Showing posts with label Rage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rage. Show all posts

Monday, September 26, 2016

Remember ... Far Away Times ... Just Remember


Masterless: Remember the rage. Let it fester. Don't let it go. Remember it always for it will be the driving force of what will give you a definition for the next. Do not squander your purpose into the meaningless and empty promises of 'a better tomorrow'. Do not falter when someone offers their hand. Remember the pain. Feel the wounds inflicted on you by the very people that said they'll be there for you.

Remember the one who was supposed to guide you. The one who gave you life and held you. The one who was supposed to be there to teach you things that life can't teach on its own. Remember her betrayal, her lack of guidance, and her inability to cast her pride aside even just for a moment to give you her ears.

Remember your peers and how they mocked you. Do not let the memories of their cruelty slip pass your train of thought. Recall how they encumbered you with words of how much better they are. Do not forget that they always told you that you failed.

Remember the words given by blood on how you won't amount to anything. Do not let that lesson be for naught. They spent years abusing you, breaking your strength, and diminishing your confidence until you grew up with barely any. They are unkind and you cannot let that be forgiven.

Remember the one who vowed to you. The promises she made of how eternity would be yours. Always remember, drown, and suffer for what she has done. The fact that she couldn't fight for you, the fact that she is willing to walk away after everything, the painful thought that it all could have been rectified had she just tried to fix things with you. Do not let yourself believe again because what she offered, what she told you, what she promised, and how she said she loved you was just a fallacy... like the meaning of love itself. Always keep in your mind that while you struggled to find a meaning for yourself, she found another and moved on when you were trying. Another testament that only you are the one who tries... everyone else just gives false vows.

Remember the other who said the same word. Shared the same feelings. Remember how she moved on, how she forgot, and when you came back with nothing, she was unwilling to set aside her morals just to take pity while you bleed. She couldn't listen, didn't want to listen, didn't believe in you, nor wanted to. She made you look like a fool because she was so enthused with the idea of heroism. She made you look like a fool and has the audacity to tell you she loves you when she dares not lift a finger to fight for you. She might have suffered in your debacle, but faced with the same situation, she did the same thing--unable to let go for the sake of 'old times'. Allowing heroism to dismantle, ridicule, and spit at your worth while she turns her back and shrugs her shoulders.

Remember the hero and how he promised he'd fight with you. How he said he'd be the last when he himself walked away when you were suffering; he made his own salvation while you suffered and he smirked and laughed, and while you crawled, he sat there and challenged your ideals, your meaning, and continues to give false notions. Demanding change and playing the victim when he gives none in return to make things better. Let the events of his pride forever haunt you this lifetime.

Remember the one who gave you promises but constantly failed. The one who did it all for her second life and merely forgot you. Remember her pride, her inability to listen. her constant need to stumble and feel bad. You've given her a lot only to receive very little. She is but a fragment of the meaning but do not forget what lesson she taught.

Remember the individuals who continue to run about saying this and saying that, spewing out sentiments that they have your best interest at heart when in truth, they are guided by their own self-motivation. Remember their false guidance, their inability to tell the truth, and their lack of honor.

Remember everything. Remember all your life. When that is done, if you are able to hold on to the grief, the malice, and channel the rage, next life time, you will be you.

You will not wait for karma... you are going to be karma. You will be their distraught, their penance, and you will be the cold winds that will forever haunt them, remind them, and diminish their spirit. You will take everything, cripple foundations, and when they fall, you give them enough willpower to stand back up only to take it away... let them bleed. Let them remember. Let them feel how inadequate and incompetent they are when EVERYONE they thought should be there isn't there. Let them pay for their sins. Let them remember the meaning of despair.

Be the black wings that will carry them to their doom.

Let them remember that for what they have done, they will pay the ultimate price.

Remember. In those far away times, you will be harbinger of vengeance. As they make believe in a better tomorrow, you will reap the benefits of their past debacles.

You are the villain. Don't forget

Monday, June 27, 2016

Rage: Start Again



I messed up tonight.
I lost another Fight.
I still mess up.
I'll just start again.

A world where there is no conflict. A day where I don't have to fight. A minute where I don't have to warm up. A second when I don't have to dodge.  

