I thirst for people's acceptance of myself,
the first and last repentance of themselves;
I've became a resemblance of insects' shells,
plunging into a penance of my crying hells;
blunting bloodied lances of those who yelled
"You are weak, nobody likes you!"
"Are you crying? Nobody pities you!"
They are shying from things that remind them of reality,
They are crippling the wings of the angels of Holy.
They are the reason of me being me.
They are what changed my personality.
Insanity, apathy, hypocrisy, simplicity,
Are but mere defense mechanisms,
Are what shadow me from criticisms.
(Shadow Vegas)
I've been driven insane by society,
For I've forgiven the saner me
For wearing a happy mask;
It assigned itself to a huge task
Of being a victim!
The saner me is like an untuned rhythm,
Operated by an ancient system,
A system where humans were all the same,
We were judged based on who's to blame
For stealing the village's food.
Now we are judged based on gender,
Appearances, skin and will to surrender,
Or the state of servitude.
How can that not drive one insane?
What is there to gain?
(White de'Leon)
I've grown apathetic of everything
Not because I loathe everything.
I am simply exhausted.
I kept wondering whether people liked me,
Or that they pretended to like me
When they truly hate me.
Worrying did not change a thing.
Worries made me fear reality,
That is why I delve into fantasy;
Writing my own rules,
Ruling my own kingdom,
And imposing my very own fear
Into my people.
(Rammer Strobe)
I believe in reasons.
Technically, I am trying to help people.
Realistically, these people could not appreciate me.
There are people who fights for the weak,
Who kicks beggars like they went on a streak!
There are people people who advocates free speech,
Who kills those who has opinions to preach!
Such hypocrisy.
Is that the only way to survive in this world?
(Slitzh Manseus)
I do not need to speak much,
For life in itself is a huge conspiracy.
Why do people think such complicatedly?
I do not, and I refuse to understand.
I believe in simplicity
For it relieves me of the burdens of life.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
Blinding Clarity
Look! I see a broken highway in front of me.
I wonder what would its cause be?
I hope that to death they have not spoken, because you see-
See! I am asking you to see!
See the causalities of a broken highway!
Observe the casualties and bloodshed today!
I am not asking you to question the fact
That you see nothing although truthfully you did see.
But you should definitely mention the fact
That you are one who judge based on what you see.
For I lead a simple life.
I have witnessed a dog wielding a knife.
They are rife.
But I have no sickness, I won't lie,
For I do not die.
I regenerate my fate, blood, only because life is unrated.
Death is complicated
Because peoples' lives are sophisticated.
They think of everything too bluntly;
They examined the broken highway for weeks,
Months,
And now they reek.
They will never know the cause, because they can never know
That life is so simple.
People can hate until their hearts are on fire,
But to me, the fire will only lead to situations so dire,
Like a dog wielding a knife that killed a liar.
Life is so simple.
I can make me an older man
Or a younger man,
But it makes no difference to me
Because I don't see me,
Only society sees me.
They do not see what is not important to them,
They only see what they think benefits them.
Humans used to live such simple lives,
I am as ashamed as dogs wielding knives.
If you, who read this, are still bothered by the broken highway,
Let me enlighten you,
The broken highway is a metaphor that I have imagined today,
It will be insignificant tomorrow, believe me that it is true.
I can say that I see a solid highway,
And people will talk about its solidness,
They will wonder when it will break.
I can say that I see an ordinary highway,
And people will talk about its ordinariness,
They will expect that it will break.
They will fear if it does not break,
Because it is merely ordinary.
It does not even need to be a highway;
Broken bridges, broken hearts, broken sanity,
Firm ledges, colorful parts, blinding clarity.
People will see too much into their broken lives,
No matter positive or negative,
No matter enemies or relatives,
All they need to see is an adjective followed by a noun
And they will lose the simplicity of life.
That is why they see nothing although truthfully they did see;
Everything will be seen as of equal significance,
So nothing will be of importance,
And life will lose its magnificence.
They do not appreciate the simplicity of life.
Life is simple.
Life is fragile in the most simple way.
This simple poem will mean nothing after today.
I wonder what would its cause be?
I hope that to death they have not spoken, because you see-
See! I am asking you to see!
See the causalities of a broken highway!
Observe the casualties and bloodshed today!
