Just a note, still on an iPhone, which unfortunately doesn't support 'compose' mode- so no colors.
Alrite! Almost home! A shower, a bed that doesn't always deflate, T.V, and INTERNET!!! Mwahahaha!!!!
I don't have much to say, but it's been an awesome trip so far.
@Dragona Pine- I'm kinda still waiting for your reply to my reply to Alex's reply to Alex's own reply to yours to Kallista's reply to my reply to your inquiry.
.....I think...
If you got that, then go to the previous post and go from the bottom to the top.
That's, like, all I have to say, I will be busy unpacking and playing Internet games when I get back home, so I'll probably either post or talk again to u all in 12 hours time.
Cya then!
-Hellboy
YAY! Hellboy is back!
ReplyDeleteYay! You're coming back!
ReplyDelete:] Enjoy the internet games lol!
I'm on the overflow blog if anyone wants to talk.
ReplyDeleteEven tho it's 1:00 in the freakin' morning...
Hellboy, yeh I'm sorry for causing the argument on your holiday, it was unintentional. You're not a mindless sheep. Sorry about that.
ReplyDeleteThat's cool, Kallista. Thankyou for telling me.
ReplyDeleteI agree, and that is one of the reasons that i do hate Derek's Blog and the Overflow. I'd much rather to know what's happening in you're life and others on my blog, and then talking randoms with friends on the big blogs.
"Sending me down, memory lane,
My favorite record is playing again,"
..Sorry...listening to my music on shuffle. That's from Royksopp. Nowegian. Awesome.
"We rockin' it-CONTAGIOUS!-monkey business-OUTRAGEOUS!"
...'Pump it' by black eyed peas...soo damn catchy...
ARGH! FOCUS!
I'm not sure how i will do things when im gone back to school. It is a hell of a lot easier to talk to you when im not there, and even tho they have internet at school, it's mostly blocked. Did you know, on my blog, they actually let my blog go through the proxy, so i can see all the comments that you post and all, BUT THEY BLOCKED THE POST A COMMENT SECTION! I CAN'T REPLY :(
Okay, i'm starving for breaky, so i'm going to have to go now. If you have ANYTHING that needs telling, you can post it here. If it's super important and not something you want others to see, you can click on my icon in the 'Followers' spot and then click 'Send message'. That message goes straight to my email address. And privacy is right up there in my mind.
Trust me. My dad's a Counselor. ('and how does that make you feel?' is surprisingly the worst thing you could possibly say to someone in distress. :P)
Seeya!
-Hellboy
OH YEAH AND PLUS i wrote the next part on 'We the Kings', that ongoing story thing. If anyone want's to read it.
ReplyDeletehttp://thelochnessblogmonster.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-left-no-longer-had-names.html#comments
ReplyDeleteThe Susurrus
ReplyDeleteA susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of heaven and hell
Hellboy seeks with his far seeing eyes
That see beyond the future
To the time on the Morpheus Road
Where the great multitudes swarm
He seeks out each individual’s path
And their deathly destination
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of life and death
He sees an ancient figure
Bound for the ethereal plains
Filled with wraiths and phantasms
That hide in the mists and vapours
That torment the mind with ghosts and memories
From ages past
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of anger and sorrow
Hellboy watches a young child
Stand alone in the Field of Asphodel
His identity already fading
His pale spirit merging with the others
Joining the repetitious cycle
In the dreary grey grass
Of eternal stillness and neutrality
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of silence and commotion
Hellboy shades his eyes from the bold man’s fate
Who lived a life of cruelty and malice
Turning others joys incarnadine
As he walks the way to Sheol
To be purged in unquenchable fire
And smell the stench of his own roasting flesh
And taste the bitter flavour of charred hair and blackened skin
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of laughter and hatred
Yet here on the Morpheus road he spots a kindly woman
Who will spend her after life in the Blest Isles of Elysium
Safe from harm and suffering in an island of beauty paramount
Rewarded for her grace and virtue
She will find peace
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of war and peace
Yet few make the Blest Isles
Hellboy sighs
As the Road takes another victim
Destined for the dank dungeons of Vilhel
Where they will languish in the gloom
With slime brushed walls and dripping rocks
With only goats urine to sate their thirst
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of time and space
Far above the caves of Vilhel the sounds of feasting
Emanate from the Hall of Asgard
As a new arrival enters the Hall of Valhalla
To drink and feast in utmost luxury
Attended to by their personal Valkyrie
A mighty warrior devours a plump boar
As the mead flows freely
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of loneliness and companionship
The Pit of Tartarus
Hellboy shivers at the name
As he senses another soul
Enter oblivion
Tortured by beings greater than gods
Eyes stabbed out by mechanical men
The weeping sores oozing pus and blood
A plaything of Kronos
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of grief and comfort
Hellboy watches as another soul approaches the Pearly Gates
A convocation of angels in gold and white smile down
From the pure white banks of clouds that fill the pristine sky
An unearthly glow of majesty and splendour
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of order and chaos
The Five Rivers of Hades converge in a frothing torrent
Acheron- River of Sorrow
Cocytus- River of Lamentation
Phlegethon- River of Fire
Lethe- River of Oblivion
And Styx- River of Hate
They surround the Morpheus Road in swirling glory
In shades of darkest night to deepest crimson
And in the very centre of this quercivorous pool
With jet black obsidian shores
And amaranth tides
Stands a sentinel, a Silent One
Presiding over the multitude
Known only as Hellboy
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of air and fire
The sentinel looks out across the vast varied underworld
Yet fears to look into his own future
Or the core of his heart
He hears not the ringing for it is a knell
To summon him to heaven or to hell
A susurrus in the wind
A zephyr along the highway of humanity
Wow. You, Octaboona Ambrosius, are a truly amazing writer. You just...wow.
ReplyDeleteI swear, there's a tear in my eye :/
I was scrolling through these comments on my iPod, 12:00 at night, exhausted both physically and mentally, with a blank face, when I got to that poem.
A twitch. The smallest spark of confusion, then wonder, hope, and finally, emanating from within me, a smile. The twitch was replaced by a force greater than I have felt in a long time, and as I read on, the corners of my mouth upturned, completing it all into the biggest damn smile I've had in a long time. I wanted to laugh in joy at the poem's magnificence, but it was still late at night. So I read on, biding my time and being content with my big smiles.
Everytime someone passed, I would flick the iPod's screen down against my chest, close my eyes, and feign sleep, quickly wiping the smile away.
But then the person would leave, I would flick the iPod up again, and read on, my smile creeping back slowly.
The beauty! Your poem trumps anything I could of even dreamt of writing. Thankyou, Octa. Thankyou.