Poetrydice.
*“And though this passage might vanish in the light of day,*
*I hope you get enlightened when darkness comes to play.”*
***- Marcmire, The journey of the dice.***
***I. Sands of time***
Suddenly, I woke up seeing the **pyramids.**
Under the scorching sun with no one in the midst,
While the heat embraces my fair skin,
And the sands dance at the wind’s hymn,
On top, the heavens beckon me to go,
to tie the severed connection; to balance the flow.
Ever bearing the fear of anxiety,
This my shot to reclaim my dignity,
I know I shall make the climb,
embracing the sands of time.
***II. Children***
The Sphinx told me to hold on to its wisdom,
For to conquer, you must understand the ways of the kingdom.
I see children play fair around the **bridge on the river**,
As though it rains, no one seems to shiver.
Their joy and euphoria speak of innocence,
Foreshadowing the coming of decadence.
I pray they never drown in their carelessness,
For in the depths I fear, they will be lifeless.
As though its pain will kill me,
Their happiness keeps the spark inside me.
***III. Pressure***
Suddenly, an **airplane** flies overhead,
with its loud noise making me deaf,
To truly balance one’s thoughts,
One must grasp the silence brought,
Eyes closed, mind at peace,
trying to let the pressure free.
With the plane’s engine noises trying to drown me,
I seek my way to clarity
I heed to my consciousness’ plea,
To never fall to the clutches of the turbulent sea-
Where countless ships sank driven by strong pressures
Of quality and perfection; blinded by its direction.
***IV. Soul***
The advantage in clarity,
I find myself in the mountain’s solitary.
Lone as the wolf, I struggled to survive,
Knowing by heart to be never be revived,
I find myself in a wolves’ den,
Thought to be eaten as much as they can,
But I ended being one with the pack,
I found myself, for once, being tact.
As we pry upon the herd of **sheep**,
Knowing the shepherd is away and in deep sleep,
The wolves carnage their way to their flesh and skin,
Sating their hunger as blood and kin,
I look at myself weighing my principles,
Thanking myself that I’m no cripple,
As though this is only an illusion in my mind’s table,
I pity the herd who knows no way home,
Meeting only demise as they’re only dependent and feeble.
***V. Love***
As all of those visions I’ve been shown,
I have realized; I have truly grown.
I open my eyes again, to see again the calm.
The peacefulness, I sought to become
I see someone reaching out her **hand**,
And again, I know I shall again stand.
Elated to see my dear beloved,
I make my way below reaching for her embrace,
For I know she always find and make out my trace,
When I get lost in uncertainty; end up everywhere in pity.
The solace she brings in times of hard,
Communication so pure, not even a **phone** can par.
With every passing moment, you, I found peace.
Like camping out in the wild just with our **tent** and trees.
Even if you catch **Z’s**, you’re still as beautiful as you can be.
I know myself that I love you, as my heart sings with glee.
Someday, when the right time comes,
I offer you: **flowers** and a ring in my hands on bended knee,
My love for you is ever true, “Love, Will you marry me?”
**End.**
Perpetual
**PERPETUAL**
*(Trigger warning : Sexual assault, Pedophilia, Rape)*
A priest came to me saying that I was fit for serving the lord when I was 8. Me, as a young boy, seeing divinity as power to help and serve the people, I devoted myself to priesthood. I became a servant of the church, attending to every mass and having the privilege to serve the altar. The lord’s light shone upon my forlorn heart as it paved the way for a better outcome of my life. Ever since my parents died of the accident 2 years ago, I begged the streets for survival, crushing my dignity with the different mockery of people towards me. My pride has never been tainted, until now that the lord took me home.
It was the last mass of New Year’s Eve, as expected majority of the town came to worship at the church. I love seeing the faces of families elated by the coming of holiday. I watched in delight as the priest who took me shelter, is the one who’s giving homily about family and the love of God. Life couldn’t get so much better. I was a bit envious about the part where he said, “Parents, take care of your children, for they are the bearing fruit of your home.” I shed a tear of how lucky they can be.
The mass was finished, and everyone went to their respective homes. As servers, we tidied up the place, and made sure everything was closed. I glanced at father, who gave me a wry smile, I guess it’s a job well done. I bid my farewell, to some of the servers who doesn’t live in the parsonage.
