Half and Half/Summer 07

I am a gentle soul that only causes harm
I’d soon as shake your hand as I would break your arm
Both acts I would enjoy greatly
Excuse me as I have not been myself lately
Recently touched by sadness and by death
I try to maintain what sanity I have left
Pouring over thoughts both focused and disjointed
From a young age, in the wrong direction I was pointed
Full of love and tenderness, malice and spite
I am one long string that’s been wound too tight
There is one person I love, the same person I hate
and he seems to fall into the latter as of late
I push away at times and others pull him nearer
For his is the face I see when I look in the mirror
Two different natures that are constantly colliding
And it is over me that they are fighting
Good and evil to me are both the same
Two sons of bitches that should share one name
Which is a description of what they cause
Take a moment of introspection and pause
Dwell on the effects of perceived notions
Of Good and evil and the resulting commotions
From the voices in your head should all agree
That they are two halves of one whole called “misery”.


Changing Seasons

Childhood is over as is adolescence
Teenage years spent in reminiscence
Early twenties now, nothing changed
Except for us now being estranged
Childhood friends now passing strangers
High school diplomas exchanged for college majors
Except for me, the one who never grows
I guess for some that’s the way it goes
For the things I’ve learned in life
Were taught in lessons of death and strife
The world rotates and nothing matters
On meaning my brain constantly clatters
Peace is a dream, an ideal, to which I hold
Hoping for Heaven and streets made of gold
My mind is in Hell from lack of reason
Why should I feel joy because “’tis the season”?
Looking at things in a state of neutrality
Finding answers coming in waves of duality
For every negative, a positive also in tact
Ironic, for life is a balancing act
The difference between my friend and I
Is that I know what it feels like to die
Corrupted innocence, romances failed
Now most of all an old friends betrayal
These are deaths to which I’ve suffered
Patiently I await with open arms another
My mind a graveyard of pleasant things
Dreams, friends, loves, things in youth life brings
Give unto me what I want to give
Peace and joy; and the will to live


In times like these when I feel the sting of the past
I take comfort in knowing that this pain won’t last
By reaching out I find comfort and consolation
And break out of the prison that is my self-isolation
Walls made up from regret and denial
Built over years in a state of exile
My thoughts were bleak and over pain roving
I made the mistake of falling in love with self-loathing
I can no longer think as an adolescent
My thoughts now are centered on things convalescent
Where as things once looked down, now they look up
For I found the drink of a different cup
Taking nourishment from joy and not sorry
I enjoy today and look forward to the morrow
The sun seems to me to be brighter
And my burden continues to be lighter.

The Erotic Adventures of David the Gnome

The Erotic Adventures of David the Gnome
A Fan Fic by Deathstalker


Nothing can go wrong with this story....

David the gnome was feeling very horny one day, and his wife wouldn’t put out.  In the gnome world, it’s not right to beat a female or express great sexual desires.  Therefore, David was in a pinch. Continue reading