The Monster In Your Closet

[therealkorb]

Our Very Own Fairy

It’s been 5 years already since that fateful day,

Since the moment you got your wings and you flew away,

I’ll never forget the last time that I saw you,

Standing there thinking that this couldn’t be true,

Forever 4 and yet older each year,

Even after all this time, I can’t believe you’re not here,

One of the hardest of these that I ever will write,

So I set my mind to it, to do this tonight,

I pushed down my feelings, I had to be strong,

I pushed them down deep though I knew it was wrong,

I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye,

But you had to go anyway, I still don’t know why,

You were a beautiful soul, so innocent and sweet,

A fairy, superhero, cowgirl with your boots on your feet,

I shut you out because the memories are too hard,

But the time has come to turn over the next card,

I know that you’re up there looking down on us all,

Picking us up every time that we fall,

More years will pass and I’ll miss you still,

So many people love you and Uncle Dan always will.

[therealkorb]

The Warriors of The Endless Night

Life has so many twists, it’s not all black and white,

Would you spare a thought for those in, The Endless Night?

The dark bleeds in until there is nothing more,

Light is gone and visibility is poor,

Each step forward carries a weight,

A heaviness that drags and fills them with hate,

This hate warps the mind turns them within,

Then they turn on themselves and the torture begins,

Still they push on, searching for light,

That something inside, a reason to fight,

A child, a mother, a partner or friend,

Some lose the war and too soon meet their end,

The dark getting thicker, it claws out their breath,

The only escape they can see is the finality in death.

Some make it out, and back to the light,

To a world filled with love, and colours so bright,

Forever the knowledge from where they have come,

Who they have been, and what they’ve become,

A warrior born from the depths of the soul,

They struggle and scuffle to earn this new role,

They will fight for their brothers and sisters again,

And again, and again through the worst of the pain,

Their will to survive, and to love and to fight,

They always return to save others from, The Endless Night.

[therealkorb]

The Darkness

 The darkness comes and then it goes,

Like the tide, it ebbs and flows,

The thoughts like driftwood washing up on the shore,

With each wave, there appear ever more,

The few to wash away leaving yet more behind,

In this tumultuous place that I call my mind.

The storm rages on, Lightning flash and thunder roll,

The wind whips up, a violent squall,

It carries a sound, a piercing scream from afar,

Another blood soaked blade leaving one more scar,

A shining light burns through the storm,

White hot and bright, it slowly takes form,

I shy away to keep it free,

To protect the thing that comes to me,

I run and run to get away,

This figure shines brighter and mimics the day,

It cuts through the dark little by little,

My resolve waivers as the darkness turns brittle,

It shatters and falls,

The figure calls,

The voices of loved ones sent from the heart,

To break up the dark and let the mind restart,

The darkness goes and then it comes,

This time I’ll fight, so bang the drums.

My friends by my side, wherever they are,

They all have my back, both near…. And far.

[berrybird-blog1]

Helpful things for action writers to remember

Sticking a landing will royally fuck up your joints and possibly shatter your ankles, depending on how high you’re jumping/falling from. There’s a very good reason free-runners dive and roll. 

Hand-to-hand fights usually only last a matter of seconds, sometimes a few minutes. It’s exhausting work and unless you have a lot of training and history with hand-to-hand combat, you’re going to tire out really fast. 

Arrows are very effective and you can’t just yank them out without doing a lot of damage. Most of the time the head of the arrow will break off inside the body if you try pulling it out, and arrows are built to pierce deep. An arrow wound demands medical attention. 

Throwing your opponent across the room is really not all that smart. You’re giving them the chance to get up and run away. Unless you’re trying to put distance between you so you can shoot them or something, don’t throw them. 

Everyone has something called a “flinch response” when they fight. This is pretty much the brain’s way of telling you “get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna die.” Experienced fighters have trained to suppress this. Think about how long your character has been fighting. A character in a fist fight for the first time is going to take a few hits before their survival instinct kicks in and they start hitting back. A character in a fist fight for the eighth time that week is going to respond a little differently. 

