We lay together
In our pond of imagination
Fantasies afloat, lilly pads
The shaped shadows glistening your face,
Your skin reflecting a spectral gleam
A shining moon to my eyes
Sorrowful eyes
A mask of cheer, deprived of color once
With scars, emotional hexes
But a hope, outlined in the form of serene lips
Oh, how fruitful
One kiss, another kiss
Such realities should have remained in bliss
How I long for your touch
Soft, like a silk of dreams
Always in dreams…
I don’t want to wake up
My mask of straw, an instrument of dread
Crooked jaw, losses, discomfort
Demon, hag, butcher
Holes, façades…vulnerable
A hollow
H
"In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted."
Eminent...
Thoughts and words alone surrendered
If only they could mean more
The smiles and laughter
Even a simple touch of the hope lost
Could you have found?
I find the same delicate pedals in realm of weeds
Again and again
Ones I have looked until my hands bleeds
Staring...descending
We are fallen from our paradise
I still wait for the nights when I could return to my dreams
Your ivory skin pressed softly against me
Your silks of jet black tresses onto my concealment
Swa
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Though echoed storms
Life decipates its deceased colors
Molested by illusions
One torn ligament after another
We have suffered monuments
of failures and uncradled pain
Exploited crypts of unbeaconed faiths
Uncalled prayers turn to decaying stars
Lips of stone
Fractured jaws of paradise
Lost in our own worlds
'If only we could still believe the dream
If only we could still live in the dream'
But
An ignition
An affinity
Have we been supplanted too long?
Beyond lustful eyes and hasted gropes
That we've seen others for secrets
And lies
I can see you
For truth
You can see truth
For me
As the February cinders rekindle
My Personal Presentation by Captain-Big-Jack, literature
Literature
My Personal Presentation
I am a storyteller
I'm different
I never pieced myself with the common crowd
Or was considered the "same" by anyone's standards
And I never fit
Because I am different
But to be different
I have nothing to hide
For I have everything to show
I am to be someone
Yet no one
I have had experiences
Risen
And fallen
Alike
Those very ambitions engraved in my mind
Fiction and reality are everything
And something more
Feeling and emotion
Like water and wind
Unbalanced
And unseen
I let it drift by me
I let it drift by my consciousness
Until I am able to make sense of it
Connect with it
Balance it
And
In the meadows I lie, with a most pure scene,
Surrounded by the splendor of sky blue and nature's green,
Then in the sky, pedals of yellow and orange sway in the wind,
Each one then decays, screeching how they sinned,
Then the dead vines surround, around my neck they coil,
Pulling me from my world and below the lifeless soil
I was condemned below, to that city of death,
The black land around me reeking every breath,
In my unpure surroundings, my pain felt worse,
Crowded before its disciples; a savage circus,
Condemned before the persecutors, the demons, the vampires,
And before witnessed the hooved one, the eternal of his empires,
To every mind bounds a precious thought, a hopeful crystal shard
A question of heaven, for this hellspawn, a bard
Turning faces of sun and moon, our worlds simply passing by
Staring out into the horizon,I let out a solemn sigh
Bu even away, a prisoner of my barren land
For the thought of you alone makes me stand
Even with the thousand seas, in our ultimate division
With my eyes shut, your face still in vision
To bond with you so close, soothing for my soul
The image of feeling you, such opportunity the world stole
Upon me here, a dead winter reigns
But when your nature cometh, it will unravel those weak chains
On the reaches of
Spring
I remembered a field out there, feeling so close
Lied beds of lillies and violets, but only a single rose
How beautiful it swayed with the wanton wind
To adore such a flower felt as if I sinned
So delicate your petals, how soft they felt
To have them brushed on my face, it made me melt
Never let you go, never let you go
When we first spoke, we spoke as friends,
We gave a lot for our images, gave it no end
Our relationship bloomed on without a clue
But my eyes on you stayed ever so true
How I wished we could dance and bond
Of such thoughts, surprisingly, you were especially fond
Summer
A boiling ball shone flames on the l
Conducting a breeze of faith, from your Black wings of justice
Mirror of the heavens, Beyond a mortal's bliss
Blazing hair, soul forged with nature's oak, fruitful
Each strand a flower, with essence as beautiful
A moonspell drifted from gleaming eyes,
An ember to seal my drifted cries
My touch once cold, from bitter days of pawns
Coming from tragic heights and murdered dawns
Now of beautiful dreams, caved in your arms
A symphony of eternal salvation, invincible from all harms
Before me you stand an angel of the mystic night
Shining on the nocturnal sky, my first light
Before your stars, I was but blind
The piercing arrow you st
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We lay together
In our pond of imagination
Fantasies afloat, lilly pads
The shaped shadows glistening your face,
Your skin reflecting a spectral gleam
A shining moon to my eyes
Sorrowful eyes
A mask of cheer, deprived of color once
With scars, emotional hexes
But a hope, outlined in the form of serene lips
Oh, how fruitful
One kiss, another kiss
Such realities should have remained in bliss
How I long for your touch
Soft, like a silk of dreams
Always in dreams…
I don’t want to wake up
My mask of straw, an instrument of dread
Crooked jaw, losses, discomfort
Demon, hag, butcher
Holes, façades…vulnerable
A hollow
H
"In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted."
Eminent...