As I was returning to my room in the parsonage, I was approached by father, who I call out of respect and his position. “**Your services have really rendered the church productive for these past 5 years son,**” He said calmly. The shadows hid his hand sliding through behind me. The horrors came back that only these dim lighted walls saw. Suppressed rage flows through my veins, I need to have a calm demeanor or I’m one of the dead people that rots below the ground.
“**I’ll tend to my room first, father.**” I said sternly.
“**I’ll be waiting.**” He replied with his ever-malicious grin.
I tried to hold out my tears as the flashbacks wake my haunting demons. Every year, month, week, I sell a piece of myself to appease the devil with his every touch feels like a steel knife stabbed repeatedly to my lifeless soul. Stripped naked, forced to make a pedophilic film, flogged, eat my own excrements and everything that makes me an animal just for his own definition of pleasure. I never reported to the authorities, for every report leads to the death of the complainant, so I suffered roughly for 5 years.
Is this the will of the lord? Is this what I prayed for? Is this the price for divinity? Shall I waste another year? I knelt in front of the small altar inside my quarter. “**This is the will of the lord, it will always be.**” I grabbed the stainless-steel scissors that’s been used to cut envelopes for donations, bathed in holy water and made my way to father’s quarters.
With every step, reminds me of the molestation he made as if I was his in his servitude. The lord always watched with every inhumane act he inflicted, he just…watched. As closer I get, the more the demons in my head get audible. “**It has to be now.**” I whispered with suppressed fervor.
I was finally inside locking the door behind me. I’m meters away in front of him, sitting in his sturdy chair smoking imported cigarettes. the cold chills that I feel every time I’m here, replaced with burning passion to kill. He smirked and slowly made my way towards me; I kept my head down waiting for the moment to strike.
“**I thought you took a bath,**” He chuckled, sniffing my neck in front of me while slowly removing my cassock.
‘THE WILL OF THE LORD COMMANDS IT, THE 5TH COMMANDMENT, DOUSE THE 5th! 5th! 5th,IT IS THE WILL OF THE LORD’
The demons in my head run wild, telling me to do it, telling me that the lord wills it.
I stabbed him in the chest with the scissor I hid behind my back deeply. I stabbed him repeatedly shouting “**IT IS THE WILL OF THE LORD!**” at the top of my lungs, laughing uncontrollably. I gouged his eyes out for the lord, for this will serve to watch the retaliation of dozens of innocents he killed. I carved my name in his body to proclaim that no evil shall stand against me. The last thing I saw was people screaming in shock, dragging me out bathed in his blood before I blacked out.
I was soon handed to the social welfare services, and got treated for my mental health a couple of years. The report says that I stabbed him 80 times, trying to dismember the insides before being restrained.The case was dismissed because I was still a minor, and the priest made major offenses.
That was roughly 12 years ago, but the memory still lingers. I attended the seminary and served the ministry until I got my priesthood. I was happy that I’m now back on track, this is the price we pray for salvation.
As I was walking back home from the mass I held, I noticed a kid begging for money in the cold streets of the city. I fixed myself, approached the young lad and asked with a gentle smile, “**Do you want to serve the lord, son?**".
**-Marcmire**
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Truly Kafkaesque.
*Kafkaesque,*
*The ideology that was established by Franz Kafka himself, embodying the nightmarish qualities of realism brought into the world of fantasy.*
*His work, during his days, weren't that much all recognized. It was recognized when his friend didn't burn his writings; which he asked in his death bed, but instead published them to the public. There, it gained praise from literary critics and authors alike.*
*His life was never that easy, as to been sexually tortured and has been indulging in incessant womanizing, fearing sexual failure. I believe this is because of how his father perceived him to be a failure, falling on to the depths of wanting to be accepted.*
*As Kafka wanted, he never truly wanted fame but rose after his death.*
*Talk about silver lining, or was it?*
*The meaning of life is that it stops. - Franz Kafka*
**Anyways, here's my piece that's been inspired in his craft, hope you let me know your thoughts.**
I woke up to the radiance of the morning sun befalling through my face. I was about to get up to brew my morning coffee but then realized, I’m in a hospital bed with a patient wristband. I don’t recall of having an accident nor having major injuries. This is truly weird; I took a peek around my surroundings and eventually at the window pane. I guess I’m in the 20-25th floor, I could almost see the whole goddamn city. The place is a ghost town, no cars, no people, just plain empty. I tried to force myself to get out of this dream state but to no avail. I guess this is no dream, I thought to myself, battling the feeling of anxiety and panic.
