desire profile Legion aka Larz by Contemplator, literature
Literature
desire profile Legion aka Larz
-Basics-
Name Legion (Larz):
Age:about 2508 (looks 37)
Gender: Male
Race: Reborn Human (base soul consists of a demon and an angel)
-Physical details-
Height:5' 10"
Weight:230 lbs.
Build muscular
Eyes: right eye jet black, left eye creamy white.
Skin: dark brown
Defining features: bald and a broken yin yang symbol tattooed on his forehead
Clothing: grey khakis with a black and white hoodie.
-Combat-
Weapons/Gear: a large toothed handsaw with and elongated grip with an 8" long morning star (chain mace) attached to the handle. He also carries around a desert eagle, but will use it only if he has no other choice.
I open my eyes
my lungs breath in
yet my i don't feel the beat of my heart
i look up at the moonlit sky
Was i spared from my sin?
then, i got up with a start
perched upon a rock is a strange man
his skin is as pale as paper
his eyes red as blood
each tooth of his sharp as a knife
You could tell he never tanned
I questioned this strange caper
all of them flowing like a flood
he answered "in a way, I saved your life"
You lost me I said
I mean that youre undead
what makes you so keen?
let me show you what I mean
The man gave me a mirror
I lifted it to my face
There was
Hope, the Thing with Feather by Contemplator, literature
Literature
Hope, the Thing with Feather
Hope is the thing with feathers
Which is perched on the soul
And sings a tune with the words never stopping for toll
Hope sings through the wind of sorrow
Tired yet safe in the heart of puppets
Hope sings and sings to the next tomorrow
The puppets are filled with warmth
The song piercing through the cold
This song of joy playing in the puppets ears and minds both
The puppets wish the giants who hold their strings to listen to the song of hope
Yet, the ears of the giants are deaf,
Their pain blind eyes, and hands clumsied with the oppression dope
Hopes song will only be heard after hopes change
Its wings turn t
And the writer's brain froze. He had consumed his last drop of creativity. The talent had deserted hem. He shook, he cringed, he sobbed, he woed,he went insane for his only joy in life is gone from his grasp. He never recovered from the rip the length of a ship in his soul
By,
A observer
that was too
weak of body and mind
to help the crushed child of a soul
Roulette
As soon as were born, we take a bet
Then we play a round of roulette
Were lifted up by a hand unseen
Then dropped with a blood curdling scream
On the wheel around an about
At every bump we give a shout
We roll in and out
Wheeze and shout
Were whizzed through out
On that roulette wheel engraved Life all about
We tumble and toss into a ball were rolled
And the batter and bruises taken are tolled
After an eternity of this torture, you start to find
That finally the wheel begins to slowly unwind
You then settle into a slot
And if youre lucky then you win your coveted lot
With these chips of your own
You didn't care for me,
It was something sick.
Comprised from my brain,
Spread through my veins.
With your blood in reign,
Found myself a name.
Splicing the DNA,
Of my every way.
All my life with this familiar pain,
Leave a child alone, expect it sane.
Striving for the same kinds of wounds,
Circling my last every move,
I don't need to love myself right?
If I just pretend to love you.
But any lost soul could play your game,
You sensed my weakness, went for prey.
For each word of mine you'd cast away,
Well I have one last thing to say.
Don't forget the lone catalyst,
Who walked into your life.
You will reminisce on the space,
Where your eye
Hope, the Thing with Feather by Contemplator, literature
Literature
Hope, the Thing with Feather
Hope is the thing with feathers
Which is perched on the soul
And sings a tune with the words never stopping for toll
Hope sings through the wind of sorrow
Tired yet safe in the heart of puppets
Hope sings and sings to the next tomorrow
The puppets are filled with warmth
The song piercing through the cold
This song of joy playing in the puppets ears and minds both
The puppets wish the giants who hold their strings to listen to the song of hope
Yet, the ears of the giants are deaf,
Their pain blind eyes, and hands clumsied with the oppression dope
Hopes song will only be heard after hopes change
Its wings turn t
Hey everyone,
For starters, it's been a really long time since I put anything up.
So long in fact that I have gotten to the point that I am very VERY embarrassed with the quality of the work that I used to put up here. Because of that I was wondering if anyone would be interested in me updating some of my old drawings.
Let me know what you think.
Have a good evening.
Sincerely,
Contemplator
Wow, ages since my last journal.
I had a break from DA for awhile now. I have gotten better. Sadly, no coloring or photoshop. Still, I'll give it a crack one of these days. I just got into college and now I'm just trying to get everything settled.
Kay, till next time.