I know you always say, That I can do anything, If I only just believe.
I’m not one to fight, Against that idealistic strife, But I thought maybe you should know, Your not helping anyone, With that kind of talk. The world is far to complicated, To be solved with cheesy one-liners, And fortune cookie encouragements.
And yet when I need help, Those sorts of things are all I hear, Does it help you assuage your guilt, Of not helping those in need?
If you really believe that you can do anything, Then why have you not yet helped me?
Either you are more powerless then you thought, Or you really don’t care.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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As it turns out I’m bad at remembering to do reblog Mondays…so I guess I’m switching back to Friday.
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