn,
Or the glory of the day’s first light ?
The rise of dying light, or the descent of eternal night?
Now for some of the "Darker" ones These are generally a bit shorter.
Waking Hours
You know, in many hours of half-waking I see you smile.
It’s tragic how such a thing can make me happy, yet it does.
I just gently hold your hand and smile back.
I wake up, realizing I never fell asleep…
The credits roll.. the next reel of film starts playing.
We’re still there, holding hands. Smiling.
Nothing more.
In your Eyes
I face away when I talk to you…
Don’t hate me for it ; I’m merely afraid to see.
For when I look, I pierce and reach, the things no man should see.
Yet tempted I was, and a glimpse I’ve caught ;
Of fires untamed, hidden deep down…
Of undying passion, somewhat forgotten, but there nevertheless…
A love and care for things alive – unable to be expressed.
I see a beauty I wish I could one day match.
Yet never I dare to look much longer,
For should I see a shred of loneliness, I’d throw all aside and take you in my arms – All in vain, for I am not your salvation. You may not want the comfort I would give.
Or perhaps all of this is nonsense,
I guess I just fear to see, that despite all of your beauty, you’re just as sad as me.
And to top it off.. I give you:
(Don't read this one too often... or don't take it too seriously..)
Another Day
8 o’clock. Wake up. Stare into the void.
Rain clatters on the window.. not a sound to be heard.
Engage the dreaded routine – dress, eat, drink.
Suffer.
Head to school without a doubt, forge another insanity out of your restless will to live.
Keep lying, the day will soon be over, and your dying substitute for truth will have kept you alive another day.
Feel grateful for this hollow excuse of a lifestyle, dread the upcoming night.. and every distraction that takes away the feeble veil you’ve pulled over your eyes, guarding you from yourself.
6 o’clock. Drink, eat, dress. Different order, same problem.
Proceed to get lost in the abyss that is you. See the gates of hell slowly creaking open.
Stand back and watch, it’s all you’ve ever done. Ponder over things you will never gain, be overcome with the spasms of a predetermined disaster as you create a thousand different outcomes for the same failure. Now observe closely, how the frail shell of your unanswered desires ceaselessly falls apart in awe of your newly constructed nightmare.
12 o’clock. Lay still and silently die.
Prepare to repeat tomorrow.
On this site I see all these talented people, and since I'm currently very busy avoiding my homework, I thought I'd contribute a little by showing some of my scribblings
I'll give you both some of my "lighter" scribblings, and some of "darker" ones (trust me, it's easy to pick those out)
Shades of Grey
Let us speak of times of old
Let us think of times gone by
Let thoughts converge into seamless streams
Forming the threads of forgotten facades
Fancy dinings and ballroom dances
As with many things
They did not last
Fallen to the ages
They are but memories of an ancient past
No solace for the wicked mind
Always craving and filled with desire
For every day left behind
Reduced to nothing
Like the ashes of a fire
No relief of the mind’s dark conjuration
A slow and painful degradation
Foul fumes gather in the air
Reaching for cigarettes at the hour of despair
Looking for a final hope
Seeking out that abandoned shelf
Yet dust had already settled
In the pages of the holy book
And in faith itself
Dim blue eyes gaze upon a lonely rose
A reminder to the time of passion
When blue eyes shone fiercely and with pride
When compassion was in abundance, far and wide
The strains of thoughts thinned out
After that one fateful day
And flowing brown hair has now turned silken grey
A fate as cruel as sanity’s confiscation
Leaves room for nothing more than degradation.
The fancy dinings and ballroom dances,
Nobody remembers them anymore
Except for the one who can’t forget
Forever trapped in a lonely room with a crowded past
A man’s eternal struggle
The defiance of our destiny
The Rise of Dying Light
The beginning of a new dawn.
The moon stands low in early hours,
Casting a pale light on forgotten faces.
A mild frost covers long abandoned land,
Its icy grasp soon to vanish,
In awe of the rising light.
The fog disperses at the sight of first light,
Cast into shadows until the next dawn.
Burning heat invades the early morning.
But is this light as alive as we feel it,
Or was it dead before it even reached us ?
It touches our skin and fills us with warmth,
Yet inside it is empty and it fades over time,
It is dead while alive and guides our way.
Ravaged by night, the rise of dying light.
Devoid of the light and filled with darkness.
All around us yet touched by none.
It grows in strength and leaves unnoticed.
Vanquished by light, the descent of eternal night.
Once it began, yet none know when.
Two great forces, equal in might.
Yet which was first to arrive on this plane;
The darkness as ancient as man’s first dawn,
Or the glory of the day’s first light ?
The rise of dying light, or the descent of eternal night?
Now for some of the "Darker" ones
These are generally a bit shorter.Waking Hours
You know, in many hours of half-waking I see you smile.
It’s tragic how such a thing can make me happy, yet it does.
I just gently hold your hand and smile back.
I wake up, realizing I never fell asleep…
The credits roll.. the next reel of film starts playing.
We’re still there, holding hands. Smiling.
Nothing more.
In your Eyes
I face away when I talk to you…
Don’t hate me for it ; I’m merely afraid to see.
For when I look, I pierce and reach, the things no man should see.
Yet tempted I was, and a glimpse I’ve caught ;
Of fires untamed, hidden deep down…
Of undying passion, somewhat forgotten, but there nevertheless…
A love and care for things alive – unable to be expressed.
I see a beauty I wish I could one day match.
Yet never I dare to look much longer,
For should I see a shred of loneliness, I’d throw all aside and take you in my arms – All in vain, for I am not your salvation. You may not want the comfort I would give.
Or perhaps all of this is nonsense,
I guess I just fear to see, that despite all of your beauty, you’re just as sad as me.
And to top it off
.. I give you:(Don't read this one too often... or don't take it too seriously..)
Another Day
8 o’clock. Wake up. Stare into the void.
Rain clatters on the window.. not a sound to be heard.
Engage the dreaded routine – dress, eat, drink.
Suffer.
Head to school without a doubt, forge another insanity out of your restless will to live.
Keep lying, the day will soon be over, and your dying substitute for truth will have kept you alive another day.
Feel grateful for this hollow excuse of a lifestyle, dread the upcoming night.. and every distraction that takes away the feeble veil you’ve pulled over your eyes, guarding you from yourself.
6 o’clock. Drink, eat, dress. Different order, same problem.
Proceed to get lost in the abyss that is you. See the gates of hell slowly creaking open.
Stand back and watch, it’s all you’ve ever done. Ponder over things you will never gain, be overcome with the spasms of a predetermined disaster as you create a thousand different outcomes for the same failure. Now observe closely, how the frail shell of your unanswered desires ceaselessly falls apart in awe of your newly constructed nightmare.
12 o’clock. Lay still and silently die.
Prepare to repeat tomorrow.
