Homeward bound, we're traveling
Us nameless numbers fled
Our lifestained bonds unraveling
As foot for foot we tread
The cries fulfil the air we breathe
These countless souls astray
From this, our ears, we cannot sheathe
Nor can we back away
Our only hope a fleeting dream
to reach our homes at last
These sins which we cannot redeem
will never leave our past
As broken men we broke again
when all our fears came true
where once a stream of lifeblood ran
now trees of darkness grew
Our homes were sacked into the ground
now everything is gone
There are no tears left to be found
and everything's forlorn
However did it come to this
Abstraction and Implementation by Tharian, literature
Literature
Abstraction and Implementation
two in one to understand
differing rules as differ lands
love me as I hold you near
friendly bonds may persevere
two as night and light aligned
fungal fiend, as friend confined
energies to fill the dark
paper flakes to fuel the spark
carrier of cut and stain
history of jabs in vein
good for parallel employment
works alone for your enjoyment
repetition black - now greyish
dancing pain can now diminish
found a way to let you go now
hold on to my everlast vow
finally the one - no other
could not help but leave a brother
swarming through the waves of windveils
failed to find what [really] matters
given up on satisfaction
fall
Questions, answers ever fighting
winning, losing, getting lost
Final battle ever waging
back and forth as tides go by
Subtle changes breaking limits
breaking balance
breaking
free
Everything in spinning chaos
Must retrieve
I lose control
Swarming, twisting, turning, moaning
fighting, winning
crushing
Now I'm finished
I know I will kill
The truth lies just beyond my mind
Suck me dry, oh hauling wind
of chaos' ancient force
and blow me up into the sky
show mercy nor remorse
for I have sinned as you have done
in many ways unsaid
Where I had ended, you begun
a stain I'll never shed
flying through the air I curse
your power over me
Inside me, all your thoughts immerse
from which a saner man would flee
Raw power, strength of will and heart
course proudly through my veins
where bounds of fate that none may thwart
entangle me in chains
As skies turn purple, worlds collide
destruction is at hand
Fear not for hides and lose your pride
or perish on demand
For power comes with raw intent
so harnass
Oh I will be your master
Yet I'll still remain your slave
And as we're merging faster
Your smile is what I'll save
For you inherit me as well
as I inherit you
And you will find this cunning spell
to bond us tight with glue
As all my goals become you and
as all your thoughts invade
Horizons' reaches will expand
we'll travel lands forbade
Please tell me of your winter
leave not a flake unheard
Since love, as wood, may splintre
I'll trust your loving word
Fret not for me forever
just make me see your face
My vow will not soon sever
not soon at any pace
I wish you to be cheerful
I'd never let you down
If I were not so fearfu
After years of traveling, with tough a story told
A new fate for the traveler, of settling, will unfold
Settling in the mountains, whose tops are hid in mist
Searching for protection, in clouds he often missed
Though never, has he seen it and never was he there
He's longed for this forever, his home of love and care
Oh, ever did he fear to never lay his eyes on this
For never dared he hope for life to grant it's mortal kiss
Believe me when I say this man had lost his will to fight
When nothing ever came his way and nothing was allright
But that is all the past for him, who found a way to climb
The only thing that stands between his
It all began with an exam question. The subject was random. Four sheets were handed out to all candidates. I got to pick one out of the last two. The guy said it would be a shame if I got the subject I picked, so he gave me the other sheet.
On my sheet, all the questions, but one, were scrapped. The question on top of the page was left open. It consisted out of two parts.
a) Why is Sunday a day of rest?
b) Why is Sunday the day of death?
My more or less catholic lineage had taught me that Sunday was indeed a day of rest, for that was the day God had rested from his creating, according to the bible at least. However, it had not taught me a
begin: proefwerkvraag over random onderwerp, vier bladzijden
alle vragen eronder doorstreept
blijft over: godsdienst
wat is zondag, waarom is dat de rustdag
waarom is zondag de dag des doods?
