“How could you allow this?” He shouted at the sky. The storm clouds raged above him. Raged, like him.
“How could you show me Heaven and then send me to Hell?” Tears streamed down his face. “I just wanted to be happy. I wanted her to be happy. You couldn’t even give us that.” The storm bellowed with thunder, as lightning tore across the night sky. Sheets of rain fell, as the man dropped to his knees. He wept, as the storm absorbed his anger and left him in despair.

Devilish (A Rerun)

You were on your way home. It was a nice night. Chilly, but not cold. You walked past the same alley you pass every night. This time, however, you miss the fiery red eyes watching you. Another block and the eyes appear in the trees, watching, waiting.

You get home. Unlocking the door, you step inside. Before you flip on the lights, you could swear that you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you from the darkness. With the crackle of electricity, the darkness was dispelled. The eyes were nowhere to be seen.

You rub your eyes. It must be because you’re tired.

Hours later, you climb into bed, weary from the day. As you close your eyes, darkness washes over you. You don’t feel it. You are not aware of it.

When you awake, fire surrounds you. You panic, as you see ever burning pools of liquid fire. You put your head under your covers, praying you wake up. The eyes, you thought you imagined stare into your own fearful eyes.

You try to scream, but no sound emerges.

The only sound you hear is faint. A whisper, but it grows louder as you pay attention.

Murky, sinister, and evil.



Picking apart the meat, at the top of the ivory tower.
Musical talent, painted with a broad stroke.
Can’t be incorrect, opinion sets the standard.
Double standard, was the joke.

Guilty feelings to be a part of life
But no help comes to that in need
Only a common feeling of strife
That comes from every seed.

The others have escaped it
As I have done as well
Using the children as weapons
Leads to a special Hell

I have said my piece now
Freed of these bonds of mine
Don’t need a part of that world
Where nothing ever shines

Poetic Poem (For PS)

A poem all about poetry.
That subject phoned in, for a laugh.
I was hoping for something different,
From our illustrious staff.

Now lately you folks got promoted,
Like, Mel, Mimiroppu, and Chris,
Selenio even got Driver.
And a Voice for me? A miss.

Well, I don’t expect to win this,
My only aim is to please
Someone out there will just giggle
Maybe laughter grows on trees :)

There’s never a real way to end these.
These pandering poems of mine
Now don’t let those darn llamas getcha!
You’re smiling now. That’s just fine!

Shamchat Trolling

I used to troll folks on Omegle. Might still do that in the future. I can’t sleep, so I’m going to mess with people’s heads on ShamChat, the Omegle with Characters. I’ll put my characters in BOLD.


This is a conversation between Karkat Vantas and You blink and breathe automatically..
You blink and breathe automatically.: Your tongue is never comfortable in your mouth. You also have toes
You blink and breathe automatically.: Sometimes, there’s an itch in the middle of your back. You can never quite reach it
You blink and breathe automatically.: *yawn*
Karkat Vantas: FUCK. WHERE’S GAMZEE.
Karkat Vantas: SHIT FUCK
Karkat Vantas: *YAWNS*
Karkat Vantas: SHIT
Karkat Vantas: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME
You blink and breathe automatically.: Nothing. Except point out that you haven’t stretched in a while and you keep blinking at weird intervals
You blink and breathe automatically.: You shouldn’t grind your teeth like that.
Karkat Vantas: FUCK

You blink and breathe automatically.: The world will end in seventy four days. Make the most of this one.


This is a conversation between Kumagawa Misogi and yourself, You are now aware of your blinking.
Kumagawa Misogi: fuck
(That was quick, but satisfying)****

This is a conversation between A Curious Man and an escaped lunatic.
an escaped lunatic: The trees! They feast on the children!
A Curious Man: Indeed they do. It has two mouths to lick from, yes?
an escaped lunatic: Ever twisting, never spurning the sounds of forgotten yester year
an escaped lunatic: Soon all corn will be frothing at the ears.
A Curious Man: Bone round in melody and word layed in rain.
an escaped lunatic: “No more!” they’ll cry out! “No more!” but they’ll be met with silence
an escaped lunatic: The shining blade twists ever deep
A Curious Man: I see dangers hang on the breath.
an escaped lunatic: Sickly sweet with red jam as I spread it on the inequitable toasts of my dead parents
an escaped lunatic: The Squirrels took my socks, but they don’t hear the same radio as I
A Curious Man: Those lips bleed a putrid poison.
an escaped lunatic: Yes, poison, the stench of it makes my lips curl like rusty toenails on an old man’s foot
an escaped lunatic: But who’s foot shall it be, not Old Hickory, though there are twenty of him
an escaped lunatic: Bah, the rams and ewes…
A Curious Man: I have run out of seeds to sprout.
A Curious Man: I have vacated the box.
an escaped lunatic: The world spins to a halt in seventy three
A Curious Man has left the conversation.
(This one was fun to write. I may stick with this character.)