Lucky enough I didn’t have a dextrose attached to my veins, or else it’s going to hurt like hell. I got up to explore the hallways, got out of my room, only to see the empty hallway of the floor I’m in. I guess I’m at the 23rd floor of the hospital based on the sign at the end of corridor. I approached the nurse’s station, only to see a note that I have to go out as fast as I can. I was perplexed, how the fuck am I going to go out if I don’t even know how I got in? It was the only thing that was there and everything is just, again, empty.
I start to make my way below, desperately finding my way out. Elevator’s busted so I took the stairs that’s placed every end of a hallway. As I expected, every floor is empty. But when I reached the 17th floor, I hear a distant whistling sound coming from beneath the floor I am on. Hearing footsteps, looks like he’s also looking for his way out, I hastened my pace, desperate for some company in this desolated place. When I reached the 14th floor, the whistles turned to a hysterical laugh, the mixed frustration and hope became pure fear in an instant.
It was already the 13th floor, I crept slowly and took a peek, he was in the middle of the corridor. he laughed and he laughed and he went inside one of the rooms. I sighed in relief and quickly made my way to the end of the corridor for the stairs.
**Only to find there was no stairs.**
**Only to find he went out of the room.**
**Only to find the he has a knife in his hand.**
**Only to find the he’s running towards me with his hysterical laugh and mutilated face.**
**Only to find, death.**
*-Marcmire*
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Common Ground
**Common ground;**
Our story wasn’t meant to end,
Still, I’m offering my hand to mend-
The things that hurt and can’t be undone,
Will we give it a chance?
I hope we can relive the memories of then,
The flowers wither gray.
Still I’ll be willing to make them bloom again.
Only you can bring rain to the inevitable drought.
Assembling the broken pieces,
As they are broken off to tinier fragments,
Of our love-
We thought to be stronger than the storm.
I’m sorry, my demons won’t sleep.
In a state of chaos, they bleed.
I hope we never fall deep,
For you’re all I need.
**- Marcmire**
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Looking back.
**Looking back**
Looking back at the decisions that I’ve done, would have I ever done better?
Every night I keep myself awake, thinking about the times where I fucked things up; where I totally destroyed my opportunities to get better in life.
***Did I truly have a choice?***
I chose to run away from problems that seem so big for me to conquer, only to be cornered in a cul de sac a few years later.
***Why am I so naive?***
Every night I think that, “Is life really worth that living?” I hopefully cling on to those motivational quotations made by successful people, knowing that somehow It will get better.
***But does it?***
It doesn’t fade away; we’d just lock the feeling up in a prison inside ourselves hoping it doesn’t destroy our day. Besides, it’s ironic we’d put up a prison when he can just get out whenever he likes.
***Especially in our darkest times.***
They say to have faith in to the gods above, when faith is subjective and vary much to our philosophies and ideologies.
***But still we pray.***
Hypocrisy is one virtue given to humankind, to be connected to their own ways of survival.
As we survive, we learn to adapt to our own environment. We grow, we prosper, and thrive.
Taming the beast that we’ve kept in prison, to never overcome us in any way.
I still thank for every passing day that I’ve lived, to enjoy the positive energy that life has to give.
But seeing the negative side speaks of reality that makes me want to dive in deep.
I shall never, ever, ever let myself to those depths of darkness again.
Because,
**Looking back, I almost drowned**
**Looking back, history repeats itself.**
**Looking back, I pity myself for understanding too deep.**
**Looking back, naivety kills**
**Looking back, Did I truly have a choice?**
-Marcmire
Humanity's strongest soldier I Levi Ackerman
ከግድግዳው በላይ
**Y.847**
**Trost District**
As the brazen sunlight meets with my speckled eye, northwards where the abominations lie, I keep telling myself if I ever will conquer my elusive fate when I die. My mother who was early to be called, beneath the underground where she was pure heaven; an ecstasy, a pure punch of euphoria inside me. Until the day she died, I shook hands with death to earn my early merits of war, to where I had stroked myself a miraculous strand.
