Killersteele's Thinking Corner/WailingWall

Im just a guy who thinks, and whines bout myself to get rid of some stress lol

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Truthfully

Truthfully I still think sonic is cool, i love his punky attitude and actually am 100% more likely to buy something that just shows sonic

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Are We Free

food for thought, any human being can do something so radically outside of "their norm" at any given moment, slap someone, beat them, kill, steal, anything terrible or good depending at any moment it realy is your choice to just...give into it all, to destroy your self made image, in on motion is all it would take, a lifetime of built up ideas, all compressed into one singular being, broken by one stroke, one hit, or even one word, and yet, would you be doing wrong? would you really not be you? you thought of the action, so therefore, are we us, or is us a lie, a fabrication built on societal norms, used to compress us into a servitude, and into a docile existence, when in reality, it is so very easy to kill someone, and would you really be "snapping" ?? would it really be that crazy to kill someone who hurt you? to do such terrible things, i cant say it is, because in the end, you are simply obeying your thoughts, obeying yourself, being a slave to an ideal no more and being truly free unto your own mind, although, personally, i think thats a trap unto itself, can you really say your free from such binding things, as society, when the only real reason a lot of people think of things like slapping an annoying person, is because the darker part of society has taught us pain, physical attacks are considered unacceptable and therefore we only think of doing them because, we believe it will cause a shock, a reaction bringing others to not mess with you ever again, killing someone for a point, so in the end, are we ever really free to be ourselves? or are we just, a formation of ideas and possibilities fucked into one person

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Imagination

Every time i fucking listen to music i get in this happy lil world where the few people i could call friends, are in a room with a table and couches,and were drinking and im dancing to the music and making them laugh by bein goofy, and usually i fuckin enjoy this shit, but sometimes, ill open my eyesin the middle of the music and remember im all fuckin alone and it hurts, that i have this world where i have people and ik i have some people who i can call friends but why i cant i just have em with me once in awhile just sitting, talking, dancing for em and making em laugh cuz im dumb, instead im sitting here paranoid as hell, thinking all their kindness is fake and it eats me alive, the interest i get from them is just a big joke in my paranoid head, one day someones gonna pull me aside out of pity and tell me the truth and ill just break down, laughing, cuz i knew it all along...i hope its all in my head, i hope its just false, and i hope i never have to deal with that pain cuz my friends always leave, but i never want to be part of some big elaborate joke like that....

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Tapping

Tapping on my weathered grave I felt the wind lash at face One of the many I couldn't save my own life was crushed by the mace Impatient I am to move on from this life However the psiren's song cuts in like a knife My regrets I feel unchained Bring only the memories that pained Fleeing the vile feelings I rushed past my stone Crying the simple urges out of my bones Death took me like a whirlwind in spring Unfeathered and heartless like the evil in my mind Taken from life, by the memories I refused to resign.

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Blissful Burning

He laid upon the floor of his house unable to move, feeling broken, sluggish, and cold despite the heat. Breath ragged, heaving all his energy to his eyelids and lungs, just enough to stay alive, to see and breath, but as the fire of the house burned ever brighter, ever hotter, he found that breathing, was getting much harder. Singing his lungs, the air tasted of asbestos filled shingles, and chemically treated wood. He found it hard, but he laughed, if he were to survive, he'd probably be poisoned, funny. If he survived, he'd have a lot to do, so many things to sue, the wood company for giving his poisoned lungs, maybe a cancer claim to asbestos, and of course, the stove company for the faulty ignition and gas system, that started this hellblazing fire. Yes, he would be very busy, just like he was right now, trying so hard to not close his eyes, the smoke burning them, stinging like a thousand needles, blazing hot, bursting his eyes. However, that was very difficult, and he thought, perhaps, that maybe it'd be better, to just let it all go, and sleep. It didn't hurt anymore, the crushed ribs, and legs, from the ceiling collapsing as he tried to get out of his house, the door, feet away. Ahhh the sound of sirens, how comforting. Perhaps...A short...Nap. Those footsteps...Too...Late.

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Deaths Rattle

Dark Robes of pitch, smoldering and whipping in the air, like smoke hitting my with cold air from the abyss of eternity, suffering alone the rattle of her bones, marching upon my current home a home to be a grave, to be a final resting for the depraved

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Fall

Fall my body, to your rest, sleep now finally, in furry nest, Fall to dark, may you sigh, relief you find, in sleeps eye.

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Dreams

Dream after dream, Breaking me at the Seam Lie after lie, making me feel so high Torturing little days, as my conscious mind frays knowing ill wake up to ash, and have my anger lash my mind is torn, since i was born Having these dreams, with fake smiles gleams I feel it all just tumble away, not a sorrow of remorse you have, for making me dream all day, Life, stop making me yearn, for that i cannnot earn.

