A fear driven land,
Just beneath the sand,
It's a valley of the damned.
Breathe yourself away,
Calm yourself and say,
Hatred's all I may,
Wish to hear today,
It's just the way.
We all live,
We all hate,
We all can't change fate,
Severely depleted,
Nearly seceded,
Barely bleed it, out.
An exaggeration goes all out.
Play your self-expression way too loud.
Push your way through the crowd.
Time's all up, hit the ground.
Set the mound, up in fire.
Curse your own name,
You're a liar.
Look past,
What you once knew,
You're the last,
That does what you do.
You're the first,
It's far too true,
That sacrifices when they lose.
In the midst of expression,
The middle of confession.
In the fog of today,
And the dew of tomorrow.
In the inhale of the mountains,
And the exhale of the trees.
Within the hills of the West,
Inside the canyons of the East.
A feeling, a thought.
A recurrence of emotion,
A yearning for someone to love.
Despite the shadows light casts,
Ignoring the evil, good deeds tempt.
Understanding what must be,
Ignoring what can't be.
We move on into what we believe,
Is the transcendence of our decency.
You once thought you knew.
Open-minded, you must accept the moment,
Understand these feelings and renew.
Today is the day of realization,
Hear the birds call,
Open your mind to it all.
Utter not a single word,
Gaze upon the fields in awe.
Honor every object as a figment of life, however absurd.
Together,
You make the day miraculous.
Ominous winds blow your ego into the nether.
Unknowingly, your mind has been astray.
Knowing, is simply something you used to say.
Now, your life is interesting anyway.
Every object unlabeled, every emotion beautiful.
What exactly was it you thought you knew?
Letting this get to you, yet you
Igno
The raindrops fall silently.
The ground coats itself in a thick stream.
Suddenly my life is not mine at all,
It morphs into the entity I overlooked.
I gaze upon this shady night with awe,
My eyes twinkling wildly.
I begin to see what has sheltered me,
The existence that has cradled me.
The night begins to speak,
The raindrops providing a backdrop.
It tells me stories of fear of freedom and of love.
It communicates in symbols, not speech.
The moon smiles upon the world,
Expressing the simplest beauty and glamor.
That which is so often unseen.
That which was so shaded is now shining brilliantly.
Adventures and tales flood into m
Understanding.
Why must we understand?
Perhaps knowledge is power.
Perhaps intellect inspires millions.
Maybe facts are just known truths.
Maybe irrationality is a twisted thought.
Perhaps there are no false statements.
Maybe one man's fact is another man's fiction,
Just like one man's trash is another man's treasure.
But these are all just predicaments we find ourselves placing.
In life we exceed the boundaries of our intentional state of being.
Understanding is more than just a certain way of viewing things.
It sets the boundaries and then drops them,
Leaving the knowledgeable to roam free.
It lets those who crave power exper
We lie in wait.
We ignore the crowd.
We live out loud.
We express our hate.
We watch quietly.
We speak silently.
We numb ourselves.
We wait for hell.
We understand it.
We demand it.
What more,
What more could we want?
What more,
What more do we need?
The past flies by but the future recedes,
Or so it seems to me.
It's a simple state of being,
A philosophy,
A hypocrisy.
Regardless, it's me.
It's the state of 'we',
The simple meaning of seeing.
Boredom takes over.
Your life isn't always worth living sober.
You question everything you've heard.
You wander through your lone thoughts,
Expecting a sudden answer.
You wait, and wait.
But no answer ever comes.
In the end it's just you,
Diving deeper and deeper into thoughts,
That simply lack answers.
What changes could come from this,
You ask yourself solemnly.
Yet another thought left as a question.
Questions and answers,
A group almost never paired together.
Questions and questions.
A group most commonly received.
Abyss and despair await you on every corner.
One false move and you could be thrown away,
Tossed into
It seems like life is about halves.
I'm halfway to being halfway there,
I feel as if I'm half vulnerable to my mistakes.
Like my life is only half mine.
My decisions half thought about,
My motives half realistic.
My ambitions,
My future,
It's just half real,
And made at the halfway mark in life.
When time flies by,
I feel as if my mind was only half present.