A call from my enigmatic ancestors in a form of the reaper, where his scythe molded me to wield the strength of the conquerors. Keeping this unwavering spirit through the years in this god-forsaken place, whispered by the voices of the devil to survive like a lone wolf to feed on to the feeble.
Never thought to have sought redemption and awaken to face greater burdens, from seeking bounties to reclaiming the future of humanity. I pray to my blade to vanquish every single one of them, I pray to that we would never wake up living in fear of the inevitable.
To my fallen friends and allies, and our old tell tales of our expeditions, your sacrifice will never go in vain you’ve served well to humanity and to your families.
We should face our greatest danger with fully giving our hearts out.
For the sake of humanity inside the walls.
-**Capt. Levi Ackerman**
**Special Action Squadron Leader**
**“Levi.”**
A familiar voice calls out to Levi’s name. He turns around to see, **“Commander Pixis,”** he acknowledged. It was commander *‘Dot Pixis’* of the garrison wearing his ever-cunning smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
**“I see you’re into the books lately.”** He remarked. Levi nodded and turns around closing his book with his finished piece and moves towards the commander.
**“I’ve came by to give the garrison’s report overlooking the outskirts of wall maria,”** He paused, “Or what’s even left of it.” He handed the sealed folded paper to Levi.
**“You could’ve just given it to Erwin.”** Levi retorted and accepted the report.
**“I’ve heard he’s ran errands and been busy profiling the 104th, I won’t be staying for long.”** The commander chuckled and opened his flask and gave himself a drink.
**“U-huh,”** Levi nodded and gave his thanks, but before he can turn around to sit on his desk, the commander gave a remark,
**“I guess, you’ll be on another expedition soon enough boy.”** He tittered, leaving after closing the door.
He gave the report a snide look, giving him a feeling of big events about to unfold.
**-Marcmire**
A/N I actually started an alternate universe about this character, if you would like me to continue the story please comment to let me know.
The Vow.
*I.*
*I have loved you for all this time, now and forever we'll make it official.*
*"With this hand,*
*I will lift your sorrows.*
*Your cup will never be empty,*
*For I will be your wine.*
*With this candle,*
*I will light your way into darkness*
*With this ring,*
*I ask you to be mine."* - **Corpse bride (2005)**
II.
Standing in front of the altar,
Devoting myself to God thy father.
This is my vow to my significant other,
By the reins of love, I shall never falter.
To hold your hand, intertwined.
Destined to be mine,
To cherish your heart, your home, my place,
Happiness made from grace.
To bind myself to you, as one with the universe.
Like stars, we shine, existing in the multiverse.
To commit and sanctify my words, perfection this may be.
Believe me, this would be our sweet melody.
Honored by your presence since the day we met,
In this generation where hypocrisies bleed,
For this time, it is set.
I know we will conquer, as we devote to this creed.
**-Marcmire**
Allegory of the flag pt.2
Allegory of the flag. **Part 2**
*"Time waits for no one - Folklore"*
Hours later of non-stop galloping, they’ve reached the base of the mountain, ready to make the climb. It was unfortunate for them, the rain caught up, making the way to top muddy. It was already breaking dawn, and that was a sign to hasten their pace.
Chaos can be heard across the horizon, the war has already continued. The other kingdom was fuming mad by the surprise attack earlier, bolstering their front-lines with heavy infantry. The remaining forces from the kingdom, was forced to do a last stand, hoping to see the light of day when they’ve have truly captured the flag.
The weather was harsh, the rains were starting to get heavier, and the battle was wreaking havoc over the peninsula. It was like Ares was watching over them from above.
Meanwhile, the recon team made their day-long climb to the top. Having to encounter some creatures that were larger than an average human, they had losses, although minimal, since their scholars already foreseen what most type would they encounter assuming it would be the same from both sides, but it was different, some creatures were too aggressive for their own good, rendering their equipment ineffective. They truly didn’t anticipate this soon enough.
It didn’t take long to muster up their courage, powered by their pride, they slaughtered every monster and went past corpses both human and animal alike. While rushing to the peak of the mountain top, all they could ever think was the possibility of ruling the land and uniting them once again, under one land, under one identity, knowing that all of their losses weren’t in vain.
**“Don’t you think the winds are getting stronger?”** One soldier said, **“It’s been quiet ever since–strange.”** they all just looked at him and gave him a shrug as victory is already at their doorsteps.