dan: ik neem mijn droom over
droom is leeg
ik kom trug uit nergens
bij mijn vader aan een soort trapje
dat me heel bekend voorkomt maar dat ik niet kan plaatsen
het komt uit op een hal die me al even bekend voorkomt
trapje komt van het internaat
gang komt van hier thuis
ik verwacht een deur naar het deel van het appartement van mijn vader
deur is er niet
alleen een trap maar die lijkt oneindig diep te gaan
ik ben te bang om af te dalen du
In times of fooled and darkened minds
Where few of valour stand
And all may look but no one finds
Where no one meets demands
A smile so easy, simple gain
And laughter, free for all
Resists the hardship, breaks the pain
As if you'd never fall
With homes as places rarely kind
For some things never end
With people strongly weak of mind
That like not to amend
You'll still laugh on, for that's your gift
And I shall not complain
Our barriers, you may well lift
But yours, you'll have remain
Gentle truth of word and gest
Is what they may expect
Within your sights it's safe to rest
- What some could not neglect -
Back and forth and
Homeward bound, we're traveling
Us nameless numbers fled
Our lifestained bonds unraveling
As foot for foot we tread
The cries fulfil the air we breathe
These countless souls astray
From this, our ears, we cannot sheathe
Nor can we back away
Our only hope a fleeting dream
to reach our homes at last
These sins which we cannot redeem
will never leave our past
As broken men we broke again
when all our fears came true
where once a stream of lifeblood ran
now trees of darkness grew
Our homes were sacked into the ground
now everything is gone
There are no tears left to be found
and everything's forlorn
However did it come to this
The Journeyman is always kind
His selfishness, you cannot find
Gluttony is out of place
Taking care of time and space
The Journeyman will never fail
And many follow in his trail
Always dependant yet always alone
And always in the danger zone
His voice is soft, his words are wise
And just before you realise
He'll hold you gently in his arms
Nullifying all that harms
Your haven for shipping, the rope when you fall
Never complaining, always and for all
You don't see him coming, you won't see him go
And what really happened, you won't even know
He'll lift you and carry your hope and despair
No one can stop him, no one can compare
Waiting Is painful when done all alone
Waiting for you by myself cuts through bone
It could be about what you get in the end
But sometimes, the waiting itself can offend
When waited for, feel it's a precious gift
It shows you they care, thereon can you drift
The time doesn't matter when waiting for me
It shows me I'm needed, makes all my cares flee
Some people wait on themselves all their lives
Some people hurry, waiting they despise
You can't wait for love and it won't wait for you
Waiting is something a baby can't do
It might bring you tension, excitement and zeal
And yet it can save you, treat you and heal
Try to describe it
The black suitcase
Somewhere in Ishblan, a very lively and sunny Turkish town, Umbi was staring out the window. How wonderful would it be to play in the woods with his friends after school today. They had it all planned out. They where going to build a tree house today after school. It would become their secret headquarters. He even knew what tree he would use. Life is just so beautiful when you're still young and careless.
"Stop daydreaming, Umbi!" the teacher said, "Pay attention!" Umbi stopped staring out the window, after all it was the last day before summer break, and he didn't want to waste his beautiful afternoon in detention. The
The crooked king beseats his throne
The great hall empty, all alone
None shall pass, the guards will say
So no one passes, no one may
Balls are held and feasts take place
His great hall, housing empty space
Dares not know the sounds of joy
Scared of what it could deploy
The king is noble, strong of heart
His righteousness you cannot thwart
He rules his kingdom, just yet harsh
His will turns forest into marsh
The noblemen assist their lord
But carelessness, they can't afford
All can feel and all come close
But what he's thinking, no one knows
His face is gentle, rays with hope
Inside he's breaking, cannot cope
He doubts and f
Just because she's out of reach
And reaching out is hard
Doesn't mean you don't
doesn't mean you can't
Just because You're not the one
And she's not here for you
Doesn't mean you cannot be
there when she's in need
Just because the watching hurts
And you wish you'd fade away
Doesn't mean you should
doesn't mean you can
Just because she won't catch you
And you keep falling down
Doesn't mean you can't catch her
whenever she's at fall
So just because you cannot cope
and the world's about to end
Doesn't mean you end with it
doesn't mean you die
Realise that love is not something you can demand
Know that loving does not mean th
The Lady of Fern, not noticed by eye
Can blend in with trees, blur into the sky
Her outlines are grey, her face shaded green
Not walking nor floating, always inbetween
The gardens her home, the horizon her heart
She controls sunset, it's warmth is her guard
Never quite lonely though often alone
Caring for flowers, her sadness not shown
Severing the bond which humanity brings
Lost in a labyrinth loathed by kings
Whom can be trusted, who doesn't lie?
Caged by her garden, time seems to fly
The one she adores, beseating his throne
How true her confession, how silent her moan
The light is above her, shining its best
But shadows are
We stand
In the grass
It withers away
Ground
Turns black
Dries up and cracks
We... ignite
The flames engulf us
A rage is building up inside
The earth
beneath our feet
scorched by flames of desire
Everything
fades before our eyes
And in darkness of the night We become
The explosion
Sounds a lot like
The end of the earth as they know it today
The black smoke
Our mark of destruction
Now everything's over, though nothing was spared
And all that we knew... consumed by our greed
The glitter reflection
The colours it shows
They slowly enchant us
Our smile, they expose
Bubbles surround us
So far yet so close
Moving in circles
Changing their pose
Bewitching the rubble
The feeling, it grows
Our trembling won't lessen
We sing and compose
Bursting and bubbling
Appealing to those
Who stargaze in wonder
Illusion, we chose
They fell
Every last one of them
All fell to doom
They held on
To the ledge, to the roots
And they climbed
They climbed towards the heavens
She fell
Every last bit of her
I watched her fall
She let go
Of the ledge, of the roots
and reached out
I grabbed her with both hands
Then I fell
Along with everything I stood for
But no one could notice in time
And I longed
For the ledge, for the roots
but for me, all hope had faded
When I landed... you caught me
And I...
