Eternal Dreams

So I wondered if I could capture the essence of a dream in a poem. Also I haven't written anyone a poem in months and months so Jaffa, this poem is for you. I hope you enjoy!

Eternal Dreams

In dreams of dreams eternal

A constant fantasy

Lost in a land half waking

And all the world a dream

In wistful worlds so weary

Dominions drowning dreary

In endless echelons eerie

A silent ceaseless scream

A girl by name of Jaffa

Set fire to the rain

Drifting through the aether

She knows not, what is pain

She knows not, what is panic,

She knows not, what is rue

She knows not whence she came from

Except for a teardrop blue

A man by name of Morbid

Is seeking for multiple things

His face is masked with feathers

That reptilian autumn brings

He longs to share his memories

He yearns to share his soul

And a teardrop blue is leaking

From the half he calls a whole

Amidst a background silver

Tendrils of poisonous light

Entwine the two together

And banish the tender night

They fuse to make one being

The lost who became the found

And Jaffa Morbid rushes forth

To slowly sink a marmalade North

Into the wraithlike ground

Every Footstep Equals Death

Yeah, like, we're all murderers dude! Of billions of invisible creatures! Maaaaan.

Enjoy :P

Every Footstep Equals Death

Every footstep that I take

Every time I close my eyes

Every breath that leaves my lungs

An unseen crowd of creatures dies

A walking talking death machine

Of countless animalcules

Single celled

Not long for this world

My every action causes hell

Perishing, writhing

No hope of surviving

The invisible swarm

I deform

Bodies still warm

So suddenly I’m made aware

That murder flows from every breath

Where every heartbeat drowns their souls

And every footstep equals death

Coming Out

So it's been about four and a half months since I came out. This poem is really personal yet I hope it still resonates with you. This is me sharing a little piece of my heart. I hope you enjoy.

Coming Out 

Have to try

Start to cry

Constantly living my life as a lie

Fearing rejection

Deepest dejection

No longer the child who they view as perfection

Closest relations

Crushed expectations

Death knell to hopes of wedding invitations

Love me?

Shove me?

Never heard of me?

 

Go burn in hell

Go rot in a cell

You ne’er-do-well

Searching for signs of dismay

Thoughts in disarray

Hardest four words to say

Mum, dad I’m gay

“Hush dear, we know. It’s okay.”

Conflicting Emotions

Hope you enjoy this. Language can be really weird sometimes.

Conflicting Emotions

Laugh with sorrow

Strut with fear

Blush in arrogance

Comfort severe

Snarl with love

And kiss with hate

Hug with reluctance

And despair with faith

All so unthinkable

To soothe with distress

So why do people cry

With happiness?

The Path and The Walker

This is a poem that I wrote months ago and then promptly lost. Now that it is once again found I decided to post it. Enjoy!

The Path and The Walker

I don’t chose the things I cry about

That doesn’t make me heartless

When I can’t shed a tear

For that small lifeless deer

That left you frozen in grief and darkness

I don’t chose the things I laugh about

That doesn’t make me a bore

When I barely smile

At that joke ‘bout the Nile

That left you rolling on the floor

And I don’t chose what I live to love

But I’m glad that they chose me

For with an open mind and a brimming heart

I’m swept away the moment I start

Each new discovery brings irrevocable change

By dramatically increasing the awesome

Dumbledore, Dobby and poor little Rue

Stephie Erlich from Doctor Who

Each of their deaths had me sobbing and sobbing

For minutes or hours or days

Yet give me Fred Weasley or Kenspeckle Grouse

Or Ianto or The Fault In Our Stars

And I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing, I’ve nothing

For the infinity that was ours

Good Morning Voldemort

OK. So the other poem is going to have to wait. The following arose during school today and I had to share it with you guys. The following song is a parody of Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray and is sung by Bellatrix Lestrange. I hope some time in the future to turn this into a video but hopefully you'll know the tune (if not then youtube it). Enjoy!

Good Morning Voldemort

Oh, oh, oh

Dearest Dark Lord

I just have to applaud your treachery

Oh, oh, oh

Hungry for more than

Your supple snake

Your thirteen inch wand

You’ve murdered and maimed

He Who Must Not Be Named

Raining down chaos from

High above

Oh, oh, my

Ecstasy grows

At your absolute

Lack of a nose

Good morning Voldemort

You’re the downfall of Gryffindor

Love the way that you split your soul

Seven parts to a former whole

Good morning Voldemort

May you never be mortal once more

I love your depravity

Voldemort and me

Oh, oh oh,

Your red eyed stare

Is beyond compare in every way

Oh, oh oh,

 I’ve got my Dark Mark upon my arm

The pain’s like a charm

When you speak Parseltounge

The hiss from your lungs

Seems to say “Bella I love you too”

So, oh, oh,

 Don’t hold me back

Azkaban I escaped just for you

Good morning Voldemort

I would kill that fool Dumbledore

Snape is nothing, a worthless tool

Worst Headmaster of Hogwarts School

Good morning Voldemort

Even  the mighty Dementors implore

To succumb to your mastery

Voldemort and me

I know every curse, I know every jinx

I know he's a Horcrux. I'm not. That stinks.

