UnsoundHero

This is an expression my message is clear I need someone tonight someone close, someone dear my mood is dampened by the departure of my friend did I offend him suddenly or did he see my true face my shameful addiction, my saving grace it seems my night has arrived at the finish, my time abroad is reluctantly diminished the lovely music, the oh so extravagent tunes pull me from winter and place me in June this untimely sickness, sets in with quickness the blood of the trinity loses its thickness call me mad call me sad your assimilationist logic is all you've ever had I am your servevant, at your beckoning command even though w

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"How long?" Imperyon asked, "how long must I endure this conditioning?" His master, arching over him silhouettely, replied calmly, "no less then a decade young one.." The icy plains of Yorgoth play host to a think swarm of ice particles so dense that a man could barly make out his own hand. The bone chilling temperature was enough to end the life of even the most conditioned creature and here lay Imperyon, braving the brunt of it, wearing only the tattered robes of his apprenticeship and a painful grimace on his face. "Do you hate me?" his master asked in a quiet yet menacing tone. Imperyon glanced at his master, barly able to make out his o

the car is now parked, the engine shuts down I travel to my backseat where my skates can be found a black helmet, some wax, and my Razor inline skates the hand rail and I have a long over-due date a few skaters preceded me, they waxed the rail with care I shall apply my own coat for rails dry quickly in the Alabama air now that the preparatory work is finished, the fun can begin first i'll drink some water, lest dehydration sets in I ascended up the ramp with quickness and grace I strap my helmet on tightly, incase I fall on my face the sun shines brightly in the azure sky not a care in the world, happiness is reflected in my eyes

I am so bored, there is nothing to do life has grown boring, it's sad but it's true I sit here alone, wasting away the clock ticks ever so slowly, hours feel like days boredom can be subtle, like a tiger stalking its prey boredom can be aggressive, driving one closer to madness each day but I find it to be parasitic, or like a long forgotten curse it starts off unnoticed but steadily gets worse as the time dwindles by, and sun turns to moon bordem can consume you, and lead to an untimley doom spend your free time varried, make bordem not your wife seek not mundaness, for it can become your life keep your mind active, and keep your

I remember the heat, the unbearable heat the molten river of lava that flowed beneath my feet as the citizens screamed around me, I noticed the town was in flames what sin hath brought this wrath upon us, would anything ever be the same perhaps the gods were angry, maybe our sacrifice wasn't enough but we've slain so many, in such short a time, what more would they have us give up my home, my wife, my children, my bed all victims of this fire, nothing more of them to be said this lava has surrounded me, entrenched me in this hell it seems I shall go the way of poor Yorick, goodbye cruel world, farewell, farewell!

The test are finished, the grades are in I stressed over nothing, as usual, I win forgive me if I sound pompous, tis a flaw of mine I sometimes speak too freely, perhaps it is the wine I can relax and enjoy life, for a short time, summer is finally here for me, I see it not as a crime my textbooks shall remain motionless, no more late night dirges as I cram, no more sitting in the study, liked a caged lamb no more tragedies of Hamlet no more Oedipus the King no more "turn to page 304, who is the protaganist in this scene?" the trumphets of emancipation have sounded, freedom is knocking at my door I welcome it with open arms, rejoici

Alone in the cold, a winter wonderland my lips are turning blue, I cannot feel my hands how I arrived here I do not know, but now is not the time to question I must act, I must go I stumble to my feet and begin to trudge around I inspect my surrondings, nothing can be found the air is bitter cold, death's chilling embrace sets in no, I must focus, this shall not be my end instinct kicks in, coexistent with my desires yes, yes, its all making sense, I must try to build a fire but in this snow, so thick and wet fire is a luxury, I cannot afford yet cognition at work, my brain begins to think faster hurridly making caculations, it

I sit here and wait, the most impossible of task I know I should be studying, but my mind wanders so fast I try to keep my brain occupied, on the here and now but thoughts of adventure consumes my thoughts like a fire that can't be put out I could have been a pirate who explored the seven seas I could have been a scientist who cured a fatal disease I could have been an astronaut who explored galaxies far away I could have been a General commanding armies to obey instead I am a proletarian, all hail the working the class leaving adventures to the wealthy, those lucky aristocrats so now I sit at home, as I complain and I moan I know

Nothing seems to fit the part, I want to create beautiful art but my mind is dull, as is my hand, falling asleep, it's off to never never land I sometimes question if im well, or is my body destined to fail the young and giddy play all day, while the old and docile waste away but then one must ask, "is age real?" or is it something we merely feel society likes to keep a strict track, our age a number we can't reel back alas, the old saying, "you're as young as you feel!' too bad words can't turn back the wheel the wheel of time, turning away the gears and cogs spinning all day mental prowess slows, blood get thick the young and qui