New Post?

Been silent for a while but there is a new post on the horizon for the blog. The other part for the pokemon mystery dungeon story. It is a little shorter than part 1 because it is like a built-up for part 3. I will try to finish it in time for Christmas so I hope you guys are ready and make sure to have nice holidays. If possible I might even make a new year's poem. Leave in the comments or on my discord on your thoughts on that idea.

Flame(Spoken Word)

You say we are one?

Are you sure?

I want to ask you…

Why are we one?

You might ask…

Why are we together?

Why should we help her?

Flame is dangerous so why?!



Flame is that of dragons but not of mice?

Why am I wrong?

Look at her again and you see

What she is,

I can see your hatred welling up

 But…

 Why?

Why hurt, the mice,

Like her,

Why not help the mice,

 Like her,

Because…

 Flame is that of dragons but not of mice,



I can hear you,

Why am I wrong?

Having the eternal fires blessed by god,

Right?

Are you sure?

Who gave you those fires,

Who blessed you with those fires;

Did God?

Are you sure?

Why are the many mice wrong against one dragon?

Where is the stand,

Of you a shining star and

her a miserable mouse,

She deserves to be a mouse!

 You might say…



It’s ok, my friend I understand,

The fires you possess are beyond us;

Is what you think but you still are nothing

And no one understands,

But… I do

Before you abed let me say; this on your behalf,

Think carefully my friend,

Why do mice (like her) come to make fires,

That

 surpass dragons like yourself,

Galaxies are here

Have you ever wanted to explore the cosmos?

Floating from place to place in the many wonders of space,

Countries are galaxies and you go to each one, in every place,

Honey has a galaxy or maybe there is a galaxy about cubes,



Well…



A plumber tried to tell me that,

One who was off his head,

One with a blackened beard,

A plumber who ate strange mushrooms,

A plumber who taught me that things of

The imagination shall remain so,

Forever remain so as treading on ground like that will

one day lead to deadly demises,



Ridiculous I know,



But…

Unfortunately, what we want out there,

Can’t exist,

Humanity isn’t a pleasant kiss,

Instead, there is something we missed,

Although it might already be too late to enlist,

Too late to enlist in the minds of fools,

Who dare to call themselves dreamers,



This is the part where I tell you about a dream…



I was in space with a friend,

We all went through space,

All around the bend,

All though we weren’t ready to face,

What was ahead…



It was just like planet earth,

It was in town me and my mates,

With are pilot in front coming by,

Buildings I saw, Houses I saw and the



unsettling joys of people I know,

Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera,

An identical environment to what I knew,

When I had this dream music played and drummed,

With an unfocused melody, 


Bund, Bund, Bund,

Dun, Dun, Dun,
Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun, Bun, Dun

Just like that,

Oh, how I dreamed for a taste

for even the most atrocious sounds,

Jumping for joy with friend and family

With eyes coated in black,



This story I tell can no longer follow any kind of scheme,

Instead, I need to express what was seen,



Black pupils looking at us with faces of joy.

We raced past and they looked in awe.

Looked at us with no emotion.

Life of all who I knew and many others copied by sub-human beings.



They then looked at me… and I was horrified.

We passed by them but each of those creatures stared.

My mate turned to me and said, if one died they would give chase…



Would a revolution happen?

A revolution?

What… kind of… revolution?

If there were one to happen?

What is next for humanity?

What is next for those who admire the cosmos?



I awoke in a rush of cold sweat,

My bed no longer felt safe, and neither did me,

Surveying the room, I felt danger from my conscious,

It never left my mind what I saw…

Fiction or non-fiction never mattered that day,

They were coming…and…now,

The cosmos meant nothing,

It wasn’t greater than the earth I stood on,

Never again will it be better than the origins,



Pay attention to where you grew,

It gave a map that it once drew,

One for you and many others to see through,

To see that in fact the real galaxies where you wish to be,



Are already here…