LoboUrufu

[lobourufu]

Hello Ladies, Gentlemen, and Non-Binory friends. Welcome to my Tumblr page. This is where I'll be posting my art, new and old, as well as my stories and poems. Feel free to ask or interact as well. Until then, have a wonderful day.

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[maririari]

gives u a banan

little iffy likes the strange yellow thing. thank u banana pie!!!

[vioorel]

Some disco wash mouth elysium goobling

[lobourufu]

Little Van Ticky was oh so very tricky.

Eating the whole towns bread.

One day, he was so vile, he burned up a pile.

And they forced him down to a grave.

Little Van Ticky, was oh so very tricky.

Now sleeps with his eyes wide awake...

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[lobourufu]

Vampires...

Three days a week, and four hours a day.

That's all it takes to save a life, that's all it takes to breathe for the day.

What's in must come out, and drain the bad from the good.

What's inside is now clean and that's draining is now complete.

My arm sores from the fangs, my body tires each time I visit.

Yet I still must go in, if I wish to keep breathing.

Whose to blame, and whose to accuse?

I cannot answer that for it's but of my own.

It was I who chose to hide this rage and have my blood levels sore to the sky.

It is I who chose a path of power to only be left alone in the dark.

And it is I who chose the destructive mentality that granted me knowledge beyond my understanding, yet at the cost of entering the abyss.

For years have I walked this path of chaos, and for months have I been craving the forbidden entrance of Eden.

For weeks have I been slamming my own head against the concrete outside, and for days have I been watching my own blood flow down beside me.

I chose to bury myself, but now I seek a way out of my grave.

Oh, how I've called out for help, and only received my own echo in return.

This is what it truly feels to be alone. When you gave everything to everyone, but have gotten nothing in return.

Thirty two years of my life have passed, and nothing to be shown that's worth mentioning.

Of course I have my passions and one last mission to complete, but what then?

Will everything get better after the completion?

Or will I be forgotten completely with only my shadow to keep me comfortable?

That's not the future I seek, that's not the road I will take.

I've come this far, but for what?

For those around me to call me their anchor, when in reality, I know they can't stand to be near me.

For all my life I have only known the silence of the playground, when the other children played with friends and strangers.

Whilst I only stood by the side, alone, with false hope that I can be a part of them...

None of that matters now, none of their words of "love" matter.

It's nothing but poison now...

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[lobourufu]

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[catasters]

[thecraftybear]

RIP AND TEAR as a family activity

[littleguysdaily]

[lobourufu]

The Empty Beast..

An emptiness that grows inside can never be satisfied, can never be trusted, and should never be free...

Its lullaby is heard through the silence of the night, it's voice is echoed through the void of the unstable minds, its presence is seen in the nightmares of those who yearn for an end.

It feeds on the fear, it swallows the memories, it follows through the darkness of day.

It ignores the prayers you make for your salvation, it hungers for your demise, and it will always be within you...

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[lobourufu]

Let Me Rest, Oh Please...

What's the point of becoming an anchor, when you're slowly rusting in the sea?

Why should I keep trying, only to see the murders of my dreams?

Where should I even begin, to show the haunting within my eyes?

How can I describe those thoughts, that take over my mind?

How can I ever smile, when I know that it's empty as the shallow mines?

All these thoughts keep racing upon my head. Never letting me go, I can never escape this dread.

For my reason of life is slowly fading in the dust.

The wind blows hard, and sweeps it up, kneeling me upon the unknown.

I've welcomed all into my heart, a mistake I shall never repeat.

For only fools of desperation will open the door, and let in the hive of bees.

Yet here I am once again at the edge of the night, with heavy eyes wide open and the stampede of cries racing in my mind.

Once there was a time, that I can recall with a detailed thought But that was all taken by the void, and forgotten in time as I slowly Rot.

A man of my kind should always know where to belong.

But as I said by my lonesome self, I find it hard to grasp the hand that reaches, as I gave up and accepted this hell.

I always kept and protected what was my own, but no one seems to care for my life, but only if I gave in and out, as I gave them my soul.

Give in, give up, don't go down the path they want!

