Words are Art

A Question Too Many

Oh wow, one more poem that I found. I was actually trying to pull up some old photography work for my mother and this was just lumped in there. Enjoy one more insight into my little mind.

Do I love you or hate you?
Like you or loathe you?
Why do I even speak to you?
Why did we ever meet?

One error, one accident
A misspelling caused us to meet
Fate told us to be friends
Just so I could get experience
Just so I knew how it felt to be betrayed

Why fate?
What were you preparing me for?
What’s to come in my future?
Is there a large heartbreak?
Could perhaps a liar enter my life?
Or am I set for more betrayal?

Have I not suffered enough?
Are you purposely targeting me?
Fate, are you trying to scare me?
Is this all a preparation?
Would that mean life will get harder?
Can it even get harder?
There is one thing I want to know even more

Why?

All the fucking feels at the moment! Stuck in school with no one to talk to about all the feels of RvB tonight. I have living in such a closed-minded, superficial town like this.

Alright Rooster Tumblr. Season 10 begins on Monday. Can we reenact the entire first 9 seasons by memory? Reblog this the next line. I wonder how long it can go…

riskpig:

deducethiscumbercunt:

rvbfangirl:

Simmons: “Hey Grif.”

Grif: “Yeah?”

Simmons: “You ever wonder why we’re here?”

Grif: It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn’t it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don’t know, man. But it keeps me up at night.

Simmons: ….

Grif: ….

Simmons: …What? I meant what are we doing out here, in this canyon?

Grif: “Oh, uh…”

Simmons: You wanna talk about it?

Grif: Uh, no. 

Secret Lies

Gosh, that was a good week for me and words and poetry and shit. I’ve found yet another, and I can remember the thoughts going through my head when this one came out, I was so pissed. That’s all you guys need to know.

Through your eyes
I see so many lies.
From the tip of your tongue,
they fall gracefully;
saving you again and again
from other lies you told,
to protect the secrets that you hold.

Your secrets are not what they seem.
for they are not secrets at all.
They are simply more lies,
an attention seeking cry.
They are the lies that make me sick,
the lies that I too
did once use.

So many see a shining smile,
but I still see nought but lies.
To me the smile is not shining,
but rather a secret that you are hiding.
Just add one more to the list,
I promise you, I won’t be missed.

I know, I know, I’m not a poet, it’s time to stop posting these things. I swear this is the last one. That week, about two years ago was an emotional one, I know that much. I’m done now, I swear. 

Through Soul We Are Sisters

Aww, look, I found another one a few pages later. I must have been feeling emotional that week. Still, this one’s a little more touching than the last, it must be said; even if this is just, well, see for yourself:

Laughing at the most random things,
laughing at each others laughs.
We’re not what people call friends,
or even best friends,
we’re soul sisters.
Never fighting, 
never arguing,
only disagreeing.

Closer than family,
closer than allowed;
we’re the one mind in two bodies,
sharing thoughts, sharing pain.
Making it easier,
and making it bearable,
all so willingly.

We’re the sister that don’t share blood,
we’re the sisters that look nothing alike.
We shall be inseparable until the end.
Even when we have grown old and stiff,
we will be sat together,
still debating on  which is better;
Harry Potter for me,
Twilight for you.

Even though you love the book I despise
I still love you as my sister,
more than myself,
more than my own family.
I would take a bullet for you,
and tell you not to worry
over returning the favour.
I can wait,
you however, are impatient.

I can remember writing this about my friend Sarah who had sadly passed away  only days after I wrote this. Ill with leukaemia and unable to survive the treatments. I do miss her.

I knew the girl from birth and we grew up together, heck, practically lived together and not once, in the thirteen years I knew her did we argue.

Removing a Mask

Aww, look, I found an old poem that I actually felt like sharing. Read the shitty thoughts I had a few years ago; if you feel like it.

Slowly my tears fall.
Softly. Softly.
Quickly I run.
Faster. Faster.
Desperately I hide.
In here. In here.
Angrily I hit.
Painfully. Painfully.
Sincerely I plead.
Shamefully. Shamefully.
Desperately. Desperately.
Abandoning all hope,
all pretences,
all masks;
all in vain.
And as he leaves,
My tears fall,
softly. Softly. 

I have no clue where a single word comes from, but I think I was attempting to be dramatic and emotional at the time. xD That clearly turned into a fail. I’ve been rooting around in my old notebooks, so it’s likely that I’ll be posting a tonne of the hilariously bad shit I’ve wrote. Who knows, I may even find one or two moments where I actually came out with some good stuff.

In the crowd

fuckyeahroosterteethproductions:

fyeahchupathingy:

holdensryefield:

I often feel like a don’t really fit in with a certain group. Like the nerdfighters, or RoosterTumblr.

Well, I mean, I do, I just feel that people don’t really need me there. Like they’ve already got a guy for what I do.

Eh. Everyone feels lonely or useless. It’s the human fuckin’ condition.

Christ, this sounds so whiny in my head.

We enjoy everyone. Each person brings a new personality to RoosterTumblr. Don’t worry, you’ll find the space where you fit in.

 OP, I feel the same with every single fandom. What the hell’s a crappy FF writer to a fandom already filled up?

Well that’s interesting

That’s kinda cool. Commander Shepard’s voice is the voice of Cinderella? I knew Shepard’s voice was familiar first time I heard it; because it came from some of my childhood. 

This photo is one of 17 that display interesting actors/resses that have multiple roles in movies and games. 

Go look at this site Guys. I love it so much and if anyone is like me and cares about silly things like the above and Portal Valentines Cards and J.K Rowlings new novel, get your asses on there.

You can unfollow me if you want, but basically, I want my personal blog to be more personal and so, aside from the dedicated or professional blogs, I’m going to unfollow everyone and completely revamp it. I wanna feel safe in posting things, actual words and feelings and events; not as if I’m part of some stupid shouting contest that I’m never going to win because I’m just not the sort of person who will ever shout.