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 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!
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.
You can also get my books here, for the readers out there.
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!
Two hearts feel twice the pain. Regeneration just changes my face. To what else do I gain? A different personality running the same pace. Carrying the burden of time. You lot are the ones that help ease it. My companions always in their prime, getting rid of my sorrow bit by bit. It’s always there when they break my hearts. I try not to get involved. I always end up in the places that it starts, the problems that needed to be solved. My curiosity gets the better of me. Is there a time I will ever see?
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.”
Brandan Chapman 