This is an ode to the soul I destroyed recently. May it rest in peace. (or pieces).

My stallion strives roughly,
When you ran along the road,
For then I trampled you thoroughly,
For an accident deserves an ode,
An unintentional act,
As I tried to avoid,
Alas, your brain is on crack,
And my efforts were void.
Clearly your road ends before your time,
But perhaps not all is bad from this,
Mayhap your idiot genes are a crime,
And I'm clearing it from the list.

Trust not your allies,
Or hear your own cries,
Trust not your brothers-in-arms,
For they will raze your farms.

Trust not your lover,
Or your love will soon be over,
Trust not your people,
Never once they form a clean steeple.

I beseech you,
Not everyone remains true,
Chrono's wheels changes all souls,
To conjure up various roles.

But do put trust in one party,
Your closest family whole-heartedly,
A nuisance they may seem at times,
But love unchanging is sublime.

I am Fantasy's flame,
Valk goes my nickname,
Do not live alone as I do,
If you cannot take the hell I pace through.

Once a broken soul in time,
The thought of living in cold clime,
Yet slowly - the harsh mountains I climb,
As I found Bifrost - Truly Sublime!

I imagined what lied beyond,
Would I be bestowed upon me - a Monde?
Or perhaps with the Aesir I would bond?
Who knows - Mayhap even Asgard's Lamond!

Yet still - I mightily hesitate,
Could I cross Bifrost in such a mortal state?
My thoughts are all I could sate,
With delusional illusions I forcefully create.

What if I cross it to my own demise -
Only to be tricked eternally by Loki's cunning guise,
Or face Nidhoggr's malefic sting?
Mayhap not even Bifrost to cross - with Heimdall's deadly swing.

No Plagiarism! Adieu.

Heyo people. So some people told me that I should in fact, not let my poet soul die off. Some say that I shouldn't let my talents go to waste - so I'm considering to write more poems now. So let's start off...with a poem.

My logic is simple,

After such a long time, I have returned.


So I haven't posted anything for nearly four months. Countless events had happened in my life - some of them worth mentioning, while others deserve none of the sort.

Quite recently, I actually snapped. Which basically means that I lost my cool, and that never happened before in the history of my life. I won't actually explain what happened, but one thing worth saying is that that event destroyed possibly three-quarter of the patience that I have. Considering how much of a patient man I am, that would probably mean that I am now a hot-tempered, sensitive, semi-emotional human.

Other than that, is a story of busybodies. I don't even know where to start - I simply don't understand why people can't just stay away from other people's personal affairs especially when one is as "uninvited guest".
Seriously, just handle your own lives and stop bugging others. If you feel offended by this, then good - I'm making a point.

Also I think I realized something. That I am slowly becoming vainer by the day. I guess it is good. I guess its time to stop being a couch potato and start to work harder. If I can train myself to play Dota 2 professionally, then why can't I just do the same for my body, right? I'm not getting any younger, and health could be an annoying issue. And girls like hot guys I guess. Hahaha.

Well.I said countless events but that's just an overstatement. Other than that I guess my life has been a generic, hectic, tiring process of waking up at 6 a.m. everyday and going to class until evening. And there are those posers and fakers - those usual bunch of hypocrites that I don't have to mention. Man but recently seeing some people putting on fake accents and fail miserably at it pisses me off. Can't even pronounce a word properly and you try to put on a Brit accent. That's just sad and low.

Ah well. I guess that's it from me. Will think of a poem to write soon. But not anytime soon. See ya'll. Have a great life and good luck dodging life's poop :)