What was I going to say?
The door was closed.
I wanted to knock but,
I was afraid.
What was I going to write?
The blank note and pen
shaking in my hands.
Space under the door was just enough.
Why did I have to wake up?
Such a dream told me so much,
and so little.
I want to go back to sleep.
You seemed to know how I felt.
In reality, I don’t think you do.
How the heart retains such emotion
to feel things even after such a time…
Even an attempt at getting over
the huge barrier of feelings is such a task…
Something always there to remind me
the way I feel about you…
At what cost would it take
to turn back time and start again?
Such a fantasy, the thoughts
of getting a do-over…
But is it?
And just like that I caved.
I couldn’t help it.
Every day the thoughts build up uncontrollably.
How can I resist what I’ve had such strong feelings for?
And just like that, I’m saddened.
Because I messed up.
I live with that every day.
Can I simply change who I am to be with who I want?
And there sat a box of masks.
I want to be real.
Every single day I wish to be me.
Can I not be happy how I am?
Staring endlessly at the white pages before me,
I am constantly reminded of you.
You were my muse,
probably more so than anyone.
In my new way of thinking,
it’s quite hard to hate you.
I brought it upon myself,
yet it was so easy in the past.
As the block consumes my mind,
I wish for your happiness.
For both our sake,
don’t give in to the evils of the world.
For I know a new muse is out there,
broken and shattered, just like me.
I still really don’t know if this is any achievement. But for a Disney Tron-specific blog, I think it is.Thank you all who have followed my love Tron and share it as well! I will continue to post Tron content on there daily! And if Tron isn’t your fix of Tumblr, try following my author blog. I post video game stuff, writing stuff, samples of my own work, and lots of other stuff!
Keep fighting for the Users! Tron Lives! Flynn Lives!
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.
I have recently discovered a pretty cool group on Steam called The Finest Writers.You can post poems, stories, and talk with other gaming writers in the group. I’ll be posting on there as well as on my blog here.
Check out the group here: http://steamcommunity.com/groups/TheFinestWriters
Check out my steam profile here: http://steamcommunity.com/id/brandanchapman/
Feel free to add me on Steam!
Brandan Chapman 