#beasty's stuff

I’ll add the guidelines to the Voice Acting Commissions later down the line. For as much detail on your commission as you want, feel free to contact me at [email protected] or through Tumblr messages to discuss the content guidelines. You can expect your commissions within the first week by midnight. I’m kind of a night owl. If you don’t want anything of the sort, please do tip me a Ko-fi (http://ko-fi.com/beastikups) or tack it on to the commission, your choice. If none of this is your speed, I always love a signal boost. I also forgot to add a PayPal link (https://www.paypal.me/mattb1me).  Thank you all for your consideration!

No difference, no traits, And no spandex. He looked like anyone, And he knew he wanted that. A chance to leave his stress, Turn a profit, Pay something. He had appointments, shifts, Dinners, papers, in-laws, In bed and in the shower Each day, every day. Commute, serve, return, rest. No more, no less. He looked like anyone. This was the way, right? Wearing, day by day; Screeching, droning, searing Monotony. Sun and Moon are chained together, Nothing is different. It can never rise higher. Doesn't worse. Doesn't get better. He looked like anyone, And it's killing him.

She had a baby. Whose face was the sky. She kept him weighed down For fear he would fly And forget to come down and So he'd be lost. She kept her son close At a heavyweight cost. Each day brought More tiresome things. Each weight she gave Added feathers to wings. Every beat of the chains Made his feathers grow strong. Before she could stop it, The winged boy was gone.

Let's be concise, All beginnings are messy. Aimless spots, Tottering phrases. Lines that Make no Sense. No one will see The blood you paint. The tears that line Every word, idea, every story of you. And they won't. But that is what you are. The design in the street, The whisper on the shelf. Find your color You. That is the unseen promise Upon every quiet easel, In every unmarked page.

Strangled Wrapped Constricted Seized Grasped Subdued By what you've done to me. I give Compromise Sacrifice Everything Nothing But silence From you. Haven't I earned better? Did I wrong you with my Boundless acts, Choking my desires To uphold yours? Now I suffocate, And you can't see. Not sure if you want to.

Ghost white sphere, you and I. My humble home Alone in the sky. Mail is a hassle, That's obvious. Do I even need it? What bill would I pay? Crater taxes? Basketball is the best. Every stride a slam dunk! Soccer is kinda good, At least for a kick or two. Football is an out, Since I'm the only one. How can a lunar settler Continue the fun? I write in the starry dots And watch the blue orb spin. The beauty of home far away Is medicine for pens. Like bottled letters, tiny packs Sail words to my beloved. They don't respond. I understand. NASA can't UPS. On deeper nights, the wolves cry In united song to my stoic abode. I catch myself responding in kind. I'm glad I live alone. Not true. I'm sorry. That's a lie. No tears fall this moonlit ride. The stress sinks into my face Dark as the seas Around the hollowbright crown. Poems light the stellar tide: Across the star-ways, hear my wish: I didn't want to leave the world, I wanted you to treasure mine.

Good news! I have been working with Createspace, and I am on the cusp of getting my first book published! Stay tuned for more information as it unfolds! It's real! It's happening!

What use is gold to a king? Aren't more rubies extravagant? What use is a crown on a crown For a king? In case he forgets His majesty? Or is the kingdom not enough? His lineage not enough? Is the command of near and foreign Loyalty not enough? Does the robe need robe-ing? There is splendor, yes, of course, But gold can't rise onto the chariot. As memory serves, the king is His deed. Or does he forget That monsters too have keeps?