I am not asking you to question the fact
That you see nothing although truthfully you did see.
But you should definitely mention the fact
That you are one who judge based on what you see.
For I lead a simple life.
I have witnessed a dog wielding a knife.
They are rife.
But I have no sickness, I won't lie,
For I do not die.
I regenerate my fate, blood, only because life is unrated.
Death is complicated
Because peoples' lives are sophisticated.
They think of everything too bluntly;
They examined the broken highway for weeks,
Months,
And now they reek.
They will never know the cause, because they can never know
That life is so simple.
People can hate until their hearts are on fire,
But to me, the fire will only lead to situations so dire,
Like a dog wielding a knife that killed a liar.
Life is so simple.
I can make me an older man
Or a younger man,
But it makes no difference to me
Because I don't see me,
Only society sees me.
They do not see what is not important to them,
They only see what they think benefits them.
Humans used to live such simple lives,
I am as ashamed as dogs wielding knives.
If you, who read this, are still bothered by the broken highway,
Let me enlighten you,
The broken highway is a metaphor that I have imagined today,
It will be insignificant tomorrow, believe me that it is true.
I can say that I see a solid highway,
And people will talk about its solidness,
They will wonder when it will break.
I can say that I see an ordinary highway,
And people will talk about its ordinariness,
They will expect that it will break.
They will fear if it does not break,
Because it is merely ordinary.
It does not even need to be a highway;
Broken bridges, broken hearts, broken sanity,
Firm ledges, colorful parts, blinding clarity.
People will see too much into their broken lives,
No matter positive or negative,
No matter enemies or relatives,
All they need to see is an adjective followed by a noun
And they will lose the simplicity of life.
That is why they see nothing although truthfully they did see;
Everything will be seen as of equal significance,
So nothing will be of importance,
And life will lose its magnificence.
They do not appreciate the simplicity of life.
Life is simple.
Life is fragile in the most simple way.
This simple poem will mean nothing after today.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Flames of a Sordid Winter: FROST III
"Today, we stand united before the newly-built Zieren di Eis—the
eleven-storied, three-acre ice castle that we have tirelessly built together,
not for the sake of bloodshed or war, but for the sake of freedom! To achieve
what we human beings truly deserve! To counter the inhumane laws and malicious
pride of the FIRE! To inspire all of us to believe in the slightest bit of
hope, that our sufferings shall end!
As the instigator of this major revolution, I feel extremely honored that many share our cause and plight; that many understand the need for justice in this world; that many are willing to put their lives on stake so that our children will not need to walk on streets with Death pointing fingers at them; they will not need to wield blades and weaponry wherever they go; most importantly, they will never have to risk their lives like how we risk ours today!
My dream, shared by all of us, that is to restore humanity to its original and purest state, is a selfless one. Although tears were shed, I had to severe the family bond between me and my half-brother, Gazette de'Aqueon. He used to be the only one I confided in, and now he is our nemesis. I place family behind the nation, and I invite all of you to do the same!
While speaking about this, I believe that now is the right time to remind all of you about my treacherous dead mother, Vhures Chutes the Imbecile, and how we managed to prevent our looming demise in the hands of her and her accomplices. Note that the phrase "The Imbecile" has to be added whenever referring to her, as although she birthed me and my brother, she attempted to take my life when I was at my strongest, as she is full of jealousy and greed! We should also never forget the priceless contributions of The Wisest Sage—Trigas Trill, and the Saviour of the Cause—Lucias Lusci, for exterminating Vhures Chutes the Imbecile from the face of this very planet! Although I was physically and mentally weakened, the two heroes have secured my life, and they shall be showered with the grandest praises by the people for their tireless efforts!
All hail The Wisest Sage! All hail Saviour of the Cause! All hail the ICE!
Vhures Chutes the Imbecile and her perverted lover, my late father Jonathan Bach de’Leon, whom loved her only for her services, has coordinated the plan to murder me, to destroy the cause. Ordinary people like Trigas Trill and Lucias Lusci risked their pride, lives and fortunes to save me, to save our cause. Citizens of the ICE, if they could do it, we all can!
The both of them were rightfully eradicated, which leaves us with my brother and his father—Mason Quote de’Aqueon. To ensure that the ongoing conflict does not spiral out of control, either Mason Quote or Gazette must not be killed alone, the both of them will have to fall simultaneously. The bond between father and son is strong, and executing just one of them will result in the strengthening of the other, and the fortification of the FIRE as a whole.
