Chaosheart's Daily Writings

Black and White
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What is good, what is evil? I guess I could be the definition of good. Clad in white and blue, with a pure personality that people enjoy, love to love.

And then there's my other half. Clad in black and red, a sadistic monster people will love to hate. We're not so different, him and I, yet we couldn't be more opposite even if we tried.

I honestly feel pity for him, he's fearful. No, not fearful, maybe...I don't know. There's something about him that makes me pity him. Heh, he'd have me for breakfast if he could read my thoughts now. But still...

Maybe in another life, we really could've been brothers, living side by side. Maybe if he changed...but then I'd have to change too. Do I want to? I'm a little scared of change, but...well...I don't know. I'm just an idiot after all.
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Short drabble is short. I based it off an rp character I have for an rp that's happening soon. So excited hnnnnnnng. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Comedic Tragedy
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Sweet amber
that dribbles down
my throat
as honeyed words
set forth from my
lips

I watch him
curl
milk hair
pooling over
sweet tears

while I
Wipe the
salty sweat
from my brow
and remind him
why he's the master
while I'm the puppeteer

Say what you will
of kings and queens
of right and wrong
I
will always get my
cake
in the end
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...I think one of my villains turned into a poet by accident??? Dammit Corruption, Red was supposed to be my poet, not you. Well anyway, here's his thoughts on a little game he played with one of my characters in the past. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Pretty Fire​
Wreathed in flames
that lick at my
clothes
I sit on my throne and
gaze
at the wonder I created
the tragedy that never
ends

All below me
they
swirl and twirl in
gracious agony
with hearts ablaze
and torn with my
anger​
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My character is leaving vaguely threatening poems at some of my other characters help. That being said, missed one before midnight yesterday whoops. So you get it an hour and a half later. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Just a Tool
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I know what I am, just a simple tool for others to use at their whim. People come to me to satisfy their needs and I sure do give them one hell of a time. That's all I am, really, just a simple nobody with no way to get higher than life other than through wishful thinking.

Sometimes my dreams get ahead of me and I find myself wishing that I can somehow get higher in life. How though? Marrying some rich bastard that might abuse me? Use me like all the others? Well, at least it would get me out of my desperate situation, but I don't know.

Well I got my wish, I moved up a little. It's kind of like a boarding house, with all these people here. My new job is to stay and watch the kids, though granted they're already teenagers. At least I get to do nothing and still get paid.

Even then, I'm still used as a tool. I'm being used right now, my story to be sent for all to see. I'm not happy, but I'm used to it. I know what I am, just a simple tool for others to use at their whim. And I wish I could change my fate…

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Finally something that isn't a poem! This is in the POV of a character I made...and then couldn't use because I'm a wuss when it comes to Libertine stuff. orz Hope you enjoy!​
 
Movement​
Dance
To the beat
Of my heart

Sing
To the rhythm
Of my soul

Play
To the song
Of my mind
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Forgot to make a piece yesterday so you get two today. This one I bsed on like a few of my other pieces lol. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!​
 
Scream​
Scream
For your life
When the blood red moon
Weeps

Scream
Out in agony
When my blade
Slices through your skin

Scream
For I am just a monster
Whose only purpose is to
Kill​
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This would be a poem in my other poet character's pov though technically Corruption doesn't count lol. Hope you enjoy!​
 
So Happy​
I'm so happy
To have met you
My one and only

I'm so happy
That my heart bursts with love
Every time I see you

I'm so happy
That I shout out my praise for you
When you aren't there​
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BSed this one again herp derp. This is based off Ar Tonelico when the singer sings out their feelings. Like I'm happy or I'm sad. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Different Perspective​

Write to me a story. Not just any kind of story, I want something specific. What kind, you ask? Alright, let me tell you.

Imagine this. Imagine someone designated as the villain of the story, yes, the antagonist. make him a protagonist. Now take that protagonist and make yourself wonder, what is he like behind the scenes. ...You're not seeing it are you? I don't imagine the protagonist as a villain, no.

I see someone stuck in the role of a villain, forced to really, when their personality is really kind and good. Well, not really basing it off of anything, but I'll let you figure it out. Imagine what it's like for our protagonist to live, hated, by the people he cares for most, though he's unable to tell them because it's not his role, never was. Imagine him, lamenting his role and wishing that he could be himself, just once, without dealing with judging stares and confused expressions.