Thoughts and words alone surrendered
If only they could mean more
The smiles and laughter
Even a simple touch of the hope lost
Could you have found?
I find the same delicate pedals in realm of weeds
Again and again
Ones I have looked until my hands bleeds
Staring...descending
We are fallen from our paradise
I still wait for the nights when I could return to my dreams
Your ivory skin pressed softly against me
Your silks of jet black tresses onto my concealment
Swa
My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. My mom rode a buffalo. M
Though echoed storms
Life decipates its deceased colors
Molested by illusions
One torn ligament after another
We have suffered monuments
of failures and uncradled pain
Exploited crypts of unbeaconed faiths
Uncalled prayers turn to decaying stars
Lips of stone
Fractured jaws of paradise
Lost in our own worlds
'If only we could still believe the dream
If only we could still live in the dream'
But
An ignition
An affinity
Have we been supplanted too long?
Beyond lustful eyes and hasted gropes
That we've seen others for secrets
And lies
I can see you
For truth
You can see truth
For me
As the February cinders rekindle
My Personal Presentation by Captain-Big-Jack, literature
Literature
My Personal Presentation
I am a storyteller
I'm different
I never pieced myself with the common crowd
Or was considered the "same" by anyone's standards
And I never fit
Because I am different
But to be different
I have nothing to hide
For I have everything to show
I am to be someone
Yet no one
I have had experiences
Risen
And fallen
Alike
Those very ambitions engraved in my mind
Fiction and reality are everything
And something more
Feeling and emotion
Like water and wind
Unbalanced
And unseen
I let it drift by me
I let it drift by my consciousness
Until I am able to make sense of it
Connect with it
Balance it
And
In the meadows I lie, with a most pure scene,
Surrounded by the splendor of sky blue and nature's green,
Then in the sky, pedals of yellow and orange sway in the wind,
Each one then decays, screeching how they sinned,
Then the dead vines surround, around my neck they coil,
Pulling me from my world and below the lifeless soil
I was condemned below, to that city of death,
The black land around me reeking every breath,
In my unpure surroundings, my pain felt worse,
Crowded before its disciples; a savage circus,
Condemned before the persecutors, the demons, the vampires,
And before witnessed the hooved one, the eternal of his empires,
To every mind bounds a precious thought, a hopeful crystal shard
A question of heaven, for this hellspawn, a bard
Turning faces of sun and moon, our worlds simply passing by
Staring out into the horizon,I let out a solemn sigh
Bu even away, a prisoner of my barren land
For the thought of you alone makes me stand
Even with the thousand seas, in our ultimate division
With my eyes shut, your face still in vision
To bond with you so close, soothing for my soul
The image of feeling you, such opportunity the world stole
Upon me here, a dead winter reigns
But when your nature cometh, it will unravel those weak chains
On the reaches of
Spring
I remembered a field out there, feeling so close
Lied beds of lillies and violets, but only a single rose
How beautiful it swayed with the wanton wind
To adore such a flower felt as if I sinned
So delicate your petals, how soft they felt
To have them brushed on my face, it made me melt
Never let you go, never let you go
When we first spoke, we spoke as friends,
We gave a lot for our images, gave it no end
Our relationship bloomed on without a clue
But my eyes on you stayed ever so true
How I wished we could dance and bond
Of such thoughts, surprisingly, you were especially fond
Summer
A boiling ball shone flames on the l
Conducting a breeze of faith, from your Black wings of justice
Mirror of the heavens, Beyond a mortal's bliss
Blazing hair, soul forged with nature's oak, fruitful
Each strand a flower, with essence as beautiful
A moonspell drifted from gleaming eyes,
An ember to seal my drifted cries
My touch once cold, from bitter days of pawns
Coming from tragic heights and murdered dawns
Now of beautiful dreams, caved in your arms
A symphony of eternal salvation, invincible from all harms
Before me you stand an angel of the mystic night
Shining on the nocturnal sky, my first light
Before your stars, I was but blind
The piercing arrow you st
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Hard Rock, many forms of Metal, mainly Power Metal MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Gen. 3 Personal Quote: "Comfort the Disturbed, Disturb the Comfortable"
I have issues. Lots of issues.
I know I may have had some people hint over what happened, and others are just concerned with my well-being. Truth be told, I don't know where else to let all of this out outside of writing.
Since the beginning of the year, I have dealt with the death, depression, beak-up, isolation, ignorance, failure, and even to a point suicide. I don't know what to make of myself at this point, so excuse the depressive overtone here.
My friend passed away from cancer in January. Last time we spoke, we broke out into an argument, didn't hear from him and discovered this. I know he would not want me to sulk for him and be
I haven't made a journal in a while, haven't I? Well, quite a lot is in my mind now. Have huge plans to go over during the rest of the year.
Firstly, I have finished my ever-so-demented tasks, free from the wretched grasps of the siren spectre known as exams. Now I need to worry abou getting my audition ready for University. I'll be going into Performance Acting and Creative Writing majors.
Second off, Summer will be quite eventful for me. For the 4-6 weeks starting July 1st, I will be in Europe. I'll be going across to Poland for family and friends, Bulgaria to visit a resort with my godfather/uncle, and, best of all, travel all the way
For some reason, DA lags badly on my computer (the other sites load just fine), but when using the school computer, it seems to be ok.
Anyone know why it's like that? I can't seem to go on :/