Based on The Wisest Sage, Trigas Trill’s advice, our next move will be espionage. I feel the need to share this with the people, as although there is a chance that information will be leaked, my trust towards the people is absolute. I live and fight for the cause, for the people, for humanity!
So, believe in me, believe in us, and believe in the cause! We are ICE. Respect the ICE, respect the winter.
-Recitation of The People's Scripture and its eleven interpretations (as written in FROST II) is completed by everyone present, lead by White de'Leon-
Thank you.”
- Speech Upon Completion of the Zieren di Eis, White de’Leon.
As the instigator of this major revolution, I feel extremely honored that many share our cause and plight; that many understand the need for justice in this world; that many are willing to put their lives on stake so that our children will not need to walk on streets with Death pointing fingers at them; they will not need to wield blades and weaponry wherever they go; most importantly, they will never have to risk their lives like how we risk ours today!
My dream, shared by all of us, that is to restore humanity to its original and purest state, is a selfless one. Although tears were shed, I had to severe the family bond between me and my half-brother, Gazette de'Aqueon. He used to be the only one I confided in, and now he is our nemesis. I place family behind the nation, and I invite all of you to do the same!
While speaking about this, I believe that now is the right time to remind all of you about my treacherous dead mother, Vhures Chutes the Imbecile, and how we managed to prevent our looming demise in the hands of her and her accomplices. Note that the phrase "The Imbecile" has to be added whenever referring to her, as although she birthed me and my brother, she attempted to take my life when I was at my strongest, as she is full of jealousy and greed! We should also never forget the priceless contributions of The Wisest Sage—Trigas Trill, and the Saviour of the Cause—Lucias Lusci, for exterminating Vhures Chutes the Imbecile from the face of this very planet! Although I was physically and mentally weakened, the two heroes have secured my life, and they shall be showered with the grandest praises by the people for their tireless efforts!
All hail The Wisest Sage! All hail Saviour of the Cause! All hail the ICE!
Vhures Chutes the Imbecile and her perverted lover, my late father Jonathan Bach de’Leon, whom loved her only for her services, has coordinated the plan to murder me, to destroy the cause. Ordinary people like Trigas Trill and Lucias Lusci risked their pride, lives and fortunes to save me, to save our cause. Citizens of the ICE, if they could do it, we all can!
The both of them were rightfully eradicated, which leaves us with my brother and his father—Mason Quote de’Aqueon. To ensure that the ongoing conflict does not spiral out of control, either Mason Quote or Gazette must not be killed alone, the both of them will have to fall simultaneously. The bond between father and son is strong, and executing just one of them will result in the strengthening of the other, and the fortification of the FIRE as a whole.
Based on The Wisest Sage, Trigas Trill’s advice, our next move will be espionage. I feel the need to share this with the people, as although there is a chance that information will be leaked, my trust towards the people is absolute. I live and fight for the cause, for the people, for humanity!
So, believe in me, believe in us, and believe in the cause! We are ICE. Respect the ICE, respect the winter.
-Recitation of The People's Scripture and its eleven interpretations (as written in FROST II) is completed by everyone present, lead by White de'Leon-
Thank you.”
- Speech Upon Completion of the Zieren di Eis, White de’Leon.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Best Poem
Pink
puffy porky persona of a pig.
How can a
pig possibly be this big?
Cute
chubby chalky character of a pig.
How can a
pig possibly wear a wig?
Such
sketchy weirdness in a pig.
How is it
possible?
All due
to a miraculous combination
Of bubble
tea and chalk’s nation.
We need
to drink bubble tea every day
And use
chalk to draw in every way,
Because
chalk tea is tasty like horse hay.
Horses
are great creatures.
Like a
male dressing up with females’ features.
Such
fabulousness,
It makes
chalk tea more delicious
And
bubbles more scrumptious.
Flames of a Sordid Winter: FROST II
You will recite The People's Scripture at least eleven times after you have awoken.
You will recite each interpretation at least eleven times before you sleep.
You will forever remember all the eleven words that are contained in this scripture.
You will forever remember all eleven different interpretations of this scripture, word-by-word.
Offenders will be cursed to step on a "Freeze Zone".
The bright orange evil; false hopes.
