Sentiment.

Leaves skitter along the sidewalks 

like a dance

Or rowdy children, I can't tell which

The sun is gleaming orange 

Off the treetops

Warming my cheeks and making me smile

Everything is lovely

Which I find exhilarating 

I'm not usually so pleased with nature

The wind brushes my hair

I'm nearly grinning now

Which I find ridiculous, but nice.

From the corner of my eye

I glimpse a sight prettier than all 

My other surroundings combined

The light hits leaves like rubies

Like fire, like dragon's eyes

The brightest, sheerest red

Look at the way the light shines!

Look at the perfect leaves! 

All common sense flees me.

I do not care I look a fool

I do not care who's watching

I bury my face in the sun-kissed leaves

I feel as though they welcome me

Bless my face with whispers soft

Bestow their brightness to my soul

Next morning, I am not so pleased

Next morning, when I wake, 

I find out I'm allergic to sumac. 

I shall not forget those leaves

Nor will my family; friends...

After all, my face will bear their color for awhile. 

That's what you get for being sentimental. 

Battle for a Soul

New poem. Much more formal than my usual work, but informal language wasn't conveying my full emotion, so... XD 

This is war

Inside my cage of flesh

Within my web of nerves and veins 

A battle to the death

No side can cede

This is war

Hear the cries

Of either color

Falsely hushed, but strong as ever

It started as a battle song 

But now it's raging whispers in my mind

Hear the cries

I thought I was impervious

I thought I knew my side

But the enemy was wily 

The enemy was mild

And now it's got a hold

I thought I was impervious

I cannot lose this fight

And yet, I fear I might

I'm tired and my apathy

Is my greatest wound

Bleed softly, 'till I'm dry

Dear God,

I cannot lose this fight

He battles for my soul

Nothing can separate

But what if I make a choice

What if I fall to hell

"What if" is screaming in my mind

He battles for my soul

I will lose

I will cede

I will fall to ruin and death

If I don't make the gravest choice

I tell you 

I will lose

But here, help comes

As I despair

Begin to sew my flag

The pale cloth white surrender

Prepare to raise my flag

But here, help comes

I cannot fall

My Ally comes

Descends into the night

The black which hid me from His grace

Dissolves in milky light

Fierce tendrils pierce my soul

I cannot fall

He grips my arms,

Touches my heart

With His own fingertips

Electrifies it, gives it beat

With wings of fire He raises me

He grips my arms...

I cannot fall.

Writer's Block... (or is it?)

"I don't know what to write about," I say.

There is too much going on

in my world,

in my life,

in my brain.

Too many colors: 

teal, gold, silver, amber, flesh-tone, black, raspberry, purple...

Too many textures:

sleek metal, soft leather, crisp paper, hard plastic...

And there are too many smells:

molding earth; sugary, fermented leaves; new carpet; stale coffee...

But most of all there are too many emotions,

opinions,

and moods.

If I know how I feel, then I instantly don't --

it's like some kind of rule with my brain (probably meant 

to keep me on my toes).

I am at once (simultaneously): 

lonely, contented, angry, reconciled, in love, and in

distrust.

So, you might see; 

with all this in my head, and my heart, and my circles,

it is difficult,

if not impossible, some days,

to focus, and to choose 

just one subject to care about:

to think about, to feel, to know, to breathe...

To write about. 

Webcomic Adventures

I have decided to start a webcomic, or at least attempt to do regular comic strips, even if they aren't linked or frequent. I did some brief character brainstorming, and came up with eight tentative ideas: 

I'm most interested in pursuing Blippo and Meep or Tidy and Tramp, but most of my friends voted for Mr. Loe, so this happened: 

Not sure how all this will pan out, but if anything, I had fun planning today, so, I'm happy. ^_^

If you Want to Romance me... Don't.

I don't need roses

They /could/ be nice...

I've always been fond of fire and ice

But flowers are not what woo me

I don't need dinner out

I'm a rather messy eater

And pearls and gowns aren't 

My thing, no doubt 

about it

I'd be uncomfortable in a five-star

I don't need you to write me sonnets

It's a darling thought 

but I'd be self conscious

And I'd rather write them for you

If you would like that

Sort of thing

I don't need you to change

Your clothes or your face

I won't make you wear a tuxedo

But it wouldn't be strange 

At all if you wanted to dress up a little

Especially if you dressed hipster

I don't need to go out dancing

But an impromptu jam 

In the kitchen, just you and me

--Or a mosh pit-- I'm thinking

That could be lovely

I don't need to be romanced 

In the typical sense of the word

But I've got a list, a long one

Of things that would be nice

If you and I gave it a chance

So here goes:

I should like very much 

If you'd take me to movies 

Sci-fi, and fantasy epics, particularly

And I'd like it even better if you'd discuss

Them with me as an equal

I don't fancy pretentious fine dinners, 

But pizza is always okay

Especially when paired with ice cream

It's a winner

In fact, it's my food OTP

I should mention; I've always dreamed

Of working on cosplays 

Together

Some of the coolest ones might seem

Difficult, but combine our skills 

And we're beast

And, I know that this sounds lame

But I really want

To learn to play video games

I need someone to teach me, though,

And it helps if you've already got 

The console ...you know? 

