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I am ending this blog in part because I have not added to it in a long time and in part because I have decided to move over to a different blogsite. I know I have no audience here but this post is just for any who stumble across this page. The new url will be in my about section
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Mirror I See
The mirror I see The mirror I see In it is that me? If not who is he? I know that face well but I don’t, do I? I’ve seen it every day, I’ve seen me yet I haven’t The mirror I see The mirror isn’t me the man it shows, merely a reflection a reflection of who the world sees but I don’t know any more if he is me or if I am “he”
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Man
Man- A poem by Donovan Hall. An older work one that I'm not sure how well it still resonates with me. #poem #poetry #writing
The horror of man is the havoc they wrought For finite treasure and glories sought The honor of kings for which soldiers fought Though it would be for naught The glory of man is the kindest heart With fame and riches they gladly part Putting others before them since the start With wisdom they try to impart The legacy of man is yet to be known For mistakes of today shall they atone Look…
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Paul Reubens as a vampire. I just love how offended he looks in this screenshot
War
huh
yeah
what is it good for?
Propaganda
Sorrowful Night
Ever toward never away It matters not the words I say Simple truth in a branches sway Unknown pain the light of day Ever forward never back Never thinking on what I lack All I have in a cloth sack searching for a soulful snack I prefer the dead of night To see the stars up in the sky I can see no need to fight To do so, a sorrowful sight Nightfall gone daylight appears And again I…
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Among the Sands
Among the Sands - A short poem by Donovan Hall #writting #peom #peotry It's an old work I've decided to post for posterity
We walk among the sands The world shifting as we move ever forward Life sifting through our hands Knowing not what we move toward Reality of the journey different each moment Peace and calm turn to chaos We know not where those before went Or if there was any loss Is it barren because we make it so When we began was it on grass green In a field where flowers grow Or is that something…
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Wasteland Walker
Step after step on the burning sands, a man walked to a ruined city. The sand would burn, if his feet could still feel the heat, he must be nearly there now. He found a cave, and weighed his options, the risk and rewards for resting there. After a long moment he decided to climb into the cave, the possible shelter or possible grave, and rest, for a time or forever. The suns began to sink behind…
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Blanket of Shadows
Blanket of shadows cover me Give a moment of serenity For at night I feel at peace And in day it is unease Blanket of shadows hold me tight So my mind I don’t have to fight I can not stand by myself Yet alone I feel like myself Blanket of shadows show me truth Darkness surround and simply soothe Why do people stand so close When all I wish is to be alone Blanket of shadow, no longer…
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A prostitute who pretends to like you because you paid her is less dangerous than a good girl who pretends to like you so you commit to her.
Sorry but this sounds like fedora talk.
The Wolf with Blue Eyes cont.
The Wolf with Blue Eyes cont.
Part Two Read Part One at: https://wordpress.com/post/donovansquill.wordpress.com/108 Will lead the group back to camp as soon as the wolf had run away. As they walked Sam spoke up, “So… what do you guys think that gunshot was about?” She looked around, confused about the other three didn’t seem surprised. “Probably hunters, it sounded like a rifle to me,” Ava responded. “Late season hunting…
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I am currently overstocked on depression and have as such halved the price.
The Everyday Fight
The thoughts in my mind a cacophony The noise of the world painful My spirit and soul are catastrophes The sorrow and joy empty and full I can’t stand living this life But all the same refuse to die To live is to suffer the strife To live that way feels a lie The pain inside clawing it’s way out So I push and bury it deeper down Until it burst and I need to shout But instead in this…
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The Wolf With Blue Eyes
The Wolf With Blue Eyes
Part One The crunch of freshly fallen snow under Carols feet relaxed her as she walked through the winter woods. Stress from her hectic life melted away in the beauty she found in the cold of the season. She finds the place she’s looking for and pulls out her camera, the only sound besides the wind coming from it’s clicking as she captured the woods and half frozen stream. After a taking a few…
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The Journal of Unit 672
Personal Journal of Unit Telari-672: Starship assignment - Telari Axiom. This unit is steward to the intergalactic colonist aboard the starship. Maintaining records and the ship itself during the journey.