Coldness protects us.
We're grateful.
- The People's Scripture, White de'Leon
1. There was Mason Quote de'Aqueon, the evil, the ruler of FIRE, the enemy.
2. The nation was orange of the FIRE. Our cold will protect.
3. The FIRE is hypocritical. They destroy dreams. We will restore them.
4. They are bright; pale inside. Conversely, we are pale; bright inside.
5. We're offered a chance to be freed from the FIRE's wrath.
6. The FIRE will never die by itself, for they have Gazette de'Aqueon.
7. Gazette de'Aqueon, the heir of FIRE, is cruel, unrelenting, heartless, biased, corrupted.
8. We're offered protection in the form of Zieren di Eis, Einfrierend and FROST.
9. Zieren di Eis, headquarters of ICE, offers the truest warmth, unlike the FIRE.
10. Einfrierend, underground city of the people, shields us from the FIRE.
11. FROST, scriptures of ICE, ensure the people's organization, uniting against FIRE.
You will recite each interpretation at least eleven times before you sleep.
You will forever remember all the eleven words that are contained in this scripture.
You will forever remember all eleven different interpretations of this scripture, word-by-word.
Offenders will be cursed to step on a "Freeze Zone".
The bright orange evil; false hopes.
Coldness protects us.
We're grateful.
- The People's Scripture, White de'Leon
1. There was Mason Quote de'Aqueon, the evil, the ruler of FIRE, the enemy.
2. The nation was orange of the FIRE. Our cold will protect.
3. The FIRE is hypocritical. They destroy dreams. We will restore them.
4. They are bright; pale inside. Conversely, we are pale; bright inside.
5. We're offered a chance to be freed from the FIRE's wrath.
6. The FIRE will never die by itself, for they have Gazette de'Aqueon.
7. Gazette de'Aqueon, the heir of FIRE, is cruel, unrelenting, heartless, biased, corrupted.
8. We're offered protection in the form of Zieren di Eis, Einfrierend and FROST.
9. Zieren di Eis, headquarters of ICE, offers the truest warmth, unlike the FIRE.
10. Einfrierend, underground city of the people, shields us from the FIRE.
11. FROST, scriptures of ICE, ensure the people's organization, uniting against FIRE.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Flames of a Sordid Winter: FROST I
(Part of a new storyline I'm working on. The FROSTS are writings that contain both the history and regulations of a nation, known as the ICE, headed by The Frost Lord, White de'Leon.)
FROSTS (I-X) are subject to change without prior notice.
FROSTS (I-X) are only to be altered by The Trio: The Frost Lord, White de'Leon; The Wisest Sage, Trigas Trill; or the Saviour of the Cause, Lucias Lusci.
FROSTS (I-V) are to be read, understood, and memorized by all members if the ICE.
FROSTS (VI-X) are only to be read by members who have been granted permission by The Trio.
Walking icicles that looked like a glassy man.
Such fine, chiseled face of an inadequate man.
Hardened with a tint of transparency, much like man;
painted blue by the skies which are blackened by man.
For I have submitted to this cause to save hapless man.
I have an ability of frost, yet I feel as frozen as man.
As cold as pure ice, I aim to walk this world of man.
I am born a bastard child, but my destiny is an icy man.
My people's cries are at absolute zero, a city of snow man.
- The Revolutionary Poem, White de'Leon
Those who actively or passively challenge or threaten our cause, through means that are, but not limited to, the following:
I- Altering FROSTS (I-X), through physically (or mentally) editing, rewriting, or plagiarizing the FROSTS.
II- Desecrating the ICE, FROSTS (I-X), Zieren di Eis, or the Einfrierend, as written in FROST II.
III- Reading FROSTS (VI-X) without permission from The Trio.
IV- Supporting the FIRE through any means.
V- Disregarding common sense.
VI- Displeasing The Frost Lord.
VII- Not reciting The People's Scripture and its eleven interpretations, as written in FROST II.
He or she who does so shall be educated properly. He or she, while casually walking, will step on the following specific spots, with increasing severity:
I- "Slip Zones" will lead offenders to a life of permanent injury, caused by slipping on ice.
II- "Sink Zones" will lead offenders to a life of eternal coldness, caused by falling into a hole filled with the chillest water.