ADRENALINE WORKS AGAINST YOU WHEN YOU FIGHT. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of times people think that adrenaline will kick in and give you some badass fighting skills, but it’s actually the opposite. Adrenaline is what tires you out in a battle and it also affects the fighter’s efficacy - meaning it makes them shaky and inaccurate, and overall they lose about 60% of their fighting skill because their brain is focusing on not dying. Adrenaline keeps you alive, it doesn’t give you the skill to pull off a perfect roundhouse kick to the opponent’s face. 

Swords WILL bend or break if you hit something hard enough. They also dull easily and take a lot of maintenance. In reality, someone who fights with a sword would have to have to repair or replace it constantly.

Fights get messy. There’s blood and sweat everywhere, and that will make it hard to hold your weapon or get a good grip on someone. 

A serious battle also smells horrible. There’s lots of sweat, but also the smell of urine and feces. After someone dies, their bowels and bladder empty. There might also be some questionable things on the ground which can be very psychologically traumatizing. Remember to think about all of the character’s senses when they’re in a fight. Everything WILL affect them in some way. 

If your sword is sharpened down to a fine edge, the rest of the blade can’t go through the cut you make. You’ll just end up putting a tiny, shallow scratch in the surface of whatever you strike, and you could probably break your sword. 

ARCHERS ARE STRONG TOO. Have you ever drawn a bow? It takes a lot of strength, especially when you’re shooting a bow with a higher draw weight. Draw weight basically means “the amount of force you have to use to pull this sucker back enough to fire it.” To give you an idea of how that works, here’s a helpful link to tell you about finding bow sizes and draw weights for your characters.  (CLICK ME)

If an archer has to use a bow they’re not used to, it will probably throw them off a little until they’ve done a few practice shots with it and figured out its draw weight and stability. 

People bleed. If they get punched in the face, they’ll probably get a bloody nose. If they get stabbed or cut somehow, they’ll bleed accordingly. And if they’ve been fighting for a while, they’ve got a LOT of blood rushing around to provide them with oxygen. They’re going to bleed a lot. 

Here’s a link to a chart to show you how much blood a person can lose without dying. (CLICK ME) 

If you want a more in-depth medical chart, try this one. (CLICK ME)

Hopefully this helps someone out there. If you reblog, feel free to add more tips for writers or correct anything I’ve gotten wrong here. 

[ave-aria]

How to apply Writing techniques for action scenes:

- Short sentences. Choppy. One action, then another. When there’s a lull in the fight, take a moment, using longer phrases to analyze the situation–then dive back in. Snap, snap, snap. - Same thing with words - short, simple, and strong in the thick of battle. Save the longer syllables for elsewhere. - Characters do not dwell on things when they are in the heat of the moment. They will get punched in the face. Focus on actions, not thoughts. - Go back and cut out as many adverbs as possible. - No seriously, if there’s ever a time to use the strongest verbs in your vocabulary - Bellow, thrash, heave, shriek, snarl, splinter, bolt, hurtle, crumble, shatter, charge, raze - it’s now. - Don’t forget your other senses. People might not even be sure what they saw during a fight, but they always know how they felt. - Taste: Dry mouth, salt from sweat, copper tang from blood, etc - Smell: OP nailed it - Touch: Headache, sore muscles, tense muscles, exhaustion, blood pounding. Bruised knuckles/bowstring fingers. Injuries that ache and pulse, sting and flare white hot with pain. - Pain will stay with a character. Even if it’s minor. - Sound and sight might blur or sharpen depending on the character and their experience/exhaustion. Colors and quick movements will catch the eye. Loud sounds or noises from behind may serve as a fighter’s only alert before an attack. - If something unexpected happens, shifting the character’s whole attention to that thing will shift the Audience’s attention, too. - Aftermath. This is where the details resurface, the characters pick up things they cast aside during the fight, both literally and metaphorically. Fights are chaotic, fast paced, and self-centered. Characters know only their self, their goals, what’s in their way, and the quickest way around those threats. The aftermath is when people can regain their emotions, their relationships, their rationality/introspection, and anything else they couldn’t afford to think or feel while their lives were on the line.

Do everything you can to keep the fight here and now. Maximize the physical, minimize the theoretical. Keep things immediate - no theories or what ifs.

