Tessa's PoetryCNR

[Tesseract Allen]

I feel like poetry, don't you?
And as such I show you this:

Tis love that I shall seek, though fiends and phantoms bar my path. The pureness in sight that mine eyes bring and thus the everlasting play and dance and hunt ensues. I wave and duck, ever encroaching, till I finally grace my self the question ' Did thou love me to' but then I see another. An invader has traced my path and stepped mere inches in front. He has denied me my final prize. And yet when I see the light they share I cannot help but know they're true. Though I may weep from sorrow I feel I shan't let mine hard work fall, I shall continue here with ever more vigor, I shall continue and not succumb to the cowardice that will deny me every drop of silver light that springs from their presence.

[Janet_Girl]

Is that your work?  Very nice. 

[Tesseract Allen]

Thanks! I love word smelting, it's really enjoyable to see the ore afterward.


Midnight takes my soul interfering
Taps and raps that are appearing
Curse my senses to become searing
Incessant knocking at my cellar door

I round about in anguish fearing
Who or what could be endearing
and what path that may be veering
The incessant knocking at my cellar door

I take it no more!

The bar is thrown with a screeching
my faint heart begins beseeching
attempting to quell my desperate reaching
to throw open my cellar door.

And before me stands a woman
Warped and twisted, gaunt and ugly
but with my face plastered on
And thus she crays "Become more!"

I stare in to those tortured eyes
my mouth hanging from surprise
my heart dies


*Never More!!!*

[Tesseract Allen]

Things have attached to me, something's there that shouldn't be. It's just a bag of flesh and blood but it effects me in the most terrible way. It just sitts there, carrying on, sending a drug that I do not want in to a system all to ready to receve. I limit the contact when I can but there is no way to staunch the flow. The parasite grows fat. Nothing left to do but build up enough evil to kill it. cut it off in more ways then one and stop being a reserve for the drug.

[Tesseract Allen]

I look on what I can become, endless possibilites among the throng.
So much and so little can be done on what will be the write of my life.
Fingertips buzzing with the energy I hold, only twenty and seeing the world.

The problem with possibilites held  is the sheer number given.
I freeze up and throw myself in to a stall from which it feels is nigh impossible to pull out of.
Fire and cold death await my touchdown.

I must choose my time and what it will manifest, what I chose to bring out of the folds of my fleshy circuitry. I must find my path within the world so that I will live in happiness for as long as possible, a drive I must develop then.

Single me out from the masses, what dreams I have of what I am.

Await my return from the slumber my life has taken to be work for when I finally tear the sedeted cocoon that I have donned I shall rise.

None will stop me.

[Tesseract Allen]

See what I have in my hand?
It's a grandiose dream, a titter from sheep.
It takes shape in paisley patterns of green, purple, red and sunflower.

Shaped of dust grown in head shaped containers it feeds itself mutters of thought
Spreads them over a greenhouse of sister boxes to produce offspring in shades of gray
Those in turn eat the mutters of thought and create patterns of their own.

A never ending cycle of fantasy.

[Tesseract Allen]

Twin souls intertwined in one body
one struggling to be herself
to evolve

The other dragging them both down
...willing them to the pits of hell
Brining them both to the edge of the world

The girl is ever pupating within the other's chains
stunted by their tightness

Confidence and insecurity.
I wish one day they'd merge.

[Tesseract Allen]

CC and on it's way to a publisher.


Avast! Stand fast! Do not cower.
It's all your fault and yet you glower.
You should have thought before you acted
but now time has been redacted.
You screwed the pooch, you bought the basket
now how do you intend to fix it?

Who? What me?
No, I'm not aloud you see.
Omni-present? Don't be rude.
You must think me such a prude,
to have unlimited power at my command
and still not stop to lend a hand.

You tried to stop entropy
yet you just stopped your galaxy.
You failed the simplest of tasks
you think you can still ask.
A divine being such as me
has no time for such, you see?
Your universe is one of many.
Dime a dozen, cheep and plenty,
not much here but dust and ash;
nothing special, not much class.
But there may be a thing worth saving
something I have long been craving.

Give her too me you agar kings
we will see what gifts she brings.
Who you ask.
You still think you deserve that task?
But if compelled, I guess I must:
A daughter born within this lust.
Hurry now, time is at an end,
not much more you can defend.
All that's left is need
that you all must feed.
Propagation of the species
The drive that's always made me queasy.
Quick give her too me!
Ahh, now I'll leave you be

Universe start,
slowly tear these stars apart.

Okay, I lied
I had more time to bide.
I stopped your time
a slight crime
but the ancient write is satisfied
it is affixed on my pride
'A child must be given.
Taken and she will be ribbon,
never to take to time
not one to take up the rhyme.'

Enjoy the rest of your lives
I will tend to my prize

Hello little one, mummy's here
you have nothing to fear
I will teach you everything
and bring you to the next level of being.