Mindless Poetry

To these words and their meaning I call you,
May their message at least give you pause:
When the end of all things comes to name you,
May this war have a meaningless cause?

The scars of our anger grow deeper;
In a shadow of sorrow we wait.
Is the circle of vengeance forever?
Are we proud of the picture we paint?

I wonder if truth has a bylaw,
Of one thing or ten things or none.
I wonder if words become more,
Than murmurs or carvings in stone.

As these dark times around us unravel,
May wisdom come first to your mind.
And whatever the road that you travel,
May peace be the treasure you find.

May the blood in your veins never bind you,
Never pain you, nor lead you to strife.
May it never delude, shame or blind you,
To this magnificent mystery called life.

Hmmm.

There have been a lot of things happening lately for me.. For instance, 4/23 was professional administrative day or secretary's day or something. And I work as an admin for Kittelson & Associates and they are literally the nicest people I have EVER met. They NEVER get mad if you mess something up they just correct you on what you did wrong and are so forgiving of clutzes like yours truly. ANYWAY! Back to what I was talking about, there is this day that is about celebrating the administrators of America. There are 2 others that are admins in this company and they went all out! We had a fancy lunch completely paid for, fancy ass chocolates and gift cards to the movies for $30 a piece and I card with everyone writing in messages for you! Don't get me wrong I was extremely flattered and very grateful (I almost cried. I AM LOVED! XD) But it's weird to me because I'm being rewarded this much for just doing my job? So I found that a little strange. But those chocolates were divine. God that was good stuff. And with my movie gift card I went to see Noah last night, it was intense. It was absolutely not the story you hear as a little kid. That would give children nightmares. It was really dark but it was also very good I thought, it really just showed how much we should be grateful for and what mankind went through at a time and we forgot about it. There are little things that we should be grateful for, to live and breathe and interact, that alone is a gift everyday.

More pointless poetry: Overboard

Thrown overboard, you were far out at sea.
Alone, in a world larger than you can see.
Nobody could reach; the rescues were in vain.
The loss was intolerable. Bitter, you remain.
You blame their envy. "His ego got in the way.
He is a distraction", or so they all say.
What a horror, oh, what a tragedy.
Thrown into the cold over vanity.
But fear not, darling. You still burn bright
Like the Hollywood stars, lost in the night.
Wounds take time, but they will heal.
Don't hold back, tell me how you feel.
So insecure and scared, a child overthrown.
You tell me, that you don't want to die alone.
I promise you, you don't have to.
Don't let go. I'll help pull you through.
I'll tend to you scars, and you'll get strong.
Better than before; You'll prove them wrong.
We'll have the last laugh, when they all see
The talent you encompass, let it be free.
I'll hold your hand every step of the way.
Until your voice is heard, come what may.
Our shadows will entwine; we become one.
It's never too late, just please hold on.

Brittle

I thought I was invincible but I'm not,

I thought I was sturdy like stone,

But I'm like weathered wood and I rot,

And now I'm unsure and stand alone.

I ponder my withered exsistance,

And I debate if it's worth living on,

Too much abuse has left me without resistance,

For my desires to continue are gone.

I believed I was a well tended flower,

Spawned up like a sweet little seed,

But your love for me grew bitter and sour

And the truth revealed you always thought me a weed.

Now sure that I'm a string snapped fiddle,

My spirits you've gone drained fast,

For that once hearty soul has become ever so brittle,

And my love for thee no longer lasts.

Tears of Dew (Some more aimless poetry.)

In the hollow shell of the tree burnt black 
he found her bones placed on a stack 
Her skull was buried underneath them all 
for that is how the prideful fall 

When he knelt down in her ashes and lies 
he dug a pool for the tears ran dry 
he wrote her a name in broken branches 
as he waited for the fireflies dances.

As the rest soon appeared, he took her hand 
forced her remains to move and stand 
whispered a few silent words, then let her go 
her scattering bones marked the end of the show 

Then there were clouds; then there was dawn 
both the whispers and the men were gone 
All that was left were the droplets of dew 
in the empty eyes of the girl no one knew 

(Well some more poetry I guess. This has a lot more imagery than my last one I think. I kinda like it actually. I dunno its weird.)

