5 seconds of TruthSometimes I like to just sit on the staircases in college and look at the gangs of students walking past. It’s kind of like those scenes in movies where the spotlight is on the main character lost in his or her own musings and the crowd is a just blur of people, brushing by, all lost in their own private little world. The difference here is that I’m not lost in my thoughts, ignoring and being ignored; the difference here is that instead of being on the outside looking in like those movies, I’m a character inside observing the people going about their own lives. I’m sure that all of us have done that once in a while: sit and just watch the wor5 seconds of Truth
Going PlacesWhat is life? That makes us all grind our teeth..Going Places
Like the growling of a stomach, pointless against the wind
Where does my seed lie? Flying amidst the stormy skies
Hurtled from horizon to horizon, past every tempest
Parenthesis what is life! Indeed, that which we are
Comes to choke our very selves, full of mischief and pitiful greed
A lust for emotions, for other lives, more, more!
When will it all suffice?
What is life? That makes the wind howl from the highest trees.
That makes rivulets of tears stream so slowly from a girl\'s cheeks
O Gaia, id
Footsteps of Our OwnWould you want to dance,Footsteps of Our Own
Amongst the glass pieces?
I step, unseeing, unfeeling...
the glass pierces my feet.
I stain the marble white, crimson red.
Yet they applaud, unknowing...
Because of my blood aflowing
here I stood meditating,
Amidst the shards of my life that had been shattering.
Applause they gave, to the unseen, unheard amidst the pain.
The pain is deep
But I dance on.
Gracefully, gently...
They see the dance, they hear the music
Yet they remain both deaf and blind.
A swirl and a whirl,
exhortatio
WordsWords are just that. They can\'t harm us by itself. Words are merely the tool, the medium that one uses to communicate. Using words is like an art - everyone can do it, whether a toddler holding a piece of crayon in his fists to draw or a master artist using a fine brush to create a masterpiece - if you have to skill to master it, it will produce something magnificent.Words
Do you think I\'m rambling? Perhaps I am... but what I speak of is something which I believe is the truth. Words are just the paint that an artist uses as a medium to give this world something wonderful. Writers, poets... they have the talent to use words to come
It's been that long?!?
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well at least you did something before you died.
if come back, keep up the good work
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I made the cop pinkie-promise not to arrest me if I failed the breathalyzer.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
Thanks so much for adding me to your DEVwatch ^_^
glad you liked it
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thanks for the devwatch
by the way, i've written you a comment on your journal entry how you delete deviations.
have a nice day
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