You're only hurting yourself, wasting away, giving into the land of the Not.

You fool, you self righteous, pathetic waste of Life.

Have you not learned at all from the past that no matter what, no one will care if you're wrong or right?

This feeling of emptiness is nothing new to me at all.

As every night I sleep, and every day I wake, I could only get up, to fall.

What hurts more than knowing that no one can care for one such as me, is to hear a lie that I'm loved, knowing it's an empty dream.

Alas, the night rises again, as the moon is gone for the night.

Daylight comes up as usual, but feels so cold, even with its light...

That voice, it was once so comforting, as if the creatures of the night will fade away.

Now it's only an echo, a reminder of the one who now decades.

I pray for my own rest, not of life, but of death.

Do not feel sorrow for me, for I have accepted my role in life, to be the one who will be forgotten by all, as he made his own grave.

That last task that I must complete, before I face my demise.

Is to see my heart grow, for she is my last pride.

The last one for who I've kept fighting to see grow.

The very last one who took, is leaving my side, killing my hopes.

My last vit of pride and joy that I can say has grown into a knight.

For her I've done all I can, knowing how much of me has been lost.... It's over, I fear, as I have now seen the Truth...

No one will love me, not one will miss me.

For an anchor is replaceable and forgotten, yet they'll never let me be at peace...

I'm tired...

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[lobourufu]

I laid myself to earth and sleep. To God I love, I must not weep. May the night end quick, my strength go high. Within this life, I'll slowly rise.

Amen...

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[lobourufu]

Goodnight, Good Morning, I guess...

Some days are easy, and some days are rough.

My nights aren't calm, they're always tough.

I call through the sounds, in hopes that I'll be heard.

I call fourth as the sun sets, and the moon rests but my heart feels burned.

The clock ticks, as the seconds pass through, and my mind counts to ten, then slowly back to one

I rest my head upon the numerous clouds, hoping to sleep to the empty song that echoes around.

Slowly but surely, I can make it through the day.

But it's one step closer to the moment I'm dead.

Can't it be sooner than later, is what I'm always thinking about.

Why can't I go back to those days that were simple, with roses blooming all around.

For all that's gone and all that's here.

It fills me with emptiness that covers what's clear.

I'm all that's left, from what used to stand so tall.

Nothing but a small howl, echoing from a mighty beast growls.

No matter how I see it though, no matter what the cost

I must go forward as the clock, and never go back for the lost.

For what is it that I am looking for, I surely have lost my ways.

These days I yearn for an answer that was lost, the moment I cried, on that very same day.

Just as the seconds move to the next number on the clock, I must move myself before I become that of the earth forgotten stones and rocks.

None the less, I cry for a good night's sleep.

Only to wake as the sun blinds me, with it's morning, smiling 'please'...

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[lobourufu]

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[lobourufu]

Heart at Sea...

The Roses bleed red, and the violets die in blue.

One day in a year, all the days end in tears.

Not one day will end in joy, nor will I ever find any hopes.

Not one day will fill the void, this empty space in my soul.

Just once I ask, is all I have done.

Just once in my life, I ask to be loved.

All but a dream, is what I come to believe, nothing but a fairytale to believe, something to blind me within the sea.

All hope is not lost, for we all have a soul to find in our lives.

Such a pity they threw at me, such a pathetic life to believe was mine.

A blinded man walked with his head up high.

Not looking down at the cliff that came up on his creeping sights.

Such a pity to live, such an ugly man to be.

Your soul has rotten in the seams, and your heart was taken to bleed.

Just stop on the step that you took.

Don't look forward or back, for it makes you more of a crook.

With a heart of gold, that turned into rust.

And your soul of love that grew mold in the gust.

You bear no rights to live, and no rights to love.

You gained no hopes to smile.

You've left your whole, in a shattered pile.

Far away, into the night, that's where the hope was left when you abandoned your Life...

Far, far away into the void, is where you have abandoned that faith, that faith of your dreams, with a knife...

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[lobourufu]

Dance With Me, Don't Abandon Again...

What is it that you truly fear, Mr. Sorrows?

What is it that you hide behind that smile, Mr. Sorrows?