Also

You need to have good taste in music

Or at least, be willing to sing

Even if you stink 

as far as voices go

I'll think it's the cutest thing

I swear

And last but perhaps most important,

You'll have to be stronger than me

In your love for God

In decision-making skills

I'd need you to be brave when I can't...

Need you to be what I aspire to be

So yeah, there's my wish list

My top must have needs

Wishful thinking and high hopes included

There may be a few things that I've missed

But you could fill in those blanks

With your other quirks and strengths

And, you know, to be honest,

Not all of that list

Is written in stone

I mean, to be truthful, I'm fondest

Of people who're kind 

And transparent... who have flaws 

Yet strive to improve 

And who love me in spite of mine.

So yes, I like common interests

You can't be a bore

But if you're self-sure, and funny

And caring 

You're what I love most in a human

Being. So who knows 

You might be the guy I'll adore.

What does the fox say? :3

Concerning Newbs and teh Shiny, Shiny Internets:

Why hello
youngling
little padawan
so cute with the chubby cheeks. ^-^
Please enjoy your stay

Welcome to the interwebs
the net
this fabu thing
I see you don't know how to post.
Or comment.
Or... anything. 

Give it a week
the marvel wears off
see there you go
you've learned how to craft a profile
with your name, address, ID
a hacker's field day... Wheeeeeee 

Six months and you're more comfortable
and hey... you learned the art of passwords
albeit the hard way. XD
Well done, though.
Your info's safer now.

Btw, I'll ttyl about definitions
of acronyms and stuffz
I'll brb... You could stand more patience,
though, padawan...
at least IMHO.

Facebook's getting too tame
so you explore YouTube
it's great
(for the first few cat videos and
inspirational sob stories)
but then you actually read
the comments below

Whoa.
How could people be so rude?
Foul? Illogical?
Maybe you should stand up for the poor
soul attacked by internet trolls...
First mistake. But you'll learn silence
after a good cry.

Oh so you got bored of YouTube
Twitter, Instagram, and the rest.
You'll graduate to Tumblr
you think you're ready but I'm afraid
I can't prepare you for the
mess

You thought it was bad at school
or on YouTube
Sorry... But cussing's the norm
My dear dear child
Tumblr kids can't say
anything without it, I'm afraid.

You're comfy now
it's year three
you've gotten sucked into fandoms
had your first precious OTP...
And your RL friends don't understand half
the stuff you say.

You pro'lly find normal
sleep schedules amusing
routinely stay up past three
in the wee hours of the gray morning
a human burrito in your favorite
blanket. It's a lifestyle.

You're no longer a newb;
congrats!
Now you're a cynical kid
who assumes it's normal
to blow your lid and act insane
if someone says a racist name

You're disillusioned
but you're whip smart
and utterly hilarious
at least all your internet friends think so.
But your skin's getting pale... You don't see day.
Are you so sure that you're okay? 

Well... Maybe you should take some
advice from your lovely
motivational boards on Pinterest...
like: "get out and live,"
"Be kind," and "seek truth."
Ehhh... Maybe after you check those
shiny notifications.

It's Easier

I've seen it happen again and again

Their perfect love cracks at the seams and it crumbles down

Like mortar in a ghost downtown

The walls of favor fall, fall down

They're true true love

Then they make mistakes

Now he's moved on 

She'll curse his face

And all her girlfriends will approve

Yeah she'll cry a bit but watch, you'll see

She'll bury that hurt lookin' all angry

Never needed him 

Better off and moving on too

Too good for him

That's what she'll say

'Cause bitterness aches less at the end of the day

No crying into that pillow she's too good for him

Yeah it's easier that way 

Easier that way 

Instead of having to say

"I'm happy for you

It's better like this and I'm okay"

It's better to be angry

Yeah it's so much easier that way

But I can't be angry at you you've done nothing wrong

Didn't truly lead me on

And she's better for you than I could be

But it's easier to say 

I didn't really care

Easier to say I'm over you

Easier to cuss your name

Than pretend like I'm okay

Like my heart isn't riddled with pain

I wish I could let myself be angry

I wish I could be justified in hating you

But you're happy and I've no right to care

So I'll pretend like I'm happy for you,

That's what "good friends" should do

I'm just sayin'

It'd be easier that way.