the time to hesitate [ VERDILAC ] is through
October 22, 2011 - 12:22am — Rutilus
BASICS
the poet sits and stares a while into oblivion
he questions the unknown, the known, the doors
open the door to my world of thought and dreams
come with me into the realms of uncertainty
REAL NAME : Morrison ???
FOREST ALIAS : Verdilac
GENDER : Male
SEXUALITY : Bisexual; doesn't care
CRUSH/MATE : None.
AGE : Adult. Around 25 in human years.
PICTOGRAM : inbetween
VOICE : grey
ORIGINS : The human world
FORMS : Deer & Human
PERSONALITY
The days grow shorter with every leaf that falls,
clinging to its mother, the last of rust-infested children.
At night the stars corrupt our once-innocent adult minds,
and leave us to dream again, wandering the forest floor
A character with two very different sides and almost no inbetween, as if two different entities, but one and the same nonetheless.
ONE SIDE
A poet, if nothing else. Contemplative and philosophical. Gentle. Loyal. Blunt. Fun-loving. Hangs out with everyone and anyone. Seeks company. Quiet. Empathetic. Considerate.
FLIPSIDE
A rebel. Out to change the way people think. Manipulative. Loud. Wild. Volatile. Provocative. Sexual. Stubborn. Arrogant. Blunt.
APPEARANCE
scarlet flag, wind in my sails, pilot of the storm
I watched the ocean plunge him beneath the waves
and the lord of the flies keeps calm, and carries on
even if just for a moment and takes me with him
Fan Pelt. No/Kabuki Mask. Ram Antlers.
Muscular yet slim. Masculine. Handsome. Angelic. Devilish.
RELATIONSHIPS
Stresses you - you have to care because you think they care
Pick your words carefully - might step on someone's toes
Hurt those precious feelings everybody talks about
Stop pretending. You're hollow like the rest of us - void.
...
ART/WRITINGS
tiny droplets of breath
stolen from the drowning hope
of a man who lived to be alive
and who died to live on
none
THE WORLD...
The world is quiet here
In a brainless starfish embrace
Swept deep beneath the sea
An octopus' garden of slumber just for me
The world is calm here
Simplistic chains and webs of life
Sharks swim low and fish swim deep
They leave me to think, they leave me to breathe
The world is dead here
No music, no voices, no sweet reassurance
Only echoes and bubbles that drift away
Lanterns of the night in no man's land
Been looking for this too.
omnomnom c':
Definitely stalking tracking
stalkingtracking this utterly lovely guy C8.Carnival will stalk him forever.
You find the prettiest pictos WHY.
Sup~