Who is it that you'll never forgive, Mr. Sorrows?

When is it that you think you'll die, Mr. Sorrows?

These questions linger within my mind, never exiting, never fading into the abyss.

Always in my mind, echoing without an end.

They bounce around in the walls of infinite despair that throws me into a coma of thoughts in the night.

Keeping me from sleeping in the night, and keeping me from staying awake in the day.

An endless battle that I can never end, nor can I ever pause to rest for a second to breathe.

One thought ends, then the other question lingers from the darkness that is called humanity.

Even as I'm told that it's the devil playing tricks on me, or demands from hell to torment my day, I know that it's my true self that calls upon this torment.

Not a day passes which i don't call for the reaper, and not a day passes that I don't fall down towards the end in tears of loss.

Not a day passes in which I call for my end, and not a single dahm day passes where I don't ask to be put down.

My yells are echoes that others laugh at.

My tears are a river that everyone swims in.

My torment is an entertainment that others find enjoyable.

My attempts to an end are nothing but jokes for many to laugh at.

My life is nothing but a play for others to talk about.

I bleed, and shred my own flesh, yet no one comforts my pain.

When I'm called for, I give a shoulder as anyone needs it, yet when I am in need, I'm only given a Cold winters morning.

Could this be the life of a Pierrot, in which the colors of my blood shall be painted in various choices?

If need be, I'll choose to be the last to dream.

Life is what you make of it. Whether or not you can achieve a dream or not, in the end, nothing can escape the cold grasp of the reaper.

You just gotta find some warmth in those cold shoulders...

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[ex0skeletal-undead]

Skeleton by Seweryn vvilczy Jasiński

This artist on Instagram // Facebook

[lobourufu]

Rain...

Long do I wish to dance under the rainbows glow, and how often I'm disappointed with how reality strikes hard.

Long do I thrive to hunt for a leprechaun's gold, and how often I'm struck with realities cruel shards.

Long do I yearn for a hand to hold me down to earth, but find the cold hand of Hate...

And Long do I yearn to lay, and never wake up... Only to wake to the Echoes of those who once held my sanity in tact, and accepting they're never coming back...

Truly, the rain shows your true face, so I'll hide it under an umbrellas embrace...

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[lobourufu]

The Sloppy Kings Greed, and the Mad Men March...

The man is naked, the man is happy, underneath the rain, as the water melts his skin.

He's circling around and round the same steps he skips and tails as he slowly lowers to the ground.

The Food has shortened, the animals have fled. The pestilence has risen, the devil brings his plate to the table as you come close and grab the swine's ear to fill your belly.

Drag your feet down, drag them as you crawl to the plastic kings crooked feet. He needs the eyes around him more than he could've ever had when he was a child.

Drag your flesh up on the ground you threw yourself on, drag your flesh on the glass you threw that bottle at, don't stand until you have fully met your blind destination. The miles won't end nor shall they start, your foolish mind has made you fowl.

Let those eyes redden, let those eyes burn. That flame inside has only begun. Your leader starts to feast as wealth, is what you did.

What will we do next? And what can we do now? One thing is true, and one thing you should know, we have fists and strength to bare, should anyone show you their arms and strength.

Don't back down when that greedy slob laughs over you, and his carcass' people threatens to silence your soul. No one is taller or shorter, no one can live longer or more. In thehe madness and broomsticks that are thrown over the walls and shoved into you, don't back down from the fight that's coming.

They want your leg, you kick them hard. They want your arm, you throw a punch. they want your blood, you give them sand. They want obedience, you bare your fangs.

The time of silence has ended with the rise of hatred.

It all takes one step to start the march. And it takes one soul to set off an alarm. It only takes a few years to fix what was destroyed, but it takes only one second to take it all away. All your life you've done what you were told, all your life you've done all what was supposed to be the rules.

Throw the chains back to their plastic god they worship in the cardboard church they made from glue and paper.

Tear down the gold painted pieces of art made from led.

The time of silence has ended, and the time of defense has come, not even the innocent of souls will hide from the disasters of the fourth rider with the pale horse, and the emotionless expression...

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