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(No Title) by user Tolonkolo Wind blows trees sway Fire burns meadows blaze Lightning strikes flashes fade thoughts a impulse that never fades nervous twitch through the blaze hear the screams or do you feel them? The pain of hundreds long dead or bound The past ancestors calling abound The pain of the past that can haunt you oh my what to do when you just let it to whats waiting acting normal in person as sanity is slowly fading within the person Feeling ones family dead, a love so dear to be felt now that's gone a corrupt monarchy that acts like a head throne Novels and stories that you read Make impressions of feelings that act like weeds Breaking your mask that you always keep high Making your neutral stride falter an maybe even die knowing more by feeling than by seeing things that you cant see but why does this always end up happening to me never won anything never in my life if i ever did i know it was swindled right hearing the words people say behind you as you walk away watching there looks as you pass them by reading there forms watching there face knowing what they wouldn't ******* say to your face no one bothers thee for there is no reason too the world just plays and dances on your grave laughing with glee you cry in a corner to only get laughed and bitched at so what used to be doesn't seem to be no longer can ever be so what was the point of having loved ones and a home if it leaves you weak when your all alone the wolf in you is always there not really separate but always there in the instincts you feel the impulse that dwells the pain that's there even though there is no physical one to touch or feel you feel it anyway in the back of the mind like a sickness of plague plunging the light of the mind into darkness acting like your grave buried beneath the dirt rock clay an soil clawing madly wanting to be freed knowing that once you are it might not be the free you once knew just a new sickness a new plague just a new wall a new fake just another hole to be buried in just another home to watch burning	"An Idiot With Good Intent" by user MadameSerena I first came to this site with a curious mind where I encountered a vast number of people. Some led amazing lives of fighting demons, monsters, and evil of all kinds. But then I hear that they got hurt I just can't stand when people get hurt from supernatural beings with evil intent. And I wish I could more than just comfort. But herein lies a choice that I face. Should I remain hidden away is safety? Away from the battlefield so I don't get hurt? Where monsters don't bother to even look for me? And only build up knowledge just in case? Or should I rather attempt to take up a sword and shield and join others in their fight? To fight against evil help save other people and learn to heal and to protect. But what if, as a result of me joining the fray, I cause more problems than solved become a burden to others and hinder more than help? What if I knew too little and was in constant need of saving? But if I decide to stay safe I'll feel bad either way I'll be filled with regret because I didn't try to help. This choice I face fills me with great angst. I do not know which way to go Perhaps my mind is too narrow Perhaps I am wrong Perhaps all I am is an idiot with good intent.

(No Title)
by user Tolonkolo

Wind blows trees sway
Fire burns meadows blaze
Lightning strikes flashes fade
thoughts a impulse that never fades
nervous twitch through the blaze

hear the screams or do you feel them?
The pain of hundreds long dead or bound
The past ancestors calling abound
The pain of the past that can haunt you oh my
what to do when you just let it to
whats waiting acting normal in person
as sanity is slowly fading within the person
Feeling ones family dead, a love so dear to be felt now that's gone
a corrupt monarchy that acts like a head throne

Novels and stories that you read
Make impressions of feelings that act like weeds
Breaking your mask that you always keep high
Making your neutral stride falter an maybe even die
knowing more by feeling than by seeing things that you cant see
but why does this always end up happening to me
never won anything never in my life
if i ever did i know it was swindled right

hearing the words people say behind you as you walk away
watching there looks as you pass them by
reading there forms watching there face knowing what they wouldn't ******* say to your face

no one bothers thee
for there is no reason too
the world just plays and dances on your grave laughing with glee
you cry in a corner
to only get laughed and bitched at
so what used to be doesn't seem to be
no longer can ever be
so what was the point of having loved ones and a home
if it leaves you weak when your all alone
the wolf in you is always there
not really separate but always there
in the instincts you feel the impulse that dwells
the pain that's there even though there is no physical one
to touch or feel
you feel it anyway
in the back of the mind
like a sickness of plague
plunging the light of the mind into darkness acting like your grave

buried beneath the dirt rock clay an soil
clawing madly wanting to be freed
knowing that once you are it might not be the free you once knew
just a new sickness a new plague
just a new wall a new fake
just another hole to be buried in
just another home to watch burning

"An Idiot With Good Intent"
by user MadameSerena

I first came to this site with a curious mind
where I encountered a vast number of people.
Some led amazing lives of fighting demons, monsters, and evil of all kinds.
But then I hear that they got hurt
I just can't stand when people get hurt
from supernatural beings with evil intent.
And I wish I could more than just comfort.

But herein lies a choice that I face.
Should I remain hidden away is safety?
Away from the battlefield so I don't get hurt?
Where monsters don't bother to even look for me?
And only build up knowledge just in case?
Or should I rather attempt to take up a sword and shield and join others in their fight?
To fight against evil
help save other people
and learn to heal and to protect.

But what if, as a result
of me joining the fray,
I cause more problems than solved
become a burden to others
and hinder more than help?
What if I knew too little
and was in constant need of saving?
But if I decide to stay safe
I'll feel bad either way
I'll be filled with regret because I didn't try to help.

This choice I face fills me with great angst.
I do not know which way to go
Perhaps my mind is too narrow
Perhaps I am wrong
Perhaps all I am is an idiot with good intent.

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