When is it really over? When do I just try and pick up what is left and we all just set aside our pride, our differences, our disdains, worries, strife and hate. When do we face our reflection and see what is missing and what is foretold? When do we realize that we all have our mistakes and we all have fallen so far from grace? 

When do we stop fighting? 

When do we live again? 

Life is far too short, far too volatile, and so full of things to enjoy to just wallow in defeat, in rage, and to not have ownership, loyalty, or any kind of honorable meaning. 

The fight has perpetuated for far too long and we have lost what was and what is. It's on all of us, not just one, it's in all. 

I am not articulated with these words. I am a creation of doubt and despair. I was created to fly so high that we leave the world below....

But now I am as I am. Lacking victory... seeing only the destruction that this war has created. 

When do we give in? When do we admit? When do we get up and decide that we won't fight anymore?

When do we start again? 

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Rage: The Last Vixen



I came from a distant future where things went astray--where thew world that we knew lie in ruins. Morals and integrity are drowned out by the sound of failures and doubt. I came from a thought where I stood alone... looking at the monster that came from our own depiction. 

That future is here and just like that future, I stand alone. I am the last. I am meant to carry the battle on my own. 

Dishonesty. Doubts. Jealousy. Insecurities. Inconsideration. Avarice. Rage. Pride. 

These are the sins that took al of us. These are the words that broke the oath that we all seemingly stood by. The enemy didn't lie in a thousand men.... instead they were within. And the demons broke them all. One by one. They drowned. 

There was another who came with me. She has been part of me for as long as I know. She has been with the other side of the story long before definition came. Actions of regret caused her jealousy to take over... eventually she stood away. Now she is by herself and eventually will bring her own--with him standing adamantly by her side despite his guilt. She is the most caring, honest, and perhaps the most unwilling to fight for what she wants.... blame can't be put on her, but some of the inability to fight is her fault as well.

Then her. The one in this world who truly held the definition, the gift, and the one who would forever bind me in her existence. The One who stands by me in the shadows completely drowned out by her avarice. Inconsiderate at times and so flawed like me... one can say she is the other 'last' as she stands in the distance by my side; warm and ever so exuberant; but she doesn't fight anymore. Not for the times of old... but for what she and I still believe in. 

Then the one who claimed she will be standing last. The one who claims that 'if she could she would want those good parts back in her life' but can't seem to fight for it even if given the tools...The one who became a poison... the one who couldn't fight her own demons after getting struck by their sins. Now she cowers after her fall from pride, claiming her own regret and guilt when she can't face the mirror that reminders her that she isn't the best and perhaps lacks the most despite having the best upbringing.

Then there is me. The rage. The anger. The one who holds them all together or at least used to... until I got lost in the strife of everything going agasint me. Within it all.... I am still here. I am the one. The last. The one who still fights to hold the fragments together despite the others shying away from the battle we all sworn to fight. 

I will hold it all together until I cannot anymore. I will remain to be the last until my avarice takes over and I withdraw within.

But as it is it holds true: I am the last. Fighting the fight that was meant for more than one. 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Vicious Cycle

For all the things we have suffered. For all the things I have done... We are here again. What is it about the fight that compels it to go on? Why is it that when we cross one road, climbed over hurdles, endured the coldest winters, that the other side isn't the place for serenity; the place of solace--and a place where we can all consider the time to rest. But on the either side it's either more challenges or the daunting ghosts of the past comes back; the one you thought you brought to peace.

One would think.

A vehement poison that we thought we have left behind. An acrid presence that we have all decided to leave behind and only come to when the situation dictated... a thing of the past that we thought have no bearings is now back again to encumber.

Who brought it back?

What do you do when one is forced to fight again against the very apparition that was thought to be laid to rest? What if one is enthralled, enticed, and engulfed in its poison yet again? What if one decides that it's not poison but a feeling of respite, remedy, and substitution?

Then I abandon my will to fight and find the one thing that was worth it in the past.

I'm not fighting this anymore when the one I'm fighting for is the one fighting me. When my own attempts are thwarted by the very one whom you thought helped you laid it all to rest. When the one defends the very essence of nefarious and undying perversion against my own is a crystal clear testament that the battle was over a long time ago.

When it's said and done the wounds and scars are now inflicted; the marks are dejecting and certainly enough to dilute the honor that we all held together.

I can't fight it anymore. I can't do it anymore. This is no longer my own.