I finally cried
Short With Long Lines.... by obsidianjames, literature
Literature
Short With Long Lines....
i have been standing up for myself so long now my knees hurt
i want a woman with more to get off her chest than a wet t-shirt
this isn't like math, cause my double negative isn't turning positive
makes me search myself for reasons why i would want to live
Scary and foreign
They walk past in single file, feet marching to the beat of an invisible drum
hands swinging,
eyes fixed on the ground.
Water seeps through and falls down freely,
Drip
Drop
Splish
Splash
One
TWO
like a machine.
Hankies come up and stem the flow
but the stream is endless
And as the speaker drones on,
electric fans buzz continually,
not unlike these brainwashed people called humans.
Called graduates.
A deceiving term, but they know:
"It is part of the brainwashing.
she just wanted to be a friend
a friend to anyone who would have her
the people she sees day to day don't mean to look away
it's just that in their eyes she's invisible, she's not there
she's been lonely too long and her heart is impaired
feels like she's living in a ghost town full of strangers
and she cries when no-one tries to know her
in a sea of people, her loneliness surrounds her
she just wanted to make a friend
but it's harder when you hide yourself away
the people ignore her 'cause they're full up on friends
regret will be surfaced when she takes to the end
she's giving her love but there is no return
feels like she's lo
You spoke of vast murders
and senseless tragedies
Beautiful words whispered into my ears
Invading my mind
Pale hands caressing my cheeks
Holding my neck
You smiled when I held you close
against my body
We spent endless hours talking
Trapped between the velvet covers of
musty books
I suffocated
Dancing through silent halls
I held you in my arms
No words were needed
Now you're gone
I'm sorry
I wish I could've kept you longer
but
I asked for too much
So we remain here
Suspended
In abeyance
The Lady of Fern, not noticed by eye
Can blend in with trees, blur into the sky
Her outlines are grey, her face shaded green
Not walking nor floating, always inbetween
The gardens her home, the horizon her heart
She controls sunset, it's warmth is her guard
Never quite lonely though often alone
Caring for flowers, her sadness not shown
Severing the bond which humanity brings
Lost in a labyrinth loathed by kings
Whom can be trusted, who doesn't lie?
Caged by her garden, time seems to fly
The one she adores, beseating his throne
How true her confession, how silent her moan
The light is above her, shining its best
But shadows are
Current Residence: My own head Favourite genre of music: Most things besides R&B 'n hip-hop Favourite style of art: Written stuff / scanned drawings Operating System: OSX / winXP MP3 player of choice: -.-" what kind of a stupid question is that... Shell of choice: oyster? o.o" Wallpaper of choice: The fire picture on my laptop Skin of choice: ... Racism!! =3 Favourite cartoon character: Kimiko Nanasawa (megatokyo) Personal Quote: No worries! ~ Sorry -.- ~ xD ~ Blub
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Pulp Fiction!!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Jack Johnson and ofc many more
Favourite Games
wc3, worms, ... anything I can lan with friends ^^
Favourite Gaming Platform
Windows
Tools of the Trade
Does fubarness count as a tool?
Other Interests
VB, people, poetry... and everything else no one is interested in
Tagged... I tag... no one since every one I might consider tagging probably already got tagged by this. In fact you should stop reading right now cuz you'll probably already know what it is.
At any rate... I'll try 'n do them some time... maybe... who knows lol
1.) Make 100 pieces each one having a theme listed below. Only one theme per piece!
2.) No time limit so have fun!
3a.) Pieces should be of own artistic ability. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your pieces can be anything from sketches and doodles to great masterpieces. Just have fun with it.
4.) The list below is to be placed
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1. Post these rules:
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal/blog of these facts.
4. At the end of the post 8 more people should be tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.
Her facts:
1. I have a horsie ^^ A Gypsy Vanner
2. I hate lots and lots of people oO"
3. I'm absolutely completely in love with Berserk :love:
4. I need to get my license.... fast
5. I love drawing, but don't find time for it T_T
6. I hate peanuts.
7. I love to do things with my friends, but almost never do things with my frie