Ink-Blood

Author. Depressing poet. Plagued with commitment issues, and therefore a sporadic poster. Sorry about that.

[anxioustyrant]

The Potter and His Son

“Why do you care for them so much?” His voice was saturated with frustration. “Look at them! They are meager and weak. Do you not see them?”

“Do you?” Came His response.

“They are powerless, fragile.”

“All fine things are. Look at them. Broken - some shattered - and yet they continue on. They move forward. They help one another. They do as instructed by Me. What is strength if not this? What is love if not this? I look down and I see a world, swallowed in darkness - influenced by you. Yet still, so many shine. Broken like the face of the moon yet luminescent in hope. They are weak and stronger for it.”

“They will lose.”

A smile. “They need not win. I already have.”

[anxioustyrant]

No one has thick skin. It’s just scar tissue.

[anxioustyrant]

Gen Z

Both Liberals and Conservatives are banking on my generation be The Generation that Leads the Way to their idea of Utopia. But honestly I think both sides are going to be disappointed. Sure, I think we’ll change things, but not in a way that either side expects. And honestly? I think that’s probably for the best.

[anxioustyrant]

Quiet

Quiet

No noise to dull the razor’s edge

No sound to drown what’s in my head

Alone with my thoughts and wants

A cage fight

And a world that insists my wrong is right

Quiet

A strange duality

Driven past sanity

Truth and my own reality

I’m trying to ignore those who came before

Fell before

Gave in before

I’m drowning in the silence I beg for

Ache for

Yearn for

I need more

Quiet

I’m an addict to my own downfall

Downtrodden

Downcast

Outlast

My own thoughts

We close our eyes and draw lots

Deal with what we’re dealt

Need and want

Wrong and right

The eternal fight

Out of sight

And quiet

[anxioustyrant]

I refuse to be a conspirator in your misery.

[anxioustyrant]

There is a very special kind of sadness in happiness

[anxioustyrant]

A Warning to the Proud

My hat has bells

My shoes have curls

My mask smiles the face of a Fool

You have gold on your head

And jewels on your hands

Your eyes hold the Pride of a king

But oh, how Pride falls before the Fool

I wonder if you’ll here me

Over my many bells

When I whisper “checkmate”

[anxioustyrant]

I Dream in neon colors

[anxioustyrant]

Insanity:

/In-san-uh-tee/

Noun

A breath of fresh air

[fortunate-nut]

Editing your own work is like listening to your own voice on a recording. You hate it, but for some ungodly reason other people don’t.

[anxioustyrant]

Hahaha

[anxioustyrant]

The State of Things

How beautiful your hypocrisy

How perfect your pretension

[anxioustyrant]

Writer’s Block

Cold and lifeless

Tools of metal and glass

No use

No meaning deeper than definition

Magic locked away in words

That once sang if I asked

[anxioustyrant]

Risk

We walk on razor wire

Hanging high above a cliff face

Barefoot and smiling at the sky

We either fall to the sea below

Or we walk to cloud nine

But we bleed either way

[anxioustyrant]

A knife’s edge

All of us

[tropiyas]

“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

classic texts have nothing on the crazy people come up with in modern times tbh

[cerastes]

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

– Joshua Graham, Who Is A Fallout New Vegas NPC, Something Most People Throwing This Quote Around Don’t Realize

[sparkylurkdragon]

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.”

– Shadow the Hedgehog in what is widely considered one of if not the single worst game in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

[tarradash]

[spookyscaryskeletitties]

this is the source for this text and it haunts me on a regular basis

[onion-souls]

[oblivionsongstress]

“Pick a god and pray.”

-Fredrick from Fire Emblem Awakening

[jedijenkins]

Huh, it’s almost like art isn’t just fine art…

[anxioustyrant]

This set is both the best thing and the single most frustrating thing

[anxioustyrant]

It’s high time for the unexpected

I was the kind of kid who didn’t take orders well. Stubborn to the core and creative to a fault, I was a parent’s worst nightmare. Growing up, I didn’t know what I wanted to be. Mostly because I knew I could be anything.

I think we’ve all heard that at one point. And I think that – like me – most of us know what that “anything” means.

You can be anything (within reason)!

Reach for the sky (but get your diploma first)!

Shoot for the moon (maybe a doctor?)!

My problem? “Anything” was just too damn boring. Police officer? Spaceship captain, please. Lawyer? I would much rather be a wizard.

And I would be. I would soar above the clouds, slay beasts of my own making (dragons were far too mundane). I would make my own board games from pizza boxes. I made my own trading card game from “found” index cards. Reality would bend around me. I could turn the sky neon, get bored, and visit long-lost ancient cities.

Unfortunately, age fastened led boots to my feet. Eighteen. Time for decisions. I had to collect that detestable green paper. I breathed fire, and suddenly I had to pay for water. Magic died with a college application.

I chained myself to an anchor of debt because it’s what you do. I traded space travel for a higher education. I turned my imagination inward: it was the only way to convince myself I that was happy with the road I was on.

How selfish of you! Do you know how many people would give anything to be where you are? Full scholarship? Blessed, clearly. Be grateful.

I had a pet bird when I was eleven. I fed and cared for him. I’m sure he was grateful, but his wings were clipped.

Maybe he didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I do.

Maybe I’m naïve? Maybe I’m a little too adolescent to think I could be one of those eagles you see flying in textbooks. With names like J.R.R. Tolkien, or Harper Lee. Maybe prey like the Pulitzer is just too much for me. But do you know something?

As long as I’m flying, I don’t really give a shit.

[fortunate-nut]

What’s college like?

Freshman year I had a planner and color coded notebooks.

I’m a junior now and I have one coffee stained notebook and a dying pen I found in a target parking lot.