Reflections X

Most descisions are best made on a level head, after a chance to think about it. However, I am not allowed to breathe, nor stop for air, nor hope for respite.

It is expected, nay, COMMANDED, that i run on all gears, high octane, all the time. Non stop. Around the freaking clock. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.

My community decrees that all must go the same speed: Ludicrous speed. Anyone who stops is only displaying their weakness. Afterall, so many bare heavier loads and continue on, why cant you do it? Anyone who stops, even if for but a moment, is weak, and is a cancer that ought to be removed from society. Forcibly, if nessasary.

I cannot stop anymore.

I stopped, and was 'politely escorted' from civilized company. I stopped, and have been ostracised by many. I stopped, and most of my sanity kept ****ing on going. Add my many flaws to the mix, and my continued drive to keep going but for one reason, and one reason only:

Survival, that I may not be so unfortunate as to draw unwanted attention to myself.

I see what you did here! Just a question, why is it called the Marble Fawn?

I liked your Politics Poem, which sadly people won't listen to, and one or two that you didn't name (Tsk).

Just a question, why is it called the Marble Fawn?

Depression slowly steals the part,
And wraps its fingers 'round my heart.
And at the bath where birds did play,
Silence reigns for another day.

How fleetly runs the marble fawn,
Gracefully leaping cross the lawn!
But tendrils leap up at my heart,
And quickly crush that beating part.

I liked your Politics Poem

Thanks bro.

and one or two that you didn't name (Tsk).

I don't like titles; I'm pretty bad at them. I'm working on an Ars Poetica, and its got a pretty sweet title I think: The Wrath of the Eagle.

I don't like titles; I'm pretty bad at them.

Well, a title actually tells a lot about a poem if you think about it. Or it might be because I'm pushed towards analysing poems to the extremes by my teachers. Bollocks.

Or it might be because I'm pushed towards analysing poems to the extremes by my teachers. Bollocks.

Lets go with that one. ^^

Thunderclap

The bombs bring terror.
Demonic claws break our back;
Our world up in flames.

Do you not realize the story is amazing?!? MOAAAAAR!!111!1

Do you not realize the story is amazing?!? MOAAAAAR!!111!1

Story? What story? Reflections isn't a story, in as much as a personal... Reflection.

Unless you mean the thing with chapters. I've stopped writing it, as the next parts will be based heavily on what Mav does in the WoM, so...

But I'll assume you like both of them, to boost my ego. :D

You could make your first line your title; its the same way Emily Dickinsons poems were titled. 
And your ego should be boosted, you are very talented.

You could make your first line your title; its the same way Emily Dickinsons poems were titled.

I'll have to remember to try that next time. Thanks for the suggestion.

And your ego should be boosted, you are very talented.

Thanks! But don't tell my ego that, as he might get an inflated view of himself.

Yes, my ego is large enough to warrant a seperate entity. In hindsight, perhaps not one of my best ideas...