What of the hero? Well, he's still a hero of course. What of the antagonist? Can't it be man versus self? There doesn't always have to be an antagonist, just a conflict. Not even that, sometimes. You should know this, you're a writer. Well, I- no, never mind.

So write to me a story, about the antagonist turned protagonist, of a misunderstood villain. ...Well, take your time, okay? No need to rush. Although I- never mind. Bye.
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Idea came to me after thinking about one of my villain characters. What if he was actually good, but I just made him evil? And he hates being in that role, but what else can he do about it? Hope you enjoy! I may write that story someday...​
 
Hope​
Hope
Flies away
Swiftly
Yet
There's always someone
To catch it​
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Short poem is short deeerp. Even when you're at rock bottom, there's alwaays someone there to help you get your hope back. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Role
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With misaligned wings he remains grounded, taking the role that was given to him with a heavy heart. He didn't ask to play the role of the villain, who would? Well, except for the particularly cruel, but he digresses. His path is a meandering one, always different, never one place. He can't stay, for if he should form a connection and those he connected with find out about the role he plays, he would be immediately sent out. But then again, everyone knew, right?

His heart is heavy with sadness and regret as he pretends to be a mad king, a cruel traveler, a twisted being in general. He plays the role, set for him by the gods at birth, and he regrets and hates it with a burning passion. But that passion is always drowned out by love for the world, love for the good, love for the kindness that he sees when others band together against him.

But sometimes...he does form a connection. Sometimes he is himself and then people flock to him, look up to him, throw kindness at him. Tender little morsels that soothe his aching heart that quickly fly away once he remembers his role and...

He wandeers ever after, never staying in one place, eventually abandoning his role, but never forgetting his past. He settles into a tiny home with a set of other people and for a while he lives happily. But the gods want him to play the role so he does, but he's so tired of it that he just gives upp in the end and...in the end, he finds comfort. A small bit of comfort, but a comfort nonetheless. He finally has someone to share his kindness, his goodness with, but he shies away in fear of himself, of his role. In the end, who's playing the fool? No one really knows.

Perhaps one day, when the gods see what they've done to his poor, tortured soul and regret like he does, he will be ablee to spread his wings and soar in the sky, no longer crippled by his past and his madness. Perhaps...one day...
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Companion piece to Different Perspective. Yep, I wrote it. Again, based on the fact that the villain might actually be good, but he has to play the role because he has no other choice. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Fireflies and Mechanical Leaves​
Fireflies dancing
With mechanical leaves
Draws in
Frogs chirping
To choppy winds
And the whooshing
Of my heart
Won't stand still
Leaving it to dance with fireflies
And mechanical leaves​
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Not sure what I wrote lol. I didn't really feel up to writing today so this came about. All I know is is that I wrote something random. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Bubble
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Floating in ecstasy, I let my boundaries be released. There's nothing else but the ground underneath me and my body. I try to soar to the heavens, looking down on my body, but alas, I'm still grounded to earth in an ever present solid tethering me to life itself. I give up and let the darkness take me, let nothing else exist but me and the pressure around me, engulfing me in the darkness. There are no boundaries here, other than the ground beneath me, and with a slowly reassuring bliss, I let myself go, but still clinging onto the tether of my life.
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My experience while meditating. Short paragraph is short. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Give Me Strength​
Give me strength
When times are dark
And times are light

Let me feel
Both the bad
And the good

Let the light
And darkness
Shine

For the good intention of all
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Felt like writing something uplifting for me. Inspired by...an experience. I hope I can withstand both the good times and the bad times when I('m feeling down. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Indoor Cat Outdoor Dog
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The cat was envious of the dog. Envious of the fact that the dog could go outside whenever she asked their humans to let her out while he was stuck in the house all day, just watching the world go about out the window. He yawned and curled up for a nap, only to be awoken by barking.

"I'm trying to sleep, Dog," the cat yawned, glaring at the dog. The dog just smiled and went up to the couch, close to where the balcony holding the cat was.

"So what, Cat? I'm trying to visit you," the dog replied. He grunted and rolled over.

"…You smell like grass," he sighed, "And sunshine and concrete."

"I needed to pee!"

"Lovely." He rolled over and stretched, the dog flopping down onto the couch and panting happily.

"The sky was really blue today!" the dog commented.

"I can see it just fine from out the window." Pause. "Why are you here?"

"Uuuuuh." She tilted her head and continued panting. "Can we play chase? I'm bored."