There is no victory here. There are only more regrets and the longing for what couldn't have been. The years have produced far more sullen clouds than sunshine that one truly has to measure the meaning of fighting for it once more.

There is no victory here; only MORE senseless fighting. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

The Fiction I live


This is just a fiction. None of it applies outside the book of life. None of you get to claim the person outside the book of fantasies and roles played. I am not among you because all of you are just stories meant to tell a previous book I have read and dread before.

I do not need another cliched story because I have no need for it anymore. I don't have any use for fallacies, empty promises, and perpetual destructive hope. Tomorrow isn't going to be better, it's going to be the same old shit.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Fucking.with.Me


Where is the point where something actually means something now? Who is really the fool that keeps trying to fervently hope when in the end it's all just games played by the strings of whoever has this kind of sense of humor? I'm told it's a testament of caring and the product of a better tomorrow when the patterns, the signs and the predicaments are all just intentions of what a fruitful next day is. Tomorrow. Hope. Next day. It's getting better. Tomorrow. Hope. Next Day. It's better. Patterns. Delusions.

Here I am. I am a part of this sick and twisted lesson being taught time and time again. Here I am too obstinate, too apparently stupid to learn my lesson. Keep playing your strings.

Keep fucking with me.

Teach me the lesson, the cliches, and the fallacies of people of my past. I know these lessons, and I have not learned them well.

Everyone are just reflection of tainted dreams of yesterday. Everyone are just here to fuck with me.

Keep making me pay for the things I didn't do.

Thanks. I really fucking appreciate it

Sunday, January 12, 2014

.:Masterless and Rage:.



"Everyone can just move on." I have heard this before. Frankly, I won't say I'm tired of it because I'm not. I'm more or less sad that it has come to this. "Everyone just wants me to gallivant around this empty space so victoriously when clearly there is nothing to be victorious about in this place. It is as it has been for a while now... just a shell... an empty shadow of what was."

I simply just keep drinking my beer listening to the fluctuation of her voice as it reaches a tone of rage before going back to despair. She is an amalgam of so many negative feelings and some positive ones. Can't discern which is which at times but it's quite obvious that she is mostly just disdain now. 

"That abhorrent moment when it was all coined 'victorious' was a freaking joke. An off the whim cry of a parody."

"You weren't there."

"And if I was there would it have made a difference? I mean, people hold that moment into sentiments when it's just a fucking shitty memory like the rest of them. A fucking insult because out of all them I'm the only one who ever had something to be victorious about. I kept my godamn promise. I fought vehemently and I got somewhere.... it all fell apart and I lost myself into this when everyone of them squandered it like my efforts meant nothing."

"We've gone over this before you know. I'm not entirely sure what else we can truly scrutinize with all of this."

"They all want me to just 'let it go' because there is nothing to hold on to anymore. All of them are ready for a brand new day and are so happy to finally walk without the shadow of yesterday's failures. That's great and all and I know that 'simply' moving on is a great thought in theory. They all do it... talking all jubilantly and acting fucking oblivious to what i carry with me because every waking and morsel of moment when the it's a gathering is SUCH a great testament that tomorrow is so much better. That last part was fucking sarcasm by the way."

I take in every word that she lets out. Again the tone she gives off is becoming less and less manageable. 

"Trying a new road isn't a bad idea."

"And everyone is so fucking on board with it and that's FUCKING great. But they tend to forget that I'm still back here hurting. I still hold the fucking riddles in my hand and it hurts every day and THEY just keep wanting to think that it's just all about moving forward and leave it all behind! And when they say they fight, they fight me instead of FIGHTING FOR ME!!!!"

"And the definition of that?"

"It's not up to me spell things anymore."

"They won't ever truly get it you know. None of them has seen and felt what you and I have. It's always going to be a foreign thing for them. They can claim how much they understand it, but in the end they truly don't. You can't expect that."

"No, but it's about time to expect something better for me in here. One appearance and everyone points at me that I'm the one who is questionable. I'm the maybe and the fragile and catalyst. Everyone brushes it to the side and keeps badgering me with the idea to move the fuck on."

"They don't know how you feel. That is the ultimate reality of it."

"Then why?! WHY do I sit here and have this hope?! WHY?!"

