Similar Opposites
if high is low,
and low is high,
then is up down,
and the converse true as well,
we live in a world of warped perspective,
where few share the same point of view,
forwards for me,
may be sideways for you.
and even if you are said to be my opposite,
that may still be true,
perhaps similar opposites,
are not so similar,
perhaps we need no opposites,
perhaps I shall still choose to believe that down is down,
when it has clearly become up,
perhaps if I choose to believe it to be down,
then for me its is,
perhaps...
Tomorrows Dreams
I dream at day of happy futures,
and as I journey to tomorrow,
I find happiness on my way,
time passes,
my dreams are ever distant,
I lose hope that I will reach them,
I give up my dreams for now,
I decide to seek new dreams,
for I realize I may never reach the old,
now tomorrow comes,
but happiness is fleeting and will not be caught,
is the journey happiness? ,
and now I wish for my old dreams,
forever forgotten,
what were they?,
did I ever reach them?
The Human Condition
I ask of a man, what is life? joy
I ask of a man, what is disease? pain
I ask of a man, what is death? freedom
so I ask of you, from what must we be free?
The Folly of Heroes
the gods bow before me,
I cast the die and never fail,
my courage is matched only by my blindness,
I am a tool to be wielded,
I fight for what is just and right,
the people rally behind me,
my dark masters direct me,
as a puppeteer directs his puppets,
I bask in the glory of my unholy crusade,
and yet, all will work out in the end,
and I'll come home to the girl in the blue dress
Paint By Feelings
tangibly untouchable,
a swirling vortex of color,
some light, others dark,
I must control them,
even as they control me,
I cannot choose them,
others paint my canvas,
woe be unto the artist whose skill is poor,
for in return, I shall paint their canvas,
a vicious cycle that few break,
examine my canvas and see the colors,
it is against the rules to share,
ancient conventions we mindlessly follow,
the new day does not always clean away the paint,
the easel may be stained, though,
light never stains,
...
may your canvas be brighter then mine
Trying In Vain
I stick in the knife,
but the heart beats,
I douse the flame,
but the spark immolates,
I starve the mother,
but the babe weans,
I paddle towards the sea,
but the water flows upstream,
I close the clasp,
but the chain breaks,
I bind the wound,
but still I bleed,
all things are alike,
and all things are contrary,
my actions speak for themselves
After Absolutes
at the end of time,
I look forward,
at the beginning,
I look back,
at the end of eternity,
I ask more,
in a single moment,
I ask less,
for me, my moments are endless,
and all of time lasts but a moment
Such Are Consequences
the cold wind blows,
the headman calls,
my soul hardens,
my skin is pale,
inside I twist the untwistable,
I reach the unreachable,
and then all is well,
my heart is at peace,
my fear is gone,
my soul is light,
I reach solace,
I find resoloution,
the pain of my future matters not,
I live in the now
Patterned Chaos
The nodes stretch before me,
I see the paths between,
I watch as others take wrong turns,
but they do not see as I,
so pointing would only distract them,
they laugh at my ignorance,
I pity them for their inabilities,
they are as blind men,
describing the colors of the scenery,
as their blind guests worship them,
for the glorious sight that they posess,
and though there is anger,
my sadness is greater,
for they believe that their phantoms,
are as real as the truth that I see
King Jerriah IV kneeled on his balcony, looked to the heavens, and prayed. "Please Lord, send a bride for my son, who is strong where he is weak, and do it in a way I cannot fail to see. I thank thee for the many years thou have given me, and those years that thou have in store for me. Amen." The King looked up and saw a new star that seemed to be growing.
Aboard G.S.F. Shevvil 083 yet more alarms went off. Karroull examined the alert panel and realized there was no way for him to save the ship. He looked pleadingly at the sleeping girl. A piercing squeel went off as the shipcabin began to lose pressure. Karroull Gave the girl an injection a
The Riddle Unknown
the clock ticks, the hands turn, my days are long,
it hunts me, it traps me, it frees me,
free from it, I seek it,
captured, I seek escape,
without it my life is pale, and with it I must struggle agains the color,
it is my mantra, my assassin, it can even be my friend,
with it things are better, with it things are worse,
it is the floating point around which all occurs,
it is part of the spark that makes life,
so too does it bring death,
I sometimes use it to get time,
and time brings it to us all,
though you can define it, it cannot be pinned,
can you name it?
Lifes Burdens
if time heals all wounds,
then why do mine seem to grow,
I hold them close,
and I wait,
but they only spread,
truly, I am certain,
time will kill me
Purpose
seemingly active, I am idle,
there is no fire in my actions,
as I busily wait, time passes,
days visit, then leave,
sometimes I see sparks,
the glow gives me hope for more,
strong gusts keep me waiting,
will my flame appear?