This is a conversation between A ghost and yourself, an escaped lunatic.
A ghost: Helloooooo…
an escaped lunatic: I KNEW IT! You hung the boy on the walls, my elbow doll was not my own
A ghost has left the conversation.

This is a conversation between A guy in glasses and yourself, an escaped lunatic.
an escaped lunatic: I want to be in the ballet. “No bloody boots!” Mommy won’t let me stomp the angels
A guy in glasses: Yo man what the fuck
an escaped lunatic: Mommy says those words are naughty, but her head has no words in my backpack
A guy in glasses: o…k… bro you are scary af
A guy in glasses: bye
A guy in glasses has left the conversation.
(He won’t be going to bed any time soon. That was dark, but I was thinking the Psychos from Borderlands.)****

This is a conversation between An Artist and yourself, an escaped lunatic.
An Artist: Hello
an escaped lunatic: Mommy says the bad people can hear my skin songs. My songs aren’t ready, mommy! Stompy stompy splashy boots, No more ballet…
An Artist: Would you like a painting?
an escaped lunatic: Absent are the fiery tomes, no more crying
an escaped lunatic: no more screaming
an escaped lunatic: The dogs shout louder but the cat knows no more fear
An Artist: God you fucking edgelord lemme make you a painting, you can go write a Linkin Park song later
An Artist has left the conversation.
(Has…Has he ever heard a Linkin Park song? WTF album is this twisted shit on?)****

Okay, I’m done for now. I keep running into the same couple folks. I’ll try again later.


Atop the tall cliff
Watching intently
A sentinel stands guard
Motionless, silently

A barrier to those who
Would seek to harm
Be they in the city
Or the outlying farm

The sentinel is not bored
It feels no pain or strife
It seeks to protect all
Who fear their loss of life

A shot from the dark streaks past
A battlecry is heard
The newest opponents come to view
The sentinel says no word

One attacker swings his blade
The sentinel dodges right
With blinding speed, he slams his foe
Sentinel brings the fight

Three more charge in the fray
With unrelenting zeal
More vicious strikes to each of them
Leaves them with pain to feel

A seemingly endless horde emerged
The sentinel raised its fist
A bolt of lightning struck its arm
New powers on its list

It waved its arm in an arc
And every bandit fell
A smoldering pile of bodies lay
Their souls are now in Hell

A thunderous crash is heard then
As trees fall in the wake
A monstrous vision to behold
Has caused the ground to shake

This bandit lord was mountainous
He stood round sixty feet
In his arms a great mace of steel
He took up the entire street

The sentinel closed its eyes there
In a meditative state
It had to muster all its strength
Before it was too late

The sentinel pleaded with the gods
To imbue its soul with strength
The bandit lord raised the giant mace
It was an enormous length

The sentinel was engulfed in violet flame
The gods had seen its heart
They gave it all the power they had
To stop this lord, before the start

Before all reactions
The bandit’s head was cleaved
The sentinel had cut him lightning quick
Its sword already sheathed

It raised its hands above its head
The violet flames grew hot
Immolated all the foes
And now there was not

The sentinel landed softly
Its work was now complete
It walked back to the silent post
To guard this lonely street


Darkened skies surround me
A familiar scene
Depressing words grace the page
Angry hearts lash out

But a mindset has changed
I am sick of feeling this way
As hailstones batter my body
I am forced to fight my mind

The wind is howling
The rain tears at my flesh
I shout my frustrations
To un-hearing ears

The same old song
You all know these words
Futures past
The lyrics don’t bend

A twist of pain inside my heart
The hammer on my soul
The fury in my mind
As hailstones crush my bones

Not good enough
Not quite
Archaic thought
Getting warmer

I fall to my knees
Splashing in mud
I sob to myself softly
As hailstones smash my mind