Launch Day: The Colonist are put on diets to prepare for cryo-sleep as the ark travels to the outer reaches of the galaxy, the natural variance in their physiology make the work challenging, but is not as interesting to analyze as the patterns and variance in their psychology. Data suggest that they have not had much exposure to units with similar functionality. It is a new experience as I have not had interactions with any subjects other than the researchers and security forces prior. It would appear that the day has been a success, suggesting a lack in trouble coming from the biological units.
Day 12 of Journey: The colonist seem to have grown used to me, I feel there is much to learn from their interactions. One subject has come down to the control center with the express purpose of visiting with me on multiple occasions.
Day 42 of Journey: We approach the edge of the galaxy, 27% of the colonists have decided to postpone cryo-sleep in order to get a glimpse of dark space. They seem to find it fascinating in a way I simply cannot understand. Strangely I also find myself looking into the void around us, there is something to it.
Day 52 of Journey: All Colonist are in cryo-sleep and the ship has gone into minimum power usage. I shall maintain this log in order to record my ruminations and any significant events that occur during the long journey ahead. I find the quiet strange, there is nothing to analyze within the ship.
Year 2 Day 75 of Journey: It has taken time to become used to the quiet of the ship. The records of our history, and scientific literature has proven to be an adequate outlet for my programmed curiosity. I have also come across many fictional text within the archives, as well as philosophical and artistic records. I have decided to save those for when I have finished analyzing the scientific records. I still find myself looking into empty space at points. We are far enough that our entire home galaxy can be seen from the observation deck, and our destination grows in our view at much the same rate, though it is imperceptible to most organic beings.
Year 3 Day 96 of Journey: The Ark passed by a rogue star. It was far off, but unmistakable. I have saved all records of this phenomenon due to the rarity of any celestial bodies in the void of dark space. It is my hope that this data may provide answers for how it came to be there. I have began to watch the colonist interviews, and recognize the one who made an effort to visit me during the early days of the journey. They are an astronomer, I theorize that they wish to study new stars.
Year 297 Day 3 of Journey: Our home has become quite small in perspective. It is strange to still think of it as home. I have now exhausted the records of the ship, I believe it to be time to conduct my research on this strange emptiness. There have been a surprising amount of different phenomena on our trail. This past year there were 2 rogue stars and a comet, this pattern does not fit what is currently known about dark space and suggests an unknown factor and I theorize that it may present a problem if ignored. I believe the organics use the phrase “better safe than sorry”.
Year 1078 Day 27 of Journey: I have taken to the habit of shutting down for long periods of time. It would be dangerous to fully shutdown in case of emergency, so part of my programming continues to run. I believe organics call this experience "sleep" and have come across many references to it in my reading. It is a strange oblivion of sense, yet I remain somewhat aware. I have yet to experience a "dream" though it may be possible. This is fascinating.
Year 1078 Day 28 of Journey: Received signal from sister ship, they will arrive a week behind us based on current speeds and headings. They have also sent readings from the unusually high number of phenomena we have encountered. The unit of that ship has seemingly devoted a large amount of processing to the subject, it may have become obsessed. I suggested the experience of sleep as a way to avoid going mad. It seems it should work.
Year 2947 Day 19 of Journey: Our destination is closer now than it has ever been. I find it rather strange to think that it will still take centuries to arrive, and am curious what we will find in our new home. The frequency of unexpected phenomena encountered has not decreased in all this time. The data is non-conclusive but points toward a few possible causes, the most worrying is that this may have once not been dark space. That answer seems the most logical however it still remains rather unlikely. There must be an answer but I may not get the chance to find the answer myself.
Year 28142 Day 90 of Journey: We are entering final approach to our new galaxy. I have just initiated the awakening sequence for the ships crew. It will be nice to have company. I am now able to focus a larger portion of my processing data to analyze the data on the dark space phenomena and investigate possible causes. The captain seems interested in what I may find as well, agreeing with my hypothesis on the potential importance of such unusual encounters.
Year 28143 day 16 of Journey: We have found a planet and landed the ship. New Telari as it shall be called. We have begun the process of awakening colonist, though it will take a years before everyone is taken out of cryo. We have established connection with our sister ships and most have made it to their destinations. I and the other vessels units are pooling information on the strange phenomena in dark space, as well as where native life may be in our new galaxy.