Forgotten Dreams
they say that I dream, and I know that I do,
but they tell me that there are those I do not remember,
does this mean I have forgotten my hope, my goals, my purpose?,
is this why I lack direction, or do I remember all my dreams?,
the problem with forgetting completely, you forget forgetting,
so I ask... were they good, were they sad, were they real?,
were they fantasy, or prophesy, maybe hidden truths?,
if no-one is the same, then does sleep truly bring everyone dreams?,
I will ignore these ghosts, my daydreams bring fiction future and truth,
I do not need these phantoms, my daydreams will sustain me
Contrast
now you know the meaning of hell,
it is to late to seek shelter,
your life is behind you,
your death ahead,
then you see it,
chance has placed you at the center,
time slows for you as it flashes by,
your one moment,
your forever moment,
your last moment
My Peers
they fear me, they love me, they hate me,
their eyes leer with disgust, and bore holes into my happiness,
their smiles fill me with joy, a few words can decide my fate,
not always what I expect, between good and bad, bad is chosen,
they fear me, they love me, they hate me,
laughter can be for you, or against you, and sometimes they won't tell,
it hurts more when they don't, and you know, creativity is crushed,
mediocraty is prime, a cesspool of mob mentality,
they fear me, they love me, they hate me,
to be friends with most I must give, and they will only take,
with those that do not need the giving, I wish to give the mos
The Moment
my heart pumps,
dadunk dadunk dadunk
my focus filters out the noise,
but after, I still remember the sound,
my finger tightens,
the moment is soon,
my heart screams,
NOW NOW NOW,
but for now I wait,
and then,
it is time,
I squeeze the trigger,
and release fills me,
It does not matter if I hit,
for the moment has passed,
it no longer matters,
and yet,
as the shot plows into my target,
I know,
it is this moment that I live for
Current Residence: a cubicle.. er.. studio appartment Favourite genre of music: Techno.. I've decided.. Favourite photographer: dont have one Favourite style of art: Manga Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: my ubertastic laptop Shell of choice: AstonShell Wallpaper of choice: Ummm any animeish wallpaper... maybe something by my fav artist Skin of choice: Aston 1.9.1 for most things... all good things for ragnarok Favourite cartoon character: Chiyo Mihama Personal Quote: "____ of Doom"
Favourite Visual Artist
Ken Akamatsu
Favourite Movies
.... what's a movie?
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Offspring
Favourite Writers
Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Elizabeth Moon, Anne Mcaffrey, L.E.Modesitt... and more
Favourite Games
mmm I have several on the top I'd put Ghost In The Shell, FFXI, and Wipeout Fusion
So I haven't been here in a while. I don't know why I haven't, there is alot of cool stuff here.
My life has been different lately. I got into a serious relationship, and I am seriously in love. She says she is in love with me as well and I believe it. We live together and it's a problem. I have always had difficulty dealing with my anger, but ultimately I have learned to ask people to give me space. When I calm down I go back, apologize for my bullshit and move on. My girlfriend either chooses not to give me space or cannot.
2 years ago, I got angry and I hit her. It's the only time I've ever hit a woman, and I hate myself for it. Every ti
uhmmm.. yeah.. so I've been generally being sloth.. playing games, watching anime, reading.. lots of reading.. some writing.. i started writing a love story.. which is scary considering ive never been in love before.. im thinking about getting a nextgen system.. i have all the lastgen so.... i think its time to get with the times.. maybe.. maybe i need a HDMI capable tv first.. i've been skipping around between different games alot lately.. oh! im being paid for programming.. that should go here.. some of my friends moved to the town i live in- and i made a few new friends, so im feeling a bit less alone now.. still no really really really cl
thats about it.. i came i saw there were no comments on my work, i had nothing to post (my laptop is broken, to be fixed soon, has all my work)
and now im leaving, feel free to look at whats already here, i do want criticism, tell me its wrong, tell me its bad, just so long as you explain why
your writing makes me feel like i suck at writing.. not the happiest compliment, but don't worry, i'm not quitting just because you are better at it than me, i already knew i was low on the totem pole of writers, after all i've never felt comfortable sharing anything longer than two pages with anyone. inevitably leading to a lack of focus due to the lack of support from people who want to read my writing, since no-one has gotten to read it. then there's my horrible grammar. i don't really know where i should be putting my commas and periods, or where one paragraph ends and another begins... i bet you can tell >.<
anyway, you write good stuff, i hope someday, i will write even better. but i think thats a ways off.
also, i think you have a rockin sense of humor
Yeah, don't give up yet. I started out really bad. personally, I still think I'm bad, but I'm getting better. Also, I don't like sharing my stories with friends, so yeah. I find the internet is different, because it's so anonymous. I promise I'll read your stuff soon, I just haven't gotten time yet.
yes very anonymous thats why im here, and yet all ive realy been able to get myself to put up is some of my emo poetry and a story i decided to scrap. i'm not sure that any of its actually worth reading