Wow. Idiots.. Idiots everywhere....

I'll let you guys have the honor of passing judgment on this. This is just absolutely ridiculous. Even by my standards ._.

I dunno just poetry.

Passionate of the world we seek in, 

a dreamer who keeps on believing. 

We need not speak the same; 

we are individuals infinitely intertwined as one. 

There is beauty in diversity, 

yet underneath we are all some shade of burgundy. 

Can’t you see that we are not different? 

Beyond the surface, you have to dive in. 

Circumstances beyond our control; 

let us be free from labeling our separate roles. 

Conditioned to live as we see fit, 

then tell another what isn’t right for him. 

A prisoner of a mental society, 

everything’s physical and nobody’s listening. 

We’re missing connection by employing our phones, 

distracted by what everyone else has going on. 

Deep down we’re rivaling our insecurities, 

but sometimes too afraid to face our own realities. 

Gratification through approval and opinions, 

but not many are honest and it’s easy to give in. 

Is it too hard to be genuine? 

To speak with conviction, 

honest and not made toxic by our addictions? 

Most have forgotten what it is to have a conversation; 

pass judgment without giving consideration. 

Each of us face different battles. 

Why can’t we support one another; be a shoulder to lean on? 

See from eyes other than your own, 

feel the very earth you and I are standing on. 

Face the world from a different perspective; 

beliefs are challenged, the mind now active. 

We’re in this together now, just as we have been. 

Beyond the surface, you have to dive in. 

My thoughts on ESO

So I'm sure many of us are aware of the new MMO (massively multiplayers online) Elder Scrolls Online from the Elder Scrolls series. I'm not a real big fan of MMO games because of the subscription cost. And that's why I was really iffy about this game because it's going from strictly a single player series to a MMO and that's a big transition and it's something that fans of the series such as myself can't really see these two things coming together. So I admit I was skeptical about the game until I did more research on it and I'm actually really looking forward to it. The graphics are really nice and the interaction feature with other people isn't all that bad for this series (judging by the beta videos and trials done at cons). I love the adventures and the stuff I got to do and they invited me to beta test it this weekend Feb 28th to March 2nd so I'm personally really looking forward to that and by what I have seen and heard from the other beta testers it looks like the making of a really good game.

Although! The one problem I do have with this game is the subscription service as I do with other MMOs (The sole reason I don't play them). Elder Scrolls online is going to cost me $15 a month. Yes that's a little high considering the base game price is $60 dollars. Is it worth it? I would say yes if you are a serious gamer and fan of the elder scrolls series. I mean I put in 350+ hours of my life into skyrim (and still playing it) and I never get bored of it so I think I'll buy this game because I don't have a doubt that this will entertain me. But hey that's just me. I am a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE supporter or Bethesda and the Elder Scrolls series so I'm absolutely getting it. I can't resist ._.

This thing might just put me into bankruptcy XD

My first post hmmmm... what to do what to do indeed.

WELL! As the title suggests this is my first post and day 1 of this blog thingy. This blog is going to be intended with nonsense, crazyness, my ranting, and some important matters going on in the world. Sometimes. Okay not so much on the important stuff. What?! I'm not a bloody newspaper. So in any way I'd like to say hi and welcome to my blog Composed Discord! I think it's a pretty awesome name if I do say so myself~

So I am going to introduce myself now since I have nothing else to write about at the moment.
1. I'm not exactly sane.
2. I love video games. Especially RPG's such as Skyrim and Assassin's Creed.
3. I like pasta.
4. I hate the word panties.
5. Pandas are freaking awesome.
6. I wish there was something called a panffle or wafflecake. Ahhh the puffiness of a pancake but in waffle form.
7. I am prone to fangirling at anime and manga and stuffs like that.
8. I draw humans and can't draw animals to save my life.

OKAY I think that's covers the basics. I'll be back soon for a real first post of rambling and awesomeness.