If writing a strategist, who needs to think ahead, try this: keep strategy to before-and-after fights. Lay out plans in calm periods, try to guess what enemies are thinking or what they will do. During combat, however, the character should think about his options, enemies, and terrain in immediate terms; that is, in shapes and direction. (Large enemy rushing me; dive left, circle around / Scaffolding on fire, pool below me / two foes helping each other, separate them.)

Lastly, after writing, read it aloud. Anyplace your tongue catches up on a fast moving scene, edit. Smooth action scenes rarely come on the first try.

[uccelletto-di-kokuyo]

More for martial arts or hand-to-hand in general

What a character’s wearing will affect how they fight.  The more restricting the clothes, the harder it will be.  If they’re wearing a skirt that is loose enough to fight in, modesty will be lost in a life or death situation.

Jewelry can also be very bad.  Necklaces can be grabbed onto.  Bracelets also can be grabbed onto or inhibit movement.  Rings it can depend on the person.

Shoes also matter.  Tennis shoes are good and solid, but if you’re unused to them there’s a chance of accidentally hurting your ankle.  High heels can definitely be a problem.  However, they can also make very good weapons, especially for someone used to balancing on the balls of their feet.  Side kicks and thrusting kicks in soft areas (like the solar plexus) or the feet are good ideas.  They can also (hopefully) be taken off quickly and used as a hand weapon.  Combat boots are great but if someone relies more on speed or aren’t used to them, they can weigh a person down.  Cowboy boots can be surprisingly good.  Spin kicks (if a character is quick enough to use them) are especially nasty in these shoes.

If a character is going to fight barefoot, please keep location in mind.  Concrete can mess up your feet quick.  Lawns, yards, etc often have hidden holes and other obstacles that can mess up a fighter.  Tile floors or waxed wood can be very slippery if you’re not careful or used to them.

Likewise, if it’s outside be aware of how weather will affect the fight.  The sun’s glare can really impede a fighter’s sight.  A wet location, inside or outside, can cause a fighter to slip and fall.  Sweat on the body can cause a fighter to lose a grip on an opponent too.

Pressure points for a trained fighter are great places to aim for in a fight.  The solar plexus is another great place to aim for.  It will knock the wind out of anyone and immediately weaken your opponent. 

It your character is hit in the solar plexus and isn’t trained, they’re going down.  The first time you get hit there you are out of breath and most people double over in confusion and pain.  If a fighter is more used to it, they will stand tall and expand themselves in order to get some breath.  They will likely keep fighting, but until their breath returns to normal, they will be considerably weaker.

Do not be afraid to have your character use obstacles in their environment.  Pillars, boxes, bookshelves, doors, etc.  They put distance between you and an opponent which can allow you to catch your breath. 

Do not be afraid to have your character use objects in their environment.  Someone’s coming at you with a spear, trident, etc, then pick up a chair and get it caught in the legs or use it as a shield.  Bedsheets can make a good distraction and tangle someone up.  Someone’s invading your home and you need to defend yourself?  Throw a lamp.  Anything can be turned into a weapon.

Guns often miss their targets at longer distances, even by those who have trained heavily with them.  They can also be easier to disarm as they only shoot in one direction.  However, depending on the type, grabbing onto the top is a very very bad idea.  There is a good likelihood you WILL get hurt.

Knives are nasty weapons by someone who knows what they’re doing.  Good fighters never hold a knife the way you would when cutting food.  It is best used when held against the forearm.  In defense, this makes a block more effective and in offense, slashing movement from any direction are going to be bad.  If a character is in a fight with a knife or trying to disarm one, they will get hurt. 

Soft areas hit with hard body parts.  Hard areas hit with soft body parts.  The neck, stomach, and other soft areas are best hit with punches, side kicks, elbows, and other hard body parts.  Head and other hard parts are best hit using a knife hand, palm strike, etc.  Spin kicks will be nasty regardless of what you’re aiming for it they land.

Common misconception with round house kicks is that you’re hitting with the top of the foot.  You’re hitting with the ball.  You’re likely to break your foot when hitting with the top.

When punching, the thumb is outside of the fist.  You’ll break something if you’re hitting with the thumb inside, which a lot of inexperienced fighters do. 

