Admiring from afar, I learned of the black rose.
She was quite beautiful, but the door was closed.
With eyes of blue and green,
They were the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen.
With lips of green apple,
Kissing them was an idea I had to grapple.
The day she could be my rose,
The day I could be the Doctor, I suppose.
I offer the feelings of two hearts,
to the black rose of the arts.
I have two tumblr blogs set up. One is my popular DisneyTronBlog with almost 700 followers! (I don’t know if that really is a lot or not)
The other is a blog I made when I converted the first one to a Tron-based blog. It’s where I’ll post more personal stuff, like my poems, Alan Wake stuff, writing related pictures/posts. and non-tron things. Doctor Who pictures/gifs and other BBC shows will be shared on to there as well. It’s easy to find too. It’s just BrandanChapman. I’ll post my blog and journal updates on there as well.
If you’re a fan of Tumblr, this would be an easier means as to follow me, if you lack a Facebook, DeviantArt, Twitter, or even Google+. You can follow me just about anywhere online! If you like games, I like to stream on Twitch. I’ll post any of my decent streams on Youtube. I want to also start making vlogs. More to come on that. I may even read my book prologues for videos.
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When my thoughts take flight, I feel alive.
Discovering my own hearts so I can survive.
My mind clouds with ideas scattered.
Yet these thoughts are not tattered.
Ink to a page, words to my lips.
Letting the ideas from my fingertips slip.
Worlds never told, existing.
Thoughts always assisting.
To put it simply, it’s expression.
Writing is my obsession.
Venturing into the pits of ice,
shivering in the lonely black.
It happened at a throw of dice,
losing the warmth somewhere back.
Whispers in her voice flow with the wind,
it’s all around to escape such a heavenly noise.
My chilled voice follows all of those sinned,
with the absence of all of our joys.
What comes next, after the forges and now the pits.
A fortress of despair? Castle of sorrow?
I push on, continuing takings the icy hits,
wishing to make it, hoping time will let me borrow.
The darkness at the bottom engulfs me.
I search for safety.
I’m pulled into the light by a helping hand.
She pulled me into a tunnel, drained of water.
Light lit the small rooms.
The girl led the way, like a older sibling.
Other people were here too,
But I couldn’t bare to look at them.
I can’t stay this way here forever.
She led me to the core of this city.
She says there is only one escape.
To the surface, from this city of Rapture.
I’m the helper of those who cannot be helped.
I’m the caretaker to those that need care.
I’m the defender of the weak.
I’m the one who will save the day.
Who am I?
I
Am
The
Doctor.
Type forty, always helping out.
Never failing, that’s without doubt.
Taking me to the places I need to be,
to the places that I needed to see.
So much more out there,
the vast universe we all share.
Always something new or something old,
Time always has a different story to be told.
Onwards! Allons-y! Geronimo!
To the places that I love to go!
Oh Sexy, you know me well.
You’re always there, even when I yell.
Let’s go someplace exciting!
Oh, how delighting!
The ones that get close,
always seem to get burned.
Being like fire, everyone knows,
is a lesson that ought to be learned.
They break my hearts,
as I break theirs.
That’s the end as another starts,
these adventures that I share.
Like ice and rage,
like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.
A new chapter, a new page,
making danger into loads of fun.
My pain is ancient and forever,
as my broken hearts never seem to heal.
All the times I think I’m clever,
just trying to make this love real.
I burn at the centre of time,
and I can see the turn of the universe.
Are my thoughts such a crime,
that I may not even attempt to converse?
A day it would be, that I wait to be cheerful,
is the day that someone describes me with, “And he’s wonderful.”
Awful lot of running to be done.
Together we’ll have loads of fun.
Let’s not be too drastic!
You and I are so fantastic.
Quickly to Barcelona!
I know I just changed my persona.
Fine, let’s attend the holidays.
I’ll soon get back into my jolly ways.
A temp, a doctor, and back to the temp again,
Thinking next time I may refrain.
You were always so resilient,
and to me, you were so brilliant.
Fish fingers and custard!
Bringing your hubby will just make him flustered!
Always remember the first rule,
but foremost, remember to be cool.
When I met you it began with “Run!”
Together, seeing planets, we had so much fun.
My rose, you were so enthusiastic,
The both of us were so fantastic.
I have a new face, but you learned to love me.
I grabbed your hand and said “Allons-y!”
Our time quickly ran out before I could say,
I love you, on that fateful day.
I am trying to replace that feeling inside,
But to the rules of time I must abide.
I got to see you once before we even met.
You looked so brilliant.
Changed again, and I think of you from time to time.
My new friends were a whole new mountain to climb.
They left me, leaving me like a fool.
Because now I always think of them when I say things are cool.
One of my few Doctor Who poems I wrote for my first Creative Writing class.
Brandan Chapman 