The flag waved through the gusty wind as the soldiers above watched in awe and horror as they arrived at the peak. With the flag standing beside them, unwavered with what’s in front of its eyes. A storm, already kilometres away from the sea, enough to wipe out the entire peninsula. The people below were in total shock as death itself make its grand entrance. Unable to make preparations with their ships, they abandoned the battlefield and tended to their families, accepting the grueling faith both kingdoms have been bestowed upon.
Some of the soldiers who survived in the campaign to the mountain took their own life, not able to take the horrifying sight that was about to happen. The captain took off his own armor and watched as the gigantic storm makes its landfall starting to wreak havoc. The flag’s fluttering noise caught his attention and brought himself to examine it at the last time.
Realizing, what the flag stood for and that,
**“We were too late.”**
**End.**
**-Marcmire**
Faucets, Faucets, and Mining
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Denouement
III.
*And the crowd applauded, and cheers can be heard inside the theater, "What a good show! Such a good show!" The audience exclaimed. Have we reached a conclusion? Or is there more?*
What makes a melodrama a sight for sore eyes? A bullet that can pierce the empty soul and fill it with bloom nor gloom?
It happened to them like a round of a .50 caliber shot out.
IV.
When the show reaches denouement, people go to their separate ways but it will never end.
The immortalized fragments of an art that conquers the memories will linger there until it’s been replaced by something new.
They will always come back for more; love is a powerful feeling that can relieve any strife.
A double-edged sword that the crowd would risk for.
**“Oh my love, why do you hurt me? Stabbing me with a knife-coated with the poison of the truth?”**
**“I’m sorry, you can find someone anew, I’m just a man whose life is like them bastards few.”**
**“I hope I can find someone better than you, who would make me feel loved and be like a goddess true.”**
**“Farewell, I hope I can find myself, so I can find you again.”**
V.
Some were happy, some were sad. Saddened by the death of an everlasting love; Happy of new beginning.
How powerful is the feeling?
Cupid’s arrow, turned into a cliché setting.
But the truly the depths of love will never falter,
An independent force that you can never alter.
Compelled to want, to need, to greed.
**But until then,**
Like a careless whisper, I never want to dance again.
To the beautiful yet destructive metronome of love,
For the guilt chases me to the ends.
*The show master stared at the empty seats, still beguiled by the performance ago, ready to fall again into deep slumber, resting his heart and mind, in order to make a piece of passion yet another.*
*Uttering his words of finale:*
**I hope you embrace the feeling and make you feel alive again.**
-Marcmire.
The Fall.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝘐.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘐𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?
Wings as white as a dove’s feather,
To ever fly to the sky higher,
The purity and magnificence shines,
That even the gods envy thine.
The burden of the process to make—
The perfect quality; a pleasing sanctity
No matter how much time it takes,
To maximize the artist’s creativity.
He shall take the fall!
To those who want it all!
Desecrating the balance of scales,
He who shall turn frail!
Heed the warning,
For there is no greater than the turning,
Of what is beyond the future,
Devoured by the sea, never to recover.
II.
Selfishness that infects the soul,
But we merely are fools,
Desperately giving in to demons,
Foreshadowed with euphoric intentions,
A psychedelic admonition,
Giving death a ticket for deadly attrition.
𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦,
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.
**Marcmire** 🚬
Lost
Spark of dim-lighted avenues;
And them uninvited guests
Pardoned by him, the mayor—
Ever kind and grateful.
Mind them no favor,
Nor intent of grave danger.
Them, the lost memories of few.
Wandering the nights;
When happiness was ever true.
**- Marcmire**
Introduccion.
Hello there, my name’s **Marc from the Philippines**. A 19 years old who writes and plays video games for a hobby. I mostly excel much in poetry, writing mostly **provocative and blasphemous** pieces just to take people’s perspectives into another light, but of course I still dwell in the ideas of **romanticism** and the clash between **idealism and realism**.
I solely believe that this world needs to learn all about perspectives. There are things that they are not what they seem to be and I that is one of the **reasons why I write**.
I plummeted down to rock bottom a not so long ago and stopped writing because I think my works are **lame**, and it’s just not that worthy to be heard.
Discovering this website very much triggered my sense to continue the hobby, being able to reach a certain audience and be able to be **supported** by an amazing group of people.
