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Amoung The Ashes In Even GlowA challenger it seems did approach and spoke of things I knowAmoung The Ashes In Even Glow by alexcinderpelt
by the tide in the night at sides of even glow,
Two can play this game of shame,
on the corner under street lights she waits in the pouring rain,
do you see it she pleads, this ice all around me
never melting never clearing never going astray.
and I, warm like the sun dying in an eternal slumber do weep at her gaze
in the somber twilit glow,
none shall know the pain of the flames that surround them, she and I,
drifting everlasting into deep serenity.
Deep serenity where,
serenity herself has transcended that of which I know
as even glow sets in and of it sets us apart through the night,
in the night, traversing the dark pit's sorrow
as though there were none before.
aye as it were there is no more and no less of the feeling
even to that of the face of the being himself.
she and I, warm like ice and cold as a flame
drowned in that of ichor once known t
BeautyI don't know what you thinkBeauty by alexcinderpelt
just keep it too yourself,
I'll only need a moment
So hear me through.
Beauty isn't foundation,
Beauty isn't rainbows of lipstick or gloss,
Beauty isn't putting on shiny frilly dresses or things,
Beauty isn't isn't perfect,
Beauty isn't gained nor earned nor borrowed,
nor is it stolen.
Beauty isn't a personality formed overnight
Beauty isn't many things but its also something more,
Beauty is pure and undying,
Beauty is a flame under the sea,
Beauty is inside, don't hide,
Beauty runs wild and untamed, not locked in a cage
Beauty is passion contagiously absolutely corrupt with a question of
who?, that is you,
Is that smile I love so much,
is that feeling, that finality of indifference and same,
is that awaited greeting I get,
is that thing where I reassure hopes and dreams,
is that irreversability of fate,
is that time we are content,
is that place where we wander to and fro,
is that beating of a heart not mine that I know so
MotherA-are you who I think you are?Mother by alexcinderpelt
you must be! I'm convinced!
you treat me so nicely
there's no doubt in the world
you'll try your best to take care of me right?
you'll be there for me everyday I'm just so sure.
Those are my mothers, I tell myself,
I can depend on them when I'm unwell
because they depend on me to be well
how do I tell you?
that you were like no other but,
now I've replaced you because you ran away,
I've replaced you with someone closer, someone safer,
they're here in my heart to stay.
she's better than you,
all and every "she" I know,
they bring me up and raise me
rather than put me down.
good morning ma!
sure I can walk you around!
and yes ma I'm ok, just a little tired,
thank you for asking though.
my life is really this simple when she's round.....
she gave herself the job,
and so did the
I was given an escape from the realness
that is my actual family
rather than the one I've constructed around me.
you're my best friend,
I hope yo
ConvergenceI remember when I was youngerConvergence by alexcinderpelt
how now, time seemed and seems to
fate was never calling
life was never chasing or trailing slowly behind.
I always thought I knew what I wanted
at least for some years or so,
but what are you to do while you sleep
and your time flashes in your eyes,
heart beating still and slow in the darkness?
you try to let it run its course but
even so you'll never escape
no matter how you persist or how hard you try....
that is what you do.
I have my options,
I have my reasons,
I have my paths to success,
but I'm being told otherwise, that
I am very much rendered incapable of
going any further with any plan or plans I've come to know
if I don't wait and listen like a good little boy.
I've never understood the reasoning of making
good or bad choices since the fact is in all actuality
you set where you lead in the end,
not what you lead to get you there.
when I was younger,
I was so decisive that everything unfolds
after it's see
I am in my own eyes a skilled writer and soon to be possible teen author, laying line upon line of stories of my life put onto paper as stanzas of poetry and short narratives. |
I'm usually very friendly and would lick your face if I had the chance but be warned I bite on occasion ( I'm a fox but not a furry kk cuz? ._. ).
I play 4 instruments and might take up violin in the future even though I can't read sheet music to save my life which isn't very practical.
I'm currently in high school and have no idea what to do as an occupation after college despite knowing what I want to study.
Besides being a friendly person I'm kind and compassionate and do things without need of something in exchange even when offered because nice guys finish first not last because I will defend to the death the people I care and come to care for and I kind of have a short fuse when It comes to anger and people I can't tolerate despite being very tolerant.
I love anime, I love cartoons, I love my friends, I love music, and I love love love writing and an occasional sketch even if the sketch looks terrible to some people.
Fears/Hates: heights, needles/needle like objects, drowning (can't swim), mud,
people I can't tolerate at all, people who mess with my people, oh and I fear death and needles with a passion.
(see interests to get a feel for my likes but first I'l be honest I like and need attention to function properly)
So as the pickup line goes "if you like water, you'll love 70% of me"
you can contact me through here or gmail ( firstname.lastname@example.org )
for anything! mostly literature help and stuff though please
Oh and I'm taking spanish and japanese currently so:
ありがとう みなさん! (thanks friend) muchas gracias por leer este (thanks very much for reading this) y adios