"Well I'm sleepy, let me sleep in the sunlight," he grumbled.

"But I miss youuu," she whined.

"Noooo," he answered back playfully. But still, he glanced out the window one more time.

"You weren't at the window where I peed," she said.

"Of course not, not much sunlight- well, no. Sunlight there, but no place to rest. I like it here, on the balcony," he answered.

"Well, Cat, maybe we can play chase sometimes. Like I do with the squirrels! And the rabbits and the…" The dog continued rattle off the list of animals it chased, causing the cat to sigh. It used to chase mice and birds and rats, but that was a long time ago. He'll just remain content with the window then.

"And yeah! I play chase with the humans too!" The dog cocked her head to one side and went up to sniff the cat. "You okay?"

"…Fine." She poked her nose into the cat's belly causing him to bat her away. "Get off!"

"I wanted to see if you were fine, Cat," the dog said, looking up with big brown eyes.

"I already said I'm fine, Dog," he grumbled, rolling over to face the window.

"Play with meeee!" There was a sharp call and both animals perked their heads up.

"Human wants me, I'll be right back to visit you, Cat!" the dog said and with that she bounded away. The cat looked out the window and back towards where his friend ran off to, slowly beginning to purr as he slept in the sun.

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Finally finished this story, lol. Basically how I imagine a friendly cat and dog interaction to be, one grumpy cat and one scatterbrained dog. |D Hope you enjoy!​
 
Chant​
Cling
To your chants
That make up your
Practice
Your
Life
Twirl those
Words
Around in your mouth
Till it numbs your
Mind​
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Based off the sutras from Buddhism religion. Feeling a bit down today, don't know why. Hope you enjoy!​
 
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Pink Elephants on Parade​

Waves of vines dance upon pink clouds and soaring rainbows drop honeyed into my mouth. I sit back and lie against the wooden and plastered confines of my abode, letting in spirits and ghouls into my soul and have ants crawling out my ears. Their fuzzy tappity tap tap knocks against my skull and I lie back enjoying the sensation of fizz and drink of the gods as it takes me elsewhere.

This elsewhere comprises of grapevines and too bright light and sadomasochistic weeds that seek to strangle and sashay with the airplanes that drip from the grapes and squash flat onto papered concrete. Yes, my wonderful land that comprises of cotton candy and sugar canes twisting about in vivid sex and bring me to a climax as more goods drop into my mouth.

It's not like floating, where I can see the world, nor is it like dreaming, where everything is craaazy. No, this is magical, a wonder world of wonderful things and then...The buzz dies away and I'm back sitting in my stone cold bed.
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Thought of the Dumbo Track "Pink Elephants on Parade" and this came up. Boy did that scene resemble...never mind, bad stuff. I swear I wasn't taking anything when I wrote this. |D Hope you enjoy! And don't get to tripped out by it!​
 
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Seed​
Spouting from
Tangled roots
Into blossoming
Leaves and branches
It reaches out
Plops a fruit
Into one's hands
And so inside
The seed shall
Grow anew​
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Started with a random title and this is what I got. This one's an eh kind of poem. Hope you enjoy!​
 
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Stake Your Claim​

They were scrambling, scrambling to get that juicy, golden treasure on the land to the west. They came, invading the land of the locals, and took away everything they owned.

It was mostly a few nations, but there were others in the race to claim territory that enriched their own economies and poured money like wine into coffers. They squabbled and fought each other for that precious land filled with resources. It was a mess indeed.

The natives fought back of course, they always do. Some worshipped them as gods, others fought back in small resistances, but in the end they fell to disease and destruction. Still, they, too, staked their claim for territory in this game of battles.

So, which side will you pick? The natives, banding together? A powerful empire to conquer everything? Or perhaps an unknown nation will rise above it all? The choice is yours.
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This could be a possible opening for an rp wow. Started with a random title and worked from there. Hope you enjoy!​
 
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Nonthinking​
Treacles of
Innocence
Flow out from my
Divinity
Breaking up the long
Hours
Of knowledge and
Berylls
From my
Mind​
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Decided to do a poem where there's a pattern of many words followed by one word- uh...idk what to call it. |D This reminded me of meditation and how one clears the mind to gain knowledge. Hope you enjoy!​
 
Of Madmen​
Take my hand
To a magical world of
Madness and murder
Intrigue and imagination
Life and death
And have your soul
Rot away​
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Not sure what to make of this one. :/ Yeah idk. Hope you enjoy!​
 
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