Quiet thoughts from a loud man

This will be a place where I put creative stuff, short stories, thoughts on characters, storylines and poems.

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pro-ice:

Well, I’ve sorta colored this funny comic by Yotomoe from the Dumbing of Age comic section. If you don’t read the actual series — please do, It’s wonderful.

ok I would pay for that make it happen

pro-ice:

Well, I’ve sorta colored this funny comic by Yotomoe from the Dumbing of Age comic section. If you don’t read the actual series — please do, It’s wonderful.

ok I would pay for that make it happen

(via dumbingofage)

Aka-Shiro’s Art

Floodwater and bridges never built

The flood water rises

It starts first at her feet

And she closes her eyes

Facing the current

With a grin and hope

Then to her knees

She changes her stance

For the flow is pushing her

But she still stands

Strong as stone

And the rain still falls

And now at her hips

She thinks

Of times she has been

Here before

And faces it

With brave hope

That rains will end

But as it rises

To her chest

Raining heavy as when

It first started

The current pushes

Her from one place

To the other

Yet she fights hard

To stand her ground

As people watch on

Then as the flood

Water starts to get

Into her mouth

Salted by her tears

People move

To lift her from water

Soaking cold feeling defeated

She stands again

On dry ground

Watching the river

Wipe out the world

She knew,

And a whisper

A kind word is said

“You can never fight

What you do not control.”

She looks over the river again

She didn’t make it

And she stood longer

When most would

Have given up everything

Or worst gave up

And let it take her

Now safe on dry ground

She sees

Rivers are best

To walk over

To be bridged

But bridges

Have two sides

With a meeting in the middle

And one can’t

Bridge the rive alone

She turns away from the river

Head high

For she stood the river

And it didn’t best her

And she found strength

She never knew

Was in her soul

So now

She can bridge

Things she never

Knew she could before

And face the rain

When it comes

For the bridge

Will not leave her

In the flood

No One’s Savior

“I am no one’s savior”

Rolls around my head

Over and over

Like the wheels

On the wet pavement

As I drive

Not wanting to go

Back to my prison

That made for myself

So the lines blur

As I drive through

The fog of my mind

“I can’t even save my tears”

As they fall

Like the rain on my window shield

The road always leading

Back to the reminders

Of my life

And the dead ends

Each road as always led me

Now I look at the road

Fog banked and lost

And I know I can never be

The person I want to be

In the hopes of being someone

Better for anyone

So I keep ending up

At the dead ends

Lost and turned around

Never finding any path

So it rolls back around

In my soul

“I am no one’s savior,

I can’t even save my tears,

Because truth be told…

I can’t even save myself”

Chains and Fetters

I move through the toil

Head down, eyes cast low

I work without question

Without thought or worry

For the work is it’s own reward

Or so it’s been said

But if that is so

Why are there chains

Binding my hands

Why are there fetters

On my feet

And why must I always

Keep my head low

Is it so I can love you from below?

Or is it that I am not

Bedazzled by you

So I move along

Task unasked for given

With my hands full

And my heart burden

As your heart is shattered

I pick up all the pieces

And give them back to you whole

And save none

For myself

Filling the lost pieces

With my own

I try to save the life

Unforgiven

As I stand in the dark

For you to have the light

To give you peace

And hope

When all else is lost

I stand soaking

From the cold rain

So you dry and warm

To give you

The sun when it finally comes

So long prayed for

I hold back the damn

So you may walk safely

Through life

As it crumbles around me

So you may find

Wishes finally granted

I hold back the pain

So you never see

The blood these chain

And fetter cause

You have your dreams

Long lost found again

Just so you can give

The words I long to hear

“I release you”

andisbetter:

All hail feast days! Unmitigated abundance is fun for the whole family. If you love turkey AND yams AND cranberry sauce, you’ll probably also love a Ford with technology AND style AND storage. Now there’s something to be thankful for.

Created by Joe Vaughn

sarahmonster213:

"Always thought maybe I’d retire. Take up watercolors or beekeeping or something." -Smith Doctor "Name of the Doctor".

sarahmonster213:

"Always thought maybe I’d retire. Take up watercolors or beekeeping or something." -Smith Doctor "Name of the Doctor".

(Source: madgirlwithbook)

Because women rock

(Source: natasha-buchanan-barnes, via themarysue)