III- "Freeze Zones" will lead offenders to a life as an immobile ice statue, forever to feel only shame and disgrace as one of the nation's most atrocious criminals.
Understand that The Frost Lord is apathetic towards your crises. He will only offer help if you are of some degree of importance.
Understand that The Frost Lord should not be directly interacted with while he is in public. Offenders in the Einfrierend will be cursed to step on a "Freeze Zone", while offenders in other public areas will be cursed to step on a "Slip Zone".
Understand that we allow you to live life as a proper human being.
Respect the ICE. Respect the winter. Embrace us, and we may embrace you.
FROSTS (I-X) are subject to change without prior notice.
FROSTS (I-X) are only to be altered by The Trio: The Frost Lord, White de'Leon; The Wisest Sage, Trigas Trill; or the Saviour of the Cause, Lucias Lusci.
FROSTS (I-V) are to be read, understood, and memorized by all members if the ICE.
FROSTS (VI-X) are only to be read by members who have been granted permission by The Trio.
Walking icicles that looked like a glassy man.
Such fine, chiseled face of an inadequate man.
Hardened with a tint of transparency, much like man;
painted blue by the skies which are blackened by man.
For I have submitted to this cause to save hapless man.
I have an ability of frost, yet I feel as frozen as man.
As cold as pure ice, I aim to walk this world of man.
I am born a bastard child, but my destiny is an icy man.
My people's cries are at absolute zero, a city of snow man.
- The Revolutionary Poem, White de'Leon
Those who actively or passively challenge or threaten our cause, through means that are, but not limited to, the following:
I- Altering FROSTS (I-X), through physically (or mentally) editing, rewriting, or plagiarizing the FROSTS.
II- Desecrating the ICE, FROSTS (I-X), Zieren di Eis, or the Einfrierend, as written in FROST II.
III- Reading FROSTS (VI-X) without permission from The Trio.
IV- Supporting the FIRE through any means.
V- Disregarding common sense.
VI- Displeasing The Frost Lord.
VII- Not reciting The People's Scripture and its eleven interpretations, as written in FROST II.
He or she who does so shall be educated properly. He or she, while casually walking, will step on the following specific spots, with increasing severity:
I- "Slip Zones" will lead offenders to a life of permanent injury, caused by slipping on ice.
II- "Sink Zones" will lead offenders to a life of eternal coldness, caused by falling into a hole filled with the chillest water.
III- "Freeze Zones" will lead offenders to a life as an immobile ice statue, forever to feel only shame and disgrace as one of the nation's most atrocious criminals.
Understand that The Frost Lord is apathetic towards your crises. He will only offer help if you are of some degree of importance.
Understand that The Frost Lord should not be directly interacted with while he is in public. Offenders in the Einfrierend will be cursed to step on a "Freeze Zone", while offenders in other public areas will be cursed to step on a "Slip Zone".
Understand that we allow you to live life as a proper human being.
Respect the ICE. Respect the winter. Embrace us, and we may embrace you.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Madness of a Tree
Good morning.
Piss books, shit wood.
Today I saved a life. I'm on fire.
Pictured green. Humans' blankets were leaves.
I am talented. Go typewrite your life! Humans are birds.
I feel cold. They lay eggs on my morning wood! Very nice pun.
Mad-fucking-ness of a tree. I am very kind. I lie. My respiratory systems.
Will it be you or me? I am forsaken! I pity birds who are humans.
Drunkards. I wrote on myself, the word "fuck". i no english.
Are there universes beside ours? How are their trees?
I suffer from amnesia. What is Wi-Fi? Hello.
Time to sleep. I have night-vision. I die.
I die. I die.
I die.
Rings commit treason.
Protected by diamond.
Destroyed for timbers.
Attention onto myself.
Regardless of pictures.
Incomplete for human.
Pain without violence.
All future incinerated.
They shred checklists.
Stationed to junkyard.
Bullshit electronics. Failed adventures. Ticking clocks. Wounded assholes. Graveyard riots. Peaceful assemblies. Joker politicians. Sighing girl. Burning money. Wasted lives. Biased articles. Fucking weapons. Believable me. Artistic impression. Crying man. Closed curtains. Dead birds. Weird romance. Publishing issues. Lucky disaster. Beautiful life. Mutated brothers. Unsettled arguments. Sleeping cardboard. Layered blood. Maddening demise.
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