I'm Taco, a romantic poet with too much time on his hands n.n

I enjoy artsy things such as drawing and writing stories. I also play a lot of video games, seeing as how making them is what I will be doing for the rest of my life.

My life is surrounded by joy and wonderful people. I haven't always had it this good, but I sure as hell couldn't have it any better right now. My friends are amazing and I have been achieving more in my life than I ever dreamed possible. 

Sitting around, doing nothing all day. Finding no joy in life and not having any fun. Everything seems like it's worthless and you really couldn't care less about other people. Smiles are fake and laughter is hollow. Sometimes it would be better if you didn't wake up in the morning and did the same things you are doing now in a less colorful world. I have been there, and never again do I wish to return. Now my smiles are genuine. Now my laughter is true. This is due to a few select people in my life, and you most likely know who you are, and so I thank you. I thank you with all that I am, for it wouldn't be if it weren't for all of you.

I sing a lot and am in my school's choir. I love music and you should too, for it is the biggest motivating force that I have ever known. Below is a list of amazing artists that you should totally check out n.n

Underoath
Dance Gavin Dance
Blessthefall
Miss May I
Emarosa
Escape The Fate
Attack Attack!(hardcore)
Attack! Attack!(not hardcore)
The Devil Wears Prada
Norma Jean
Dualistics
A Day To Remember
Bring Me The Horizon
Hawthorne Heights
All That Remains
Red
Skillet
Enter Shikari
A Perfect Circle
Tool
10 Years
Nujabes
Cise Star
Substantial
Flobots

I write a lot when I feel overly inspired :D

Taco of The Funk's Stories

Here are some poems I've written.

Valkyrie:

This is not a battlefield.
And this is not a war.
Pick up the pieces
Left behind by the gore.

Velvet wings soar high above.
Ultimate and darker than death.
In song and merriment they point,
At those who will spend their last breath.

There is no hall of heroes,
Built by the chooser of the slain.
Only ashes as white as snow
That hope to bury the pain.

So put down your sword,
And put down your shield.
There is no glory here.
No honor to yield.

Close your eyes now, to rest.
And be taken on this bed.
May your spirit now be at peace,
If there is any peace, for the dead.


The Dawn of Reckoning:

These wings of black shed their feathers,
And blood shall rain from the sky.
Not of the innocent, but the wicked will weep.
For the streets shall be soused in crimson.

As darkness falls, we shall rise,
And in horror, they will run.
Teeming with fear shall they be.
An irony so sweet.

As they cower in the night, we will revel.
Revel in the light that will be brought forth
From the cries of malignant men,
And the cheers of the auspicious.

So arise my brothers, arise.
For we knock on Hell's door tonight.
Fly into Apollyon's abyss
With thy sword and spear raised.

Pierce this heart of darkness.
Bring peace to the fallen.
Bathe in the blood of evil.
Bathe in it's blood, tonight.


Ethereal:

Defer to rejoice upon the refuse of war.
Riots occur daily during storms of wind and rain.
Throughout and within, they rage like a tempest.
They cry no longer in sorrow, but in delight.
Weary as they have become, their work remains unfeigned.
Peace now roams inside the halls of the lurid and obscure.
No longer bleak, is the pathway unto accord.


The Crowning Breath:

This vigil now burns brightly
As I embrace this scythe of petals into my flesh.
Why has no one yet told me?
I no longer see my breath.

The darkness stands before me.
I face it, all alone.
It's eyes never stop staring.
I feel now that I must go.

The cold wind now, takes me.
Into this gray winter sky.
These wings spread now, greatly.
And still no one has told me why.

Out of the darkness, I ascend.
Solemnly spiraling through the air.
The silver clouds rush by me.
To take a look down, I dare.

The stars now surround me.
Oh God, where have I gone?
I'm by myself now completely.
The darkness now, has won.

I open my eyes for the last time.
Gazing with horror at the scene.
The scarlet stains everywhere.
So it wasn't just a dream.


Radiance:

The radiant warmth cast upon me.
This vast expanse of happiness
Is my favorite place to be.
Accidentally found, was this riptide of beauty.

As I stand speechless, it moves farther away
Farther away and farther still.
My heart breaks.
And I am left devastated.

I wander amongst the shadows of sorrow.
Aimlessly moving my legs.
And they stop at the familiar sensation.
A warmth so long since felt.

I open my eyes for the first time
And find myself gazing upon you.
The smile that reflected what seemed to be the sun.
Was right in front of me all along.


Redeemer:

A plague so terrible I could die.
No feeling, no hope.
Help me spread my wings and fly.
To hold you, is all I wish.

And at last, I am saved.
Finally absolved of this disease.
My savior, nowhere to be seen.
And I am pushed to the brink.

Resolute, no longer.
My bravery stripped away.
But then you appear again.
My guardian angel.

Your light shines upon me.
And in the warmth, I am delivered.
The horizon is so far away now.
The horizon is so far away.


The Betrayal:

He throws his life away, day by day.
His path writ in blood and iron.
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
A grand martyr you have made.
Death was the perfect way to end the charade.

A facade so sweet, no being would foresee.
An endless macabre cast upon them.
Lament engraved unto their once so blithe faces.
Was it worth what you have achieved?
The extinction of the innocent.

A new era approaches.
The zenith of the carnage elapsed.
Liberated, are the souls of the slaughtered.
Lifted is the bereavement from their shoulders.
Judas draws breath no more.