I’m looking forward to be interacting with you all, I’m not really much knowledgeable about the science of writing and its arts since I’m an aviation student, but I’m very well trying to let you understand what I’m trying to imply in my works.
**Till then, have a safe and wonderful journey ahead of you.**
*- Marcmire*
One last time. [Trigger warning : Suicide]
**Midnight.**
Sitting in a corner of my apartment, where the moonlight and city lights can reach through, illuminating the room slightly.
The curtains are swaying back and forth from the wind.
**Tick tock, tick tock**. The sound of the clock echoes inside this god-forsaken place.
Everything is blurry now, and I can’t imagine a future being in a state of stabilization and comfort.
***This is like cancer, it lives in the depths of me.***
No one seems to care of my current state. Making fun of the abnormalities in my head, which is **making me insane.**
*Why bother prolong the pain when you can end it?*
I sighed, and made up my messy bed.
I’m tired, the type of tired which cannot be cured from sleep alone.
I grabbed a pen, and wrote my last thoughts of happiness, getting rid of them forever in a piece of paper.
“This should do.” I said calmly in the room full of silence then I opened up my phone and scrambled to the photos, hoping to grasp the wonderful memories **for the last time.**
“My friends, who cared only for themselves.”
“My parents, I’m sorry.” tears start to fall down from my eyes and engulfed my vision with water.
I’m crying hard.
I put my phone down, and looked upon the **noose hanging on the ceiling** which I created a while ago.
*I smiled,* ***one last time.***
Sobbing, from these deep emotions inside.
I climbed up the chair under the noose.
Seeing my room one last time. I chuckled as it doesn’t make any sense anymore.
**I’m seeing paradise after.**
Void.
Nothingness,
Pure silence.
***For eternity.***
I inserted my head inside the **noose**; fitting up right to my neck. I let out a soft sigh. Kicking the chair’s spindle, causing the chair to fall down, making my feet touch the air inches from the ground and making the rope tighten over my neck; choking me hard.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.
I’m slowly losing consciousness.
Yet, I eventually calmed down, and accepted my ticket to utopia.
***My vision starts to darken as I’m already losing control of my body.***
One last time, I see the world. Full of harsh trials and challenges.
I fell short, and driven me to this state of pure melancholy and isolation.
The memories made in my life.
The brief happiness and enjoyment.
All of it plays through my mind.
**One last time**
and, now it comes to and end.
***As I fall to oblivion.***
Where I can find healing for my pain and, find eternal euphoria
- Marcmire
`A/N : if you ever thought of taking your own life, please know that you are not alone. Seek help, for there is so much more to life than death. You are worth it. *virtual hugs*`
Amor.
𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫
Even the harshest climates of the world,
Would ever stand against us two lovers,
Like thousand a march would our voice be heard
Love itself would be the one that conquers-
When the universe separates our place,
I will navigate the daring path of-
The depths of the ocean vowing the chase-
To the ends of the Earth, you, I found love.
They will never extinguish the wildfire,
It will grow, even Eros bats an eye,
Higher like the nature of my desire,
Darling, hold my hand, we would never die.
Love, a cure for continuous disparity.
A poison for those who lost clarity.
- **Marcmire**
All bloom.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦
For a multitude of possibilities that we won’t ever meet, here we are in a field of roses, intertwined, aligned, as though fate made a scheduled date. I look at you and I see the future, all in bloom, set in course with our own ideology of romanticism.
The euphoria of touching your hand, taking me to cloud 9, wishing that it won’t ever end. We will defy reality and its flaws.
Our dinner dates that fills my stomach with butterflies even if we hadn’t still finished the meal. Seeing you, sates the hunger that lingers in me, it’s always you.
On our theater dates, I just can’t help catching glances at you, you surpass the aesthetics of motion pictures, for you are already an epitome of art, painted by Athena herself.
Kiss me deep, and slowly. Venture inside my soul and let our seed grow.
We are just like Jack and Rose, except, we’ll never drown and die in this ocean of uncertainty of our love divine.
- **Marcmire**
Legacy.
Point that gun at me,
In this well-lighted refurbished room,
Stain it with the blood of mine,
Do it by playing: Auld Lang Syne;
Tell me once more the beauty of the past.
As well I've lived my youth
To the ages gone by.
