Hi! This is the page for my writing, including poems, stories, and really anything else I decide to write! If you decide to read it, I hope you enjoy!!
Ahead lies a path of peril and loss
Behind us, a track that we knew when we crossed
Now we walk on eternal, our minds lost way before
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The path moves silently, and we are not leaving
A movement we perceive but can’t quite believe in
For if we did, the lies would be law
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Tell tales of a truth, a fable unwritten
It flies like a bug, a bug that has bitten
To leave its effects on the skin that grows sore
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Our legs never moving, our bodies still shaking
Our minds not yet independent, from our slumber, still waking
For this path to walk us forevermore.
When it’s all said and done
And the stones are in place
Fresh as a smoking gun
Yet gone without a trace
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When you’ve left the city walls
The house you’ve made is gone
Your own creation falls
The light you had once shone
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Emptiness plagues your frozen mind
In an afterimage of sea and sand
A day that stands out for one to find
A loveless living, a speckled band
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Leaving this thread alone on the entrance
To find what we can in a cave paved in rhyme
Yet gone with no sound, no words, no mentions
Lost in the labyrinthine hallways of time
Darkness shrouds the tender night
Too loud the horns that lead the fight
For as we die on fields of grey
And sink our ships deep in the bay
Let us not forget what we
Held in our hands so daringly
We’d spent our time not sparingly
But rather we have moved on.
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Too strong the guns that made us whole
While chipping away at our own souls
To fight is to bleed, to love is to die
To stand is to wave our world goodbye
As stars fall down on sacred land
The land upon which we ventured to stand
For years gone past, for times so grand
And yet, we have moved on.
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The icy grip of death draws near
Drawing upon our deepest fears
It stares, it stares, with eyes of a pair
At what our hearts have hidden there
Yet, we do not forget the past
But wait until our very last
To love what is lived as time runs fast
Before we can move on.
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In future remains uncertainty
Never knowing if we shall be truly free
If we shall live to see those days
That have been spoken of in such ways
But to love what we have, before it slips away
The past, present, future, they say
To wait until our final breath
Until there comes the hand of death
But I shan’t die, in body or mind
Until that peace I dare to find
To love in all, night, noon and day
And then I shall move on.
JoJo: The Hand of God isn't really anything like the other things on this page: it's a story that I've been writing (to be specific, a fanfiction, of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) about a man who lives in Missouri whose life is turned upside down by a fateful visit from a cultist, when he realises what he needs to do and why he needs to do it: he needs to save the world. I was originally writing it, and I released up to Chapter 47 on the JoJo Fanon Fandom site (shout out the people there, they're totally awesome) but after realising the first 40 or so chapters were shit, I went back and began the new, revised edition - the better edition. That edition is the one now releasing on ao3, and the first chapter released not too long ago. You don't need much background knowledge of JoJo to read, so whether you're a JoJo fan interested, or just someone curious, I kindly recommend giving it a spin. The link is here for you to access if you want to.