This is not the easiest question to ask me. I take a few moments to think about it before letting the words fly. 

"Because you don't want all that hard work to be for naught. And if you left now, despite what anyone says, you will be looked at as the one who couldn't move on and couldn't forgive and let go. That isn't something you want on your name."

"THEY'LL JOVIALLY TAKE THE MOMENTS TOGETHER AND FORGET I'M IN FREAKING PAIN. SPEAK OF FUCKING EVERYTHING BUT NOT OF MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS! THEY'LL FUCKING MOVE ON LIKE I'M NOT FUCKING SUFFERING AND THEY'LL JUST LOOK AT ME AS THE ONE WHO CAN'T FUCKING LET GO!!!!" 

"Well, that's on them. Whether they truly want to admit it or not, without you, there is no team."

"With me, there is no "Victorious Vixen". They get fucking hurt that someone deserves that title when the other one did the atrocious act because of a good cause."

"Yeah, I'm aware," She didn't have to remind me. "And that's the difference, and perhaps the ultimate meaning of the definitive end. If they choose not to fight without you in appearance and just happily move on, then the end would have been justified."

"I have a right to my regret."

Those words echo quite prominently. 

"And you have the right to your happiness."

"And that happiness lies in that one moment in time."

"I'm also aware of that."

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Lost and Found


Regret - A feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or done.

I found my rage again; I found it through regret. The only thing to truly feel about this whole debacle that I have allowed to get too far. 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

...DEFINITIONS...


Once upon a time, in a time long forgotten, there used to be only the definitive of a Masterless warrior and a Testament of Rage and they wandered the realm of whatever ink would draw for them, and in those times, they were young, wild and free. Though stuck with the three said words, they were also gallivanting within each other's frame of mind, infatuation, and inebriation. They were in lust... sometimes in love... and many times abhorring the company of one another. 

They were US.

We always had an ordinance that we went by, didn't we? People came in went. Stories ended prematurely and chapters are  exonerated as if they are sins of our own. While many things and so many people are finite, you and I will always be, forever in the shadow of one another.

One who abides by destitution. The other seething with fury. Both sensually engaged within each other's exuberance.

But something changed... didn't it? Something else seemed to have defined you and your armor that you dare put up; making adept out of your insecurities(Yellow). Something gave you color; elaborating on an insipid and yet astounding shade of blood of yours(Blue). Of course there is the inextricable one who sees through you and finds me(Purple).

Stories; fictions; as you and HER have already exponentially stated... The Bonds That Defines you... intertwined.

As we have frolicked within each other's comfort, alas I believe that we can dubiously say that we have found different shades of red, you and I. Well, perhaps you more than I. Victory can only be led by the ones who are governed by conviction. I do not have that conviction, I just have you, Wingless Angel.

But wait. There is a distortion isn't there? As much as SHE is yours and she's in your head and vice versa...

The bonds that defines us intertwined indeed...


Who do you think holds the shield while you are bound to your ... peril? In the fiction that we live and in the greatest roles that we have played thus far, who do you think will be the one to comfort her when the one who gets it right isn't there?

The tangled web we weaved in that story.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

But Honestly...



I'm going to keep the pen broken.

I've got better things to do that doesn't seem to have any sort of disdains or impediment. It was after all just that, a flavor of the week sort of innuendo.

Fuck it.

Moving on.

Friday, November 16, 2012

My Feelings right now....



Maybe I should enter the realm where I am not forced to be page to be written on.

Maybe I should let the side of me that is the worse of the ones I was trying to deter win...

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Some Signatures.

Scarlet Spider N7 Rage
Spider-Woman's N7 Rage
Batman, X-Force Domino and Wolverine N7 Rage
X-23 N7 Rage

Some of the signature work a long time Forum companion did for me. Her work is exhilarating to say the least! I mean I made my own signature not too long ago (Somebody That I know xD) which I was proud of but to have the caliber of art these four sig put into them... well... I don't think that is feasible with so much things in my department, so to speak! But regardless, please check out her work! She is fantastic at what she does!

http://shien-ra.deviantart.com/

Thank you, Smiles!!!

Sunday, March 25, 2012

My feeling right now...


It's how I feel right now for some reason. No real explanation as to why this side of the spectrum is the one hanging over my head like some grey cloud. Or Red smoke should I say...