Look me in the eyes,
Ever fair reaper that lone wander–
To the shadows of those in despair.
Never was;
Content of my heart has become,
Farewell to my kin,
Legacy,
And memories.
- **𝐌arcmire**
Allegory of the flag. Part 1.
Allegory of the flag. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴; 𝘈 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴. - 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯
Two kingdoms fighting for the huge peninsula they are dwelling; one having the resolve to preserve the traditions of the land and instilling the core value of honor and glory, while the other one was advocating for the progress of the realm, even if it costs its old ways to advance and survive.
Along highest mountain of the land, lies an erected large white flag. Scholars of both kingdoms have their own versions of who could’ve raised the flag, who were the past inhabitants, or what the flag meant. One has the version of the winner or who’ll dominate the other can replace the flag with their own, and the other one capturing the flag will have the rights to control the whole peninsula. Both kingdoms have half the portion of the path, and in order to reach the top, one must cross the other kingdom’s border.
War was inevitable, it has been waged throughout the years, for the sake of their own ideologies. Reshaped the land into blood and turmoil instead of prosperity. They never truly knew what lies beyond that will inevitably be their unbecoming.
One midnight, one kingdom sent out a large reconnaissance to capture the flag, since they’ll truly lose the ongoing war within the fortnight. Having low on ammunition and supplies and even men, they’d surely go for the desperate yet practical option. War was due on the open field in the morning, so it was an ample of destruction at stake in their end.
Equipped with the right equipment to make the climb and, enough weapons to destroy the patrol camps that lies ahead, there was one thing that remains to bother them: the northern and southern winds were really strong that night.
They took the other kingdom’s patrol camp by surprise as they galloped their way with their well-fed horses. It was a matter of seconds they filled the soil with blood, and the air with smoldering smoke. The large fires caught the attention of the other kingdom, prompting them to spare some of their forces to reinforce the camp.
“𝐆𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟.”
Said one captain of the cavalrymen. Losing too many forces, they made a desperate move, moving half of their men all the way to the foot of the mountain in the ensuing chaos.
Never truly knowing what lies ahead.
The maid of Orleans. [Joan of Arc]
Old Joan looked at me-
As if no maid lead the revolution,
For centuries gone by,
Ever drawn to the courageous hearts,
That long to see the world,
Where the sun never sets,
Where the wind plays fair,
And our eyes fed by the spectacle;
Of glory, wisdom, and faith.
Long the wonder and remnants,
In the dark and hopeless times,
For she, the maid of Orleans,
Come to save us thee.
**- Marcmire**
Sisters of fate.
Unlucky of me to perceive this art
Beyond of my understanding of love
Though unfair, the play; I should do my part-
Woven from the three sisters, white as dove.
How can one master his own misery?
When all comes down to overcome their fate.
Bounty may life is, it makes us greedy.
Shaping boundaries, blossomed love this late.
Endure the agony, play by the script,
Hope to be rewarded by my effort,
Nothing would be better than to accept,
My faith, my love, or any of the sort.
Trading everything, perpetually driven.
You’re all I need, an angel from heaven.
- ***𝐌arcmire***
Beyond your perceptions.
`When they say the world is met with the troubled fate of its enigmatic forces that is beyond our human reasoning. Philosophers tend to decipher what truly is beyond the boundary of our perceptions, will we ever find the absolute truth?`
Poetry is like a gun, when the trigger is pulled and the bullets fire to a victim, it sprouts a venom; deadly or not: To infect its heart and soul and will ever be the benevolent stride of such words to construct the character of its system.
For I know it shall give you meaning,
Decipher my intentions,
And you will find clarity.
For the beauty of art and literature,
Resides between the connection of the reader and the author.
**Surpassing beyond our perceptions.**
*- Marcmire*
River of Styx
And there I sat with Charon, with countless damned souls beneath his ferry boat . "Am I gonna join them?" I asked. He looked upon me with half of his grim face covered. "Don't ask a question only you can answer." He replied in a raspy voice.
"Fate lies upon the the threshold of fire, embodied by dread and malice." He pointed forward at Hades' abode, with the three headed beast guarding its gates. Named, "Cerberus".
Rowing around the river for eternity, I looked at Charon, he became the river itself. Speaking for the cursed souls themselves.
**-Marcmire**
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