I cannot wait for our life to begin

I cannot wait for you to Slytherin

You too Slytherins  

So, Oh, Oh

Give me a chance

I can kill at a glance, be a Death Eater

I’ll be the

Best of the best, just give your commands

And I’ll do the rest

 My relief from our struggles

Is torturing muggles

Whilst yelling “The Potter boy’s got to go!”

Oh, oh, oh

Don’t make me wait

One more moment to say crucio

Good moaning, good moaning

Waiting to say crucio

I love you Voldemort

The Longbottoms fell to the floor

My love for you is the sort that blinds

As I watched them both lose their minds

I promise Voldemort

I’ll be by your side for the whole of this war
I'll murder that house elf Dobby

For that is my destiny

Voldemort and me

We’ll make our world pure (mudblood free)

Voldemort and me

He’ll stroke my face with Nagini

Voldemort and me

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why is fanfiction so awesome?

So this will be another thoughtsy sort of a post. I do believe I started many a post with the word so in recent months. Next time will be different!

Anyway. Recently a very good friend was worried about her writing. She felt that others may see it as being copying a certain scene of Lord of the Rings.

Here are my thoughts on the matter and my reply to her.

Inspiration is all about building on the works of others. We all stand on the shoulders of others. To be inspired by a book or a poem or a song, by a piece of music or something on TV, to take their message and tales and add to them and play with them and make them your own is to be admired not something to be feared. That is why fanfiction is so wonderful, an idea is only improved by planting it in some other persons mind where it will grow and then sending it racing amongst a network of people. And if people can see from where you have been inspired it only adds to your creation rather than lessening it for it lets them know more about the creator and what sort of person they might be.
Stories are all about human connections and to be able to see those connections being formed is the most beautiful thing of all.

Hence why copyright lasting for hundreds of years is generally a very sucky thing.
 

Eternal Swans

Poem be here. I also found a lost poem from ages ago and poem will shortly be there too.
Enjoy.

Eternal Swans

Transcending time

Impending night

Eternal glow

Of candlelight

Predating gods

Outliving sea

Encircling pride 

Transfixing me

A skull of gold

With congealed eyes

Those emerald wings

Crawling with flies

A beautiful horror

The dust on its bones

Delights and reviles

Those sparkling stones

The creak of vanished tendons

The gristle groaning grey

As she takes to the air

Whilst the death-merchants pray

They pray to twisted spirits

That they look upon as prey

A clamouring song of yellow blood

And the final close of day

She leads them marching onwards

With a cobweb for their sky

Eternal swans on a lustreless lake

The dead who refused to die

When Derek Met Fez Guy

So yeah on Sunday I went to the Bluewater signing and met some awesome new people including Derek Landy, Lenka, Robin, and some awesome people I already knew, Grace (Ven), Chan and my brother Pyro. I got up at 6 a.m and spent several happy hours waiting in the queue.  Whilst waiting in the queue Derek walked around to see everyone before he began signing and called out to me "Hey nice fez. When I finally got to meet him he was like "Hey it's fez guy!" So yeah I shall be forever known to Derek as Fez Guy :P When I told him I was Octa he was really happy and knew who I was and everything. Infact he knew all the bloggers there. Derek took a picture of us on his own phone, signed my fez and my poems (I must have been the only person not to bring a Skulduggery book to sign) he answered loads of questions and gave me a hug. He is so awesome in real life. Most questions related to KoTW so I won't spoil anything but I did ask about the Dead Men. It turns out that there are only seven Dead Men at any one time but that they've changed over the years. Thus resolving my problem of nine Dead Men when it explicitly says there are seven. I gave Derek a handwritten copy of Golden God and some of your fanfiction (Kallista's Slender Man story, Thalia's Sherlock FF, Quinn and Bryony's HP FF and DogLikesBones Zombie Competition Entry.

Pictures.

From left to right, Pyro, Lenka, Chan, Derek, Grace, me

 

Shortly after this photo I almost fell over.

 

Fezzes are cool. Especially this one.

 

Meet Thrasherbelle. I wore him to the signing (it's a ring, don't think you can see that from the photo).

If Clarabelle and Thrasher had children I like to think they'd look something like this.

 

 

So all I have left to say is DFTBA, love yo' faces, and may you have a  lifetime of  Derektastic days ahead.