Also, punching the face or jaw can hurt. 

It can be hard to grab a punch if you’re not experienced with it despite how easy movies make it seem.  It’s best to dodge or redirect it.

Hitting to the head is not always the best idea.  It can take a bit of training to be able to reach for the head with a kick because of the height.  Flexibility is very much needed.  If there are problems with their hips or they just aren’t very flexible, kicks to the head aren’t happening.

Jump kicks are a good way to hit the head, but an opponent will see it coming if it’s too slow or they are fast/experienced.

A good kick can throw an opponent back or knock them to the ground.  If the person you’ve hit has experience though, they’ll immediately be getting up again.

Even if they’ve trained for years in a martial art, if they haven’t actually hit anything before or gotten hit, it will be slightly stunning for the person.  It does not feel the way you expect it too.

Those yells in martial arts are not just for show.  If done right, they tighten your core making it easier to take a hit in that area.  Also, they can be used to intimidate an opponent.  Yelling or screaming right by their ear can startle someone.  (Generally, KHR fans look at Squalo for yelling)

Biting can also be used if someone’s grabbing you.  Spitting in someone’s eyes can’t hurt.  Also, in a chokehold or if someone is trying to grab your neck in general, PUT YOU CHIN DOWN.  This cuts off access and if they’re grabbing in the front can dig into their hand and hurt.

Wrist grabs and other grabs can be good.  Especially if it’s the first move an opponent makes and the character is trained, there are simple ways to counter that will have a person on their knees in seconds..

Use what your character has to their advantage.  If they’re smaller or have less mass, then they’ll be relying on speed, intelligence, evasion, and other similar tactics.  Larger opponents will be able to take hits better, they’re hits may be slower depending on who it is but will hurt like hell if they land, and size can be intimidating.   Taller people with longer legs will want to rely on kicking and keeping their distance since they have the advantage there.  Shorter people will want to keep the distance closer where it’s easier for them but harder for a taller opponent.  Punching is a good idea.

Using a person’s momentum against them is great.  There’s martial arts that revolve around this whole concept.  They throw a punch?  Grab it and pull them forward and around.  Their momentum will keep them going and knock them off balance. 

Leverage can used in the same way.  If used right, you can flip a person, dislocate a shoulder, throw out a knee, etc.

One note on adrenaline:  All that was said above is true about it.  But, in a fight, it can also make you more aware of what’s going on.  A fight that lasts twenty seconds can feel like a minute because time seems to almost slow down while moving extremely rapidly.  You only have so much time to think about what you’re doing.  You’re taking in information constantly and trying to adjust.  Even in the slow down adrenaline gives you, everything is moving very rapidly. 

Feelings will be your downfall even more so than adrenaline.  Adrenaline can make those feelings more intense, but a good fighter has learned not to listen to those feelings.  A good fighter may feel anger at being knocked down or in some way humiliated - their pride taken down.  Yet they will not act on the anger.  Acting on it makes a fighter more instinctive and many will charge without thinking.  Losing control of anything (adrenaline rush, emotions, technique, etc) can be a terrible thing in a fight.

Just thought I’d add in here.

[bamonnineties]

YES. YES.

[stylincheetah]

Such good writing tips! @myebi

[juliawritesbooks]

@jmlascar you’ve probably seen this already, but in case you haven’t, it’s got some good info on fight scenes :)

[swords-and-scribes]

Pretty important for the scenes I’m focusing on right now. Thanks for the writing tips!!

[blackwatergold-deactivated20181]

This has crossed my dash before, but I forgot to reblog it.

[m--ood-deactivated20181217]

Magical encounter while free falling.

[therealkorb]

This would be the most amazing feeling.

[glumshoe]

think twice before committing double homicide

[therealkorb]

But if you think twice before, do both homicides not become premeditated?

Think once and claim insanity on the second is my suggestion.

[galahadwilder]

A sudden, terrifying thought

When you see an animal with its eyes set to the front, like wolves, or humans, that’s usually a predator animal.

If you see an animal with its eyes set farther back, though—to the side—that animal is prey.

Now look at this dragon.

See those eyes?

They’re to the SIDE.

This raises an interesting—and terrifying—question.

