Category Archives: Death

A Porcelain Shrine

A blotched out imagination, it hides just behind your words that were unspoken. A truth never made known, can you feel it pulsing into your eye holes. Feathered out storms, your mouth hadn’t lost the words. They were yellow with traitorous fixtures, unfathomable they bled from your porcelain shrine work.  Like a child’s play, incursions aplenty and blamed for that tragic endway.  You pushed against the wind, it chimed with the noise in your ear as it buzzed repeatedly choking your tones. The stairs were red, they couldn’t be seen for they were invisible. Helmets with a hundred head’s, addressed with encapsulation, buried in the sand without a hand to hold you.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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The Man With No Resolution

It began with a whimper, then a trust worthy sigh. That I frankly never wished was so. Uncanny he came, sweeping you off your feet with fast promises. Never blaming or casting doubt into the winds. He first took your sight, which came from the skies on insults. I blissfully recall this action, I didn’t ask for this much more than that. I can still feel it coming over the hillside, smashing feet like a thousand drums beating me down. He was once a clown, drenched in the sweat of the masses laughter. But it was all a show, it all became known throughout the memory. Of things that had passed through before. I guess we’ll never hear the truth, it would never come without the price.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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Sacrificial Lighthouse

Enough explanation could not be said, for it goes without saying how often tragedy binds us. With those few and far between momentarily final weights. The back and forth push along, the avoidance in a facetious components. You shiver as you quest out from where it began. Scratching the mind, with blending mausoleums. The people wished to be uprooted, from the graves of self comes denial. They were buried deep within the ground. The words of those who were once acknowledged, those were passing and decayed. Flinching did they know, we’re you found in that hole. It was fine, insistence on a bleaching eyelash. Dipped in the blood, sacrificial circumstances didn’t find you well this time. It lit up, like a bug fixing a hole in its nest.

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Could Not Find It All Here

Screaming in your ear, like a connection of broadband to the networks. They search for the data to continue the function, an army of numbers filled the circuits. Single file lining, it twirled awaiting your indulgence furiously. An explosion ever so tingling in your flickered light manifesting in a tuned wind draping. Abrupt and robust abbreviations, slathered on your wall within the drapes like candy coated fruit snacks. Neverware and fondly in remembrance, rainbows aren’t really colors at all. They gleam and glisten, as if they were crystals on a undiscovered planet for the first time. The views are yet distorted, inferior and complaining of any sort of folly. Little toy’s you used to enjoy, now disappear but its quite fine now you haven’t lost it all.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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Sometimes It Seems Pointless

Those glimpses into the dark hollow space, you want to make something out of that but its blank. Your emotions lacking, hadn’t been feeling any sort of way lately. But that wasn’t the point, you were far from an explanation like before it had all come down. This world couldn’t be anymore baseless in a truthful gaze. You always were so happy, but now its like none of that exists anymore. You may not see it now, but it’ll get better sooner or later my friend. And if it doesn’t, I guess its just a day to day push that’ll be harder than most. I don’t know if it improves, maybe the gorilla doesn’t leave the room. Maybe its all for nothing, and I’m just floating into oblivion

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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Thoughts On Anakin Skywalker

Definitely one of my favorite stories, the entire Star Wars Saga in general is really. But Anakin’s journey has impacted me more than a lot of villains. If that’s even what he was, I’m no so sure about that.

I saw a piece of art, of Anakin with his Helmet off like in Return Of The Jedi. And he had this very exhausted look in his eyes, and I just thought back to a Qui Gon Jinn quote that I recall.

“I can only protect you, I cannot fight a war for you”.

And then I got to reading about how much he suffered after being burned on Mustafar, and I kept thinking about how sad it made me. How much he put his own body through, he would only eat through tubes and couldn’t even function normally anymore.

And then I recall Rogue One, when Vader was submerged in the Bacta Tank, and how that was one of his few periods of relief. I just think we never truly consider someone’s agony, and people wonder why I relate to Anikin so much. People wonder why I never saw Kylo Ren as even comparable, possibly in the sense of power maybe, and that’s a really big MAYBE!!!

But just look at the stories, look at the reason behind the war Anakin waged. It was all for love, it was all to sustain that seemingly flawless emotion we call compassion. He wanted so badly to balance his love life, and his aspirations without losing total control. If his reactionary premise teaches us anything, it say’s that there’s no preventative measure for certain death. No matter how powerful you may be, or think you are when it comes for you that’s the end.

Anakin’s war began long before he met Padme though, he was always trying to measure up. Being the best, can be the kill switch of any sort of progressive move. He found a companion in Palpatine, the problem is his aspirations blinded him from the truth. Of what Palpatine really had intended all along. The whole thing makes me respect his character that much more.

He was still fighting for his Children, and his Wife even after post accident. Anikin still existed within, even though these two people were so different “Vader compared to Anikin”. He was a clear case of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Vader was born out of the chaos, but maybe survival in that world wasn’t possible without it? I don’t know, I often think about that.

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Short And Impotent

The fun phases in and out, the black doesn’t have any kind of pattern. It simply put is, and cannot blend into any other shades. Finding out that it hadn’t been long before, the great and powerful thunderous and capable of true fear. The picture fizzles and flocked, you thought you had imagined the scheme. Little blights, it figured you’d bend to the willpower without a single tear in your eye. Strangers happening, for you could not envision this trifled mess. Taking a huge untitled risk, you found it to be short of any kind of potency.  Those blank and tireless emotions seeped through, like a skinless goat unfeathered and worn. Those noises you hear, they aren’t human and they never were before now.

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