The other half stuck somewhere in thought,
Perhaps half asleep.
But with a half, there is always another half.
So for now,
I can live half my life with one half,
And then I can wait,
Half awake, half asleep,
For that other half,
To meet me halfway.
See the skies.
See the stars.
Cut all ties.
Let them speak.
Let them take you away.
Madness is great,
I can see clearly,
I can relate.
My mind's not normal anymore.
I have taken medicine for the soul.
Nevermind what you're told,
My conscious is too cold.
I can feel the colors that react,
I can sense the feelings in tact.
I can smell the heat of the sun
And hear the chill of the moon.
All these feelings are coming too soon.
But nonetheless,
I can see what's best,
For humanity.
I can see the rest,
Of existence.
And when time comes to a close,
I accept it, move on,
And continue with the path I chose.
Feel what you hear,
A fear driven land,
Just beneath the sand,
It's a valley of the damned.
Breathe yourself away,
Calm yourself and say,
Hatred's all I may,
Wish to hear today,
It's just the way.
We all live,
We all hate,
We all can't change fate,
Severely depleted,
Nearly seceded,
Barely bleed it, out.
An exaggeration goes all out.
Play your self-expression way too loud.
Push your way through the crowd.
Time's all up, hit the ground.
Set the mound, up in fire.
Curse your own name,
You're a liar.
Look past,
What you once knew,
You're the last,
That does what you do.
You're the first,
It's far too true,
That sacrifices when they lose.
In the midst of expression,
The middle of confession.
In the fog of today,
And the dew of tomorrow.
In the inhale of the mountains,
And the exhale of the trees.
Within the hills of the West,
Inside the canyons of the East.
A feeling, a thought.
A recurrence of emotion,
A yearning for someone to love.
Despite the shadows light casts,
Ignoring the evil, good deeds tempt.
Understanding what must be,
Ignoring what can't be.
We move on into what we believe,
Is the transcendence of our decency.
You once thought you knew.
Open-minded, you must accept the moment,
Understand these feelings and renew.
Today is the day of realization,
Hear the birds call,
Open your mind to it all.
Utter not a single word,
Gaze upon the fields in awe.
Honor every object as a figment of life, however absurd.
Together,
You make the day miraculous.
Ominous winds blow your ego into the nether.
Unknowingly, your mind has been astray.
Knowing, is simply something you used to say.
Now, your life is interesting anyway.
Every object unlabeled, every emotion beautiful.
What exactly was it you thought you knew?
Letting this get to you, yet you
Igno
The raindrops fall silently.
The ground coats itself in a thick stream.
Suddenly my life is not mine at all,
It morphs into the entity I overlooked.
I gaze upon this shady night with awe,
My eyes twinkling wildly.
I begin to see what has sheltered me,
The existence that has cradled me.
The night begins to speak,
The raindrops providing a backdrop.
It tells me stories of fear of freedom and of love.
It communicates in symbols, not speech.
The moon smiles upon the world,
Expressing the simplest beauty and glamor.
That which is so often unseen.
That which was so shaded is now shining brilliantly.
Adventures and tales flood into m
Understanding.
Why must we understand?
Perhaps knowledge is power.
Perhaps intellect inspires millions.
Maybe facts are just known truths.
Maybe irrationality is a twisted thought.
Perhaps there are no false statements.
Maybe one man's fact is another man's fiction,
Just like one man's trash is another man's treasure.
But these are all just predicaments we find ourselves placing.
In life we exceed the boundaries of our intentional state of being.
Understanding is more than just a certain way of viewing things.
It sets the boundaries and then drops them,
Leaving the knowledgeable to roam free.
It lets those who crave power exper
We lie in wait.
We ignore the crowd.
We live out loud.
We express our hate.
We watch quietly.
We speak silently.
We numb ourselves.
We wait for hell.
We understand it.
We demand it.
What more,
What more could we want?
What more,
What more do we need?
The past flies by but the future recedes,
Or so it seems to me.
It's a simple state of being,
A philosophy,
A hypocrisy.
Regardless, it's me.
It's the state of 'we',
The simple meaning of seeing.
Boredom takes over.