What in the name of Lovecraft led evolution to consider DRAGONS…

As PREY?

[dorito-and-pinetree]

I know this isn’t part of my blogs theme but like this is interesting

[haiku-robot]

i know this isn’t part of my blogs theme but like this is interesting

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[sicut-anima]

What species hunts dragons for sport?

What species glorifies the slaughter of dragons as the sport of kings?

What species are you?

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Holy shit.

[unbfacts]

An SR-71 Blackbird once flew from LA to Washington DC in 64 minutes. Average speed of the flight: 2145mph.

[libertarian--princess-deactivat]

“There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the “ Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.” Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.”

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A. came back with, “Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work.

We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.”

-Brian Schul, Sled Driver: Flying The World’s Fastest Jet

[fuck-planets-official-deactivat]

Always reblog passive-aggressive Blackbird speed check

[therealkorb]

Goodbye to a Friend

Sometimes the hardest thing to say is goodbye, The time we spent together was never going to be enough, Be at peace with the mark you have left, For though it is not seen now, it will be felt, For the rest of the years you will live in our minds, Our hearts will grow stronger through the bond, You were like an angel sent to protect, Your job is completed, you are returning home, Back to the heavens from whence you came, Everyone was met with a smile and a gift, It did not matter who they were, First time or long time, all were friends in your eyes, The best times will be remembered, The good with a smile, The bad will be a joke, There will be tears, smiles, a laugh here and then, Finally there is only, Goodbye my friend.

[therealkorb]

Fear

Fear grips us all, At one time or another, A brother, Or sister, Or father, Or mother, Your reaction is right, Whether to flee or to fight, There will always be one who can hold you at night, To say it’s ok and be there when you need, You are strong, but forever is long, So let down your guard, Every once in a while, Let the tears flow but remember to smile, It won’t last too long, You don’t have to be strong, All of the time, Giving in to your fears is not a big crime.

    (Being scared is normal at some point in everyone’s lives. So instead of worrying about how you can stop being scared. Embrace your feelings and know that just because in one situation you are not the rock for everyone else. Someone else is there to be YOUR rock. Because everyone reacts differently to everything, ONE DAY, EACH OF US IS GOING TO BE THE ROCK, AND EACH OF US IS GOING TO NEED THE ROCK. So to finish here I would just like to say, TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER BEEN MY ROCK, AND EVERYONE WHO ONE DAY WILL BE. THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART………)

[therealkorb]

The Bigger Man

We try so hard and for so many years, To deal with the anger and depression’s tears, So many sleepless nights, Drunken and Drugged up days, Trying to hide from all that is within, Trying to be something you’re not, And keeping yourself from what you could become, It’s time to grow up, To live for yourself, Who holds the blame, For for what has been, It’s not me, I’m The Bigger Man, I tell you straight up how to deal, With these things however you can, You don’t want my help, It’s all back on you, Because, I’m the Bigger Man, We learn to deal with it all in our own way, But our own way doesn’t work, We seek help from friends, It’s the same every time, We look to our families, But we tell them we’re fine, It’s time to grow up, Stop getting so down, Your childhood is gone, You can’t get it back, No matter how you try, You were stripped of your chance when you had it, So grow up, It’s time to become the Bigger Man, It’s time to help, The ones who can’t help themselves, The ones who can, Are just those who couldn’t before, The Bigger Man, The Bigger Man used to be YOU! The Bigger Man used to be THEM! The Bigger Man used to be ME! We are all the Bigger Man……………………………………

[therealkorb]

Love

Love unconditionally, without fear, A mother's hug, a father's advice, A partners whisper in your ear at night, No words can describe why you feel how you do, So let actions talk if your mouth fails to, Hard times come and try to destroy, the things that you work so diligently to build, Then good things happen, And your heart is re-filled, With the warmth you felt when you started this journey, You continue to strive and your mind becomes weary, But when the time comes and you start a family, The gleam in your eyes and the feelings inside, As you look at where you started and where you have reached, You've exceeded expectations, A house and a family, A career and you've made millions, A dog or a cat, or even some children, Your dreams are achieved with the greatest success, And you realise it was all worth it in the end, You couldn't be the man or woman you are, If you hadn't gone through what you have so far, Even if you are not there yet, It's still coming, you just need to wait, You know in yourself that these words are true, And the ones you LOVE will always support you.