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Self indulge

i am driven crazy by my own delusions are they delusions?? are they truths i dont know anymore im being driven closer and closer to the edge of insanity and i just cant believe i am stuck to my self like this anymore i feel the pain of it all and the wieght of it closing in on me and i feel it just crushing my lungs destroying the fabric of my realities till im not sure what is truths and what is my lies, did i lie? did i say anything that i wasn't supposed to?? i dont know anymore. this is all just my head and driving me more and more insane, i want to repeat, repeat, repeat, and lie with this typing it gets harder and harder every time till im done with it and i just want to cry, why do i do this to myself why do i hold on to things that only cause me pain do i enjoy the misery? do i love the cryinga nd the tears , i dont know anymore i sit and i listen to my thoughts and it drives me fucking crazy, it sso loud, then soft, when i want to hear i cant, when i want to focus it screams I AM MY OWN ENEMY.

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Degraded lies

self degradation brought to self decimation destroyed we be by ourselves yet we walk on and on to our little paths, laughing at our own little lives as we make excuse after excuse to cover up the self harm we cause our lives and how we destroy all the beauty in our eyes for we destroy our dreams fo the sake of others twisted sense of "reality" but this is a falsified concept brought on by our own delusions, telling ourselves things are so simple or so complicated, not seeing the truth but only seeing our own illusions. We refuse to move forward and stick still in the mud of our corruptions, our fallacies, we spew forth words with no worth, and yet do things that speak to the skies, yet we hold ourselves down to our words. Promises get broken by people who find no value in anything yet we will bend the same person to hold to their word when it fits us despite our past betrayls. Hipocracy, delusional righteousness caused by a lie that we are better than the common man, we find their faults and weaknesses, destroy them with them, and then expect others to believe we walk on water. Self Degradation caused by self decimation, by the fact that the human self, now believes, that we are our own gods, and follow only our own creeds.

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Forever we dance

Waves of tomorrow, ebbs to the coast of the past back and forth in a unforgiving dance is life a million days to my last but only one if brought to the knife hell can only be described as a personal peace brought on by demented twists of self satisfaction loved by your own and hated by your self wanton destruction caused by your own foolish dedications forever you march in your petty little circle you will once again wade into the rivers of eternity

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Moonlight Carol

we dance and sing and twirl around through this silly darkened town and feel upon the moons loving gaze, run and ragged we be told "oh silly child you can be bold" but we keep on the niiiight, when the dancing is all but done we must and start and begin to run with the moons guiding raise, the moon is full and high we run and laugh too the sky for its what we all known to loove, kids and kind we need not be for we have eternity with moons loving gaze. the night grows light the sun will rise we must run or meet demise for the sun will lie, this is it the day has come this is the end to all our fun i guess its time to sleep.

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Past ghost

Shaking and shivering quivering with the delivering you come to me like a ghost dead it feels how i miss you most awave of relief to the throes of anxiety my feelings like this are full and mighty i sit here wanting mor etruth yet i sit here in this silent booth

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The Epithet of the Arya Ariya

This epithet of description Brings me much elation A fixation for satiation my mind finds you a fascination You are the arya ariya a noble woman indeed A beauty of course I must concede A feeling or two falls from my mind as I must say these words were hard to find A poem for you is all I wanted to do A little bit of words that I find so true You may disagree with me but I disagree with you For I have finally made something with these words so new An exquisite woman I find you to be A charming person you are to me A bit a bit cracked you must act to see The world in different colors as the ones that fill you with glee Naught a knot upon my head from all these pages I have read To find these words to be said A thousand thoughts upon my mind you deliver But to what I can give you is but a sliver With your eyes you put my cheeks in a fever feelings of adoration sprout from my heart For thinking about you as you are a piece of art My knowledge of you doth indeed be poor Because opening you up is like a metal door You whom alienates all who can't soar I am no animal of the woods Nor a creature of the sea The lands the air and the mountains, are all nature to me To you it is a desire to be free IM glad you share this opinion with me The way your mind works is like the wind Soaring around with whimsical end I am much more timid than I appear For writing these words is a scary fear That you will find these all stupid and read with a leer You are a dazzling razzing of fireworks to me I must again say you are appealing woman indeed delightful is your mind, face, and your charm Fascinating are the thought upon your head, cute is the sounds you make, when you want to pound my head A idiot I am and weird I shall be But that's just cuz there's a scared guy who is terrified of what you may see.

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Burnt House

I feel heavy, and blunted since you left my mind burnt to a crisp, memories ashes I sift look what i found, a piece not so hurt bloodied and torn, but only a lil burnt i am not yet free, but i feel the smoke going out the open windows i left, from all the words we use to spout you opened me up like a can, letting my emotions free you gave me the rainbow, a better life to see now here i sit in this burnt up room, you left me in the fire, my life passed by in a zoom I crawled on this burnt floor, through the fires that you made my skin chapped and scarred, inside me betrayl raged i seek no revenge from your soft perfect face, but never see me again for those eyes, will make me fall in love once more, through eternity evermore.

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Fallen

a tree once fell, can not be moved alone to fix this, you can not be by yourself when it breaks, let the tree be move around the tree, let it die upon it self you are the tree this is my land i must be myself and let it die, so that i can be happy with my flowers.