Your life isn't always worth living sober.
You question everything you've heard.
You wander through your lone thoughts,
Expecting a sudden answer.
You wait, and wait.
But no answer ever comes.
In the end it's just you,
Diving deeper and deeper into thoughts,
That simply lack answers.
What changes could come from this,
You ask yourself solemnly.
Yet another thought left as a question.
Questions and answers,
A group almost never paired together.
Questions and questions.
A group most commonly received.
Abyss and despair await you on every corner.
One false move and you could be thrown away,
Tossed into
It seems like life is about halves.
I'm halfway to being halfway there,
I feel as if I'm half vulnerable to my mistakes.
Like my life is only half mine.
My decisions half thought about,
My motives half realistic.
My ambitions,
My future,
It's just half real,
And made at the halfway mark in life.
When time flies by,
I feel as if my mind was only half present.
The other half stuck somewhere in thought,
Perhaps half asleep.
But with a half, there is always another half.
So for now,
I can live half my life with one half,
And then I can wait,
Half awake, half asleep,
For that other half,
To meet me halfway.
See the skies.
See the stars.
Cut all ties.
Let them speak.
Let them take you away.
Madness is great,
I can see clearly,
I can relate.
My mind's not normal anymore.
I have taken medicine for the soul.
Nevermind what you're told,
My conscious is too cold.
I can feel the colors that react,
I can sense the feelings in tact.
I can smell the heat of the sun
And hear the chill of the moon.
All these feelings are coming too soon.
But nonetheless,
I can see what's best,
For humanity.
I can see the rest,
Of existence.
And when time comes to a close,
I accept it, move on,
And continue with the path I chose.
Feel what you hear,
Hey all! Be sure to check out the stuff I have uploaded and expect many more Deviations (of all types) to come! I don't stick to one specific type of art, I like to experiment with anything that sounds like it'd be fun. I like drawing, writing, reading, messing around with various computer programs (as you can tell already) and various other things. I am currently writing my own novel and planning for a second one. Both of which will most likely not get uploaded (sorry!) I may create a smaller story, thing and upload it to DA for the fun of it. Of course I will need to find the time to do so.
Anyway, expect many more deviations of all kinds to come and please feel free to leave a comment on anything I have posted. Thanks for the visit!
Favourite genre of music: Post-Rock, Rap (Old School), Metal, Death Metal, Experimental, Rock, Visual-Kei, Psychedelic, etc. Favourite style of art: Anything that looks cool. Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: iTouch Wallpaper of choice: Anything that looks cool Favourite cartoon character: Yagami Light and Aisaka Taiga Personal Quote: "Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive anyway..."
Favourite Movies
Half Baked, Step Brothers, Pineapple Express, Vesperia: The First Strike
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
God Is An Astronaut, Mogwai, Matenrou Opera, The KIDDIE, RENTRER EN SOI
Alright, I'm back. The 1,000 marker inspired me to return. Not going to guarantee a specified amount of time because frankly, uploading things to a dying art site doesn't sound all that appealing to me anymore.
I mean let's be honest, half of this **** isn't even art anymore... It's just a random picture with a random caption with a few people posting "Good shading!" or "Love the curves!" which frankly, puts me in a bad mood knowing there's people who look at that kind of thing and call it "artistic" and it makes me sad to call refer to myself as an "artist" when they do as well. I do not wish to be grouped with those... types.
But all thin
When it comes to DA, I'm probably mainly going to be posting poems instead of GIMP related things (for the most part). There will be the occasional trippy picture that I'll create and upload but for the most part, expect poems. If you don't like poems then... you don't like music XD.
Alright anyway, thanks a lot for the support (if there is any support out there) and thanks for the faves and all that. Keep leaving comments, and I'll keep reading them and taking them into consideration. DA is something I do for fun, it's not a hobby (well the things I post are but...) nor is it a competition of some sort so submitting to groups and all that i
Back in the writing mood again. Both Project XI and LN are once again underway. (Not that anyone would care seeing how neither will be uploaded O.O) But regardless I'm psyched about it so why not write about it in a DA blog, right?
Anyway, typing both of those is a pain but definitely worth it.