[therealkorb]

Exposed

Darkness,

Wind screaming through the night,

Whipping, Tearing, Howling,

Silence,

A scream, A heartfelt sob,

Blind rage turns her mind,

She wants him to know the pain,

A knife, glinting in the moonlight,

He turns, A look of terror on his face,

Knowing his time has come,

She lunges, Her hands, Red,

Blood on her clothes,

She looks down and is met by a blank stare,

Death everywhere,

Remorse,

More pain, Need to stop it,

Cold steel edging nearer, Touching skin,

No more, Must forget,

She laughs,

Hysterical, Painful, Mournful,

It is done.

Sunrise,

Blood, Red, Horror,

She runs, Slipping in the blood,

Falling,

Crash,

She escapes and falls into a quivering heap,

They come,

Lights flashing, Sirens wailing,

They come,

It is over, She cries, Tears falling…

End………

[therealkorb]

Save Me!

The world is dark and I cannot see, I need someone to rescue me, No-one knows where I am, Or who I am, I do not exist, Anywhere, Anytime, I am not a part of your reality, I am my own, No-one owns me, Or can tell me how to live, Blind and unseeing, Removed from light and love, Falling forever into a bleak oblivion, Nothing to touch, Unable to find my way, Somebody help me, I scream, But no words erupt from my mouth, Just mindless nothings, Mouthing phrases and soundlessly challenging the hypocracy of modern society, Save me, From the worthless life that i have been reduced to, Save me, Save me now, Before it’s too late, SAVE ME!

[therealkorb]

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Everywhere I look, All I see is black, Everyone I knew stabbed me in the back, No one cares if I’m here or not, I should go, be forgotten, till my body rots, In the ground, hiding in a box, Away from prying eyes, My Life, Too many locks, Nowhere the keys, help me unearth myself, I don’t enjoy this solitude, or this constant darkness, This I have done to myself, My life is now my living hell.

[therealkorb]

Smoker's Story

I lie here bleeding, dieing, grieving, For the love i’ve never had, No one there when i needed them the most, No pretty girl of whose affections I could boast, I lie unmoving, waiting, brooding, Wishing she was there, Loving her, wanting her, needing her forever, And while I die, does she come? No way, never,

Laying here in hospital beds unbreathing, I had thought one more wouldn’t hurt, But now I’m on my back under the dirt, Let’s rewind back to the start, Before the beginning, After the end, I’ll tell you of years in the letters I send, So you don’t wind up like me, Because I started so young, At the age of nine, who would have guessed, This pain of mine, not me, not you, not anyone,

To begin with it was just so much fun, But I was hooked just another fish, For those companies who make a living, Of ruining peoples lives, their bait so enticing, Like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, It was such a thrill to taste that nectar, Just because it wasn’t mine, I wasn’t allowed, Yet I did anyway, I broke the rules, Set for my protection, So expelled was I, From all social meets, Never to find, she who, makes me complete,

For who would love me, Whose breath is black and filled with dread, I won’t be here long, because my head, Will soon be the home for maggots and worms in the ground, So why love something that will be gone so soon? A feeling which will too quickly turn to mourning, One day when you wake I will be there no more, Why would anyone put themselves through this pain,

I don’t expect love and I don’t want to be hated, This which was my choice, is now my curse, I can’t stop, it’s just too hard, and to take it away, Would only serve to make me want it more,

I am now unbleeding, dead, ungrieving, I don’t cry, so why should you, It was fun while it lasted, but now I’m through, My life, over before it began, Free will just proves the stupidity of man, It is said that we learn from our mistakes, If only I could’ve learned first, before the mistake,

I could still feel, these feelings for you that I feel, These feelings so real, This love so true, But this life, I can’t put you through, I’ll do this alone, All on my own, No love, No life, These are my words, from me to you, Don’t start something if you can’t finish, Please hearken to my final wish.

[therealkorb]

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I just want to die, Why can’t you leave me be? Let me reach so high, So I can fly free, Free of all this shit, I have to be me, Bury me in a pit, Then no more shall I scream.