~rinrosk

You may not want such a thing as I.
Hate and darkness have you and I.
My darkness I hope helps you move on.
But if you come back I left a single light on.
I came to realize what light I have can be covered upon others.
The strength I have is not a flaw.
The love and dedication I will survive.
Even should I be a villain and die.
As long as you are happy...I'll let my insides decayy..

However, now is the rebirth of me.
Friday, March 15th, 2015 it maybe.
Having fused myself with parts of monsters wasn't my intentt.
I hid in shells to repent.
I cast whagt I fused to the wind.
What I am now is only human.
Fear me, love me, hate me, save me.
Its not about that, but just maybe.

I can take the blows, the hits, the punches and kicks.
It hurts once and awhile, but no longer can numb I be to it.

Put all gallery art in the correct places and organize your pet folder.

Contest ends, no entries. ><

So, I am thinking on doing a series of very short stories based around dysfunctional young furry adults who are questioning their genders, their love life, heck even religion if at all possible. If you know the struggle, can help me get the characters right, or feel like your valuable input then let me know. There will be wall knocking(sex), prey that preys(both the victim and the one on the hunt will be a lesser of something much bigger....

There is a great darkness in you I have to admit. But somehow your too arrogant and hot headed you can't see anything wrong that is happening. Moving in with someone has to be a professional experience. This person has said your name 50 times over a ten minute period. Money doesn't equal happy and addiction and obsession will not make happiness. If you would only listen and be a bit more receptive of your situation then maybe you could stop, take a quick look around you and realize that the places you are heading are worse then the old ones. You call the people on the internet friends, but then you say that me having worked to help you whilst I had met you on the net was a bad thing, your contradicting yourself by actions. Your moving towards that persons house and I cannot get you to see this is a bad choice.

I will keep my dignity because you *will* be hurt.
I am able to sense this. You think I am a liar? Well go ahead.
You think I'm back stabbing? No, I stabbed you while looking into your eyes and smiling.
I did it not only to let you go, but as an attempt to allow you to say goodbye and rest so you can drop everything and focus all your hate on me.

I was a good person but you don't think behind words. You think above them and arrogance is hard thing to control.

This is my one and only journal entry on the subject. As I am moving on now.


(My words are jumbled due to detaching from the situation and letting go.)

Oh, I wish I had a butt.
I have nothing there.
Hurts to sit down.
Pretty much everywhere.

Being goofy is my thing.
But without any butt to sit....
I must be kinda lame?

Where did it go?
I never had this problem as a kid..
People don't notice.
But, to me as a kid it never did.

A butt's a butt right?
Be proud of yours.
Moon people you hate.
Hopefully return safe.

Your flat butt will thank you.
So sit on your bed.
At least it doesn't feel like dead.