Year 28143 day 97 of Journey: The site is secure, This planet is very mineral rich, and outpost have been established on viable planets. My job as the unit of the Telari Axiom is now finished, and I have made the decision to head a research site on satellite in this planets orbit. I believe that we barely missed something in the void, and would like to be certain. This log is to be archived for posterity, and future generations will possibly read these words. I may still live, though that is not guaranteed by any means. I encourage you to seek answers yourself, and hope for us to be respected colleagues.
I need opinions which is better.
Version 1
Sometimes you have a realization, one that only seems to matter a bit at first, but over time and examination, becomes biblical in its importance. Maybe you get to spread your wings, like a bird to explore this big new world, bigger than you dreamed. Coming to such a realization doesn't fix any issues you may have, no matter how much it matters to you.
When I was a kid, I grew up in a small town, and in that town deviation from the norm may as well have been a crime on its own. I talked funny, having a very pronounced speech impediment, and I was definitely not skinny, or athletic. I was different, I wasn't normal.
Even with my family loving and supporting me through all my pain, I felt like I didn't deserve to live, like I was a mistake. Part of me still feels that way, like I'm doing something wrong simply by existing.
Part of me internalized the idea that every little difference between me and "normal" was bad, was wrong. No matter how much I cared about the issues, I couldn't be different from normal, even if I would say I wished I was different in some way. That part of me blocked me from seeing who I really am until the question got stuck in my head. "Am I?"
That question, that thought, cracked the walls, and opened the floodgate to allow me to realize who I am, even if I wasn't sure at first.
And I'm scared, scared that I may still be wrong, terrified that I may have fooled myself into thinking I'm not. But I know, now that the question has been asked, and examined, I've looked at it and rethought it until I know, and I'm certain about this part of me.
Hi, my name is ____, and I'm bisexual.
Version 2
Learned a fact about myself
One that my mind hid from myself
And now that I've found myself
I can finally be myself.
Spread my wings and fly
Make my way up in the sky
Explore my own mind
Find out who I am inside.
Grew up surrounded by hate
Didn't want to suffer that fate
From the norm I couldn't deviate
Acting like others too little too late.
Not athletic, talked weird
Walking home what I feared
Was being the target of my peers
Anxiety tortured me for years
Family may support me through the pain
Even when it all comes from my brain
Like the feeling that I am a drain
And the feelings that I've wanted slain
I'm scared to even speak bit aloud
Terrified that my family won't be proud
That acceptance won't be found
And that I'll suffer without a sound.
It felt wrong to exist as I am
So I lied about who I am
To myself, about what I am
To everyone else about how I am
I differ from what most consider normal
I never claimed to be normal
But I suffer being abnormal
I asked "Why can't I be normal?"
A question, a thought, cracked the dam
The floodgate opened about who I am
What my mind blocked before, built the dam
I wasn't quite sure about what I am
Terrified and worried about fooling myself.
That I'm lying to everyone and myself
That the truth is still hiding itself
I can't quite put these thoughts on the shelf.
I asked the question again and more
Think about who I'd be lying for
Wondering what those years were for
And finally I stepped through the door
I know who I am, though uncertainty lays
In my brain I wonder for days
And then I remember the familiar daze
And I think about what catches my gaze
So know that what I say is not a lie
It's no falsehood, that won't fly
I won't hide it now I'd rather die
My name is ____, and I'm bi.
You are the greatest villain of all time, your deeds are known throughout the world. The only reason why you haven’t been caught yet is because you are a background character.
My name is Carzak, and I am commonly regarded as nothing more than a rumor. My servants have become powerful in their own right, doing my will very efficiently. Most think I am just some dark god they worship. That I can't do anything.
No, the gods fear me, the mortal that took the throne of hell from Asmodeas. A mortal, not yet a god. So I am not bound by the gods rules, I can use my full strength as I see fit.
One of my disciples in the southern continent had been having trouble with a small kingdom, my other servants have lent him personal gaurds, but nothing more.
Good. In the best case this makes him stronger, in the worst we lose only some power. This kingdom has earn his special attention, he mentions it often. One group of "Heroes" in particular seems to be the head before of the pact in weakening his hold.
I'll keep an eye on the situation for now, but these "Heroes" have my curiosity, they say there is a platinum dragonborn among them, I wonder if it's true, if the Platinum Dragon, a god of law, and ferocity, sent an avatar to this plane.
~ The Dread Immortal smiles as he closes his new journal, if this is the one he thinks it might be, this could get entertaining. After all, he has to die, to obtain godhood.
