My lover knows what it means to run on the edge ,
by breaking oath and solemn pledge
to live in pursuit of promised danger,
dreaming dreams thought much stranger,
who destroys with practiced hands,
knowing the die will lie always where they land.
My lover knows what it is to live in fear,
to understand fully, howbeit, unclear,
in hesitation, to never be sure, to question,
recollecting time without possession,
to exist with true intention, to envision with eyes reflective,
knowing, all reality, like truth, is subjective.
My lover knows what it is to pursue true desire,
to challenge, to leap into peril, fray and fire,
fearless ey
Abrasive
The time has come and gone
Too late for last goodbyes
Too early for my eyes
To gaze at sunshine
Change? Don't talk to me about change.
Life is change, and the soul
restless however eternal.
Paranoia
Answers on the written-on wall
To my everything; I see it all.
Reason is a traitor
May it hang
For preaching false precedents
With coincidental conclusions.
Sin
Sin has plans
for the one who would take a
stand for their beliefs.
When one cannot find fault
with treasured opinions
taken not with a grain of salt,
tis when we forget ourselves,
thus present evil
in its truest form.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but hurt may heal with time,
while words, like paints acrylic, all too prone to stick
to my mind, haunt me, taunt me, see me, know me;
the horrible mirror held to my eyes,
words are a reflection;
and therein lies the wound,
therein lies the crime.
But
I was concerned about how you would feel;
would you love me if I was fake?
Or hate me if I were being real?
You say who I am to you would not matter,
and how how you act wouldn't alter, but
your honest lies cannot hide the my knowing
that you would falter.
However
Can I trust? Can I confide? Can I be certain? Cou
the Hermit and the Highlands by dryas-julia, literature
Literature
the Hermit and the Highlands
Here I stand on the land
that some ne'er dare touch
with feet nor hand,
with little to show, save
all I have dreamed and seen, and all
I know.
Yet, I, who had known the laws of blood and fire,
and seen sin, refrain,
from e'er looking upon the land of prosperity again,
and, having fled the demons in my view, ascend further,
higher.
I often lie in wait to see if fate
may pass me fortune's favor,
however, I now know hate, for when
when my blessings came, they came, always,
too late.
It was I who chose to climb
this mountain,
to discover, to live, to aspire,
in a time when heights
reached ever, ever higher,
my apex, my love,
My lover knows what it means to run on the edge ,
by breaking oath and solemn pledge
to live in pursuit of promised danger,
dreaming dreams thought much stranger,
who destroys with practiced hands,
knowing the die will lie always where they land.
My lover knows what it is to live in fear,
to understand fully, howbeit, unclear,
in hesitation, to never be sure, to question,
recollecting time without possession,
to exist with true intention, to envision with eyes reflective,
knowing, all reality, like truth, is subjective.
My lover knows what it is to pursue true desire,
to challenge, to leap into peril, fray and fire,
fearless ey
Abrasive
The time has come and gone
Too late for last goodbyes
Too early for my eyes
To gaze at sunshine
Change? Don't talk to me about change.
Life is change, and the soul
restless however eternal.
Paranoia
Answers on the written-on wall
To my everything; I see it all.
Reason is a traitor
May it hang
For preaching false precedents
With coincidental conclusions.
Sin
Sin has plans
for the one who would take a
stand for their beliefs.
When one cannot find fault
with treasured opinions
taken not with a grain of salt,
tis when we forget ourselves,
thus present evil
in its truest form.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but hurt may heal with time,
while words, like paints acrylic, all too prone to stick
to my mind, haunt me, taunt me, see me, know me;
the horrible mirror held to my eyes,
words are a reflection;
and therein lies the wound,
therein lies the crime.
But
I was concerned about how you would feel;
would you love me if I was fake?
Or hate me if I were being real?
You say who I am to you would not matter,
and how how you act wouldn't alter, but
your honest lies cannot hide the my knowing
that you would falter.
However
Can I trust? Can I confide? Can I be certain? Cou
the Hermit and the Highlands by dryas-julia, literature
Literature
the Hermit and the Highlands
Here I stand on the land
that some ne'er dare touch
with feet nor hand,
with little to show, save
all I have dreamed and seen, and all
I know.
Yet, I, who had known the laws of blood and fire,
and seen sin, refrain,
from e'er looking upon the land of prosperity again,
and, having fled the demons in my view, ascend further,
higher.
I often lie in wait to see if fate
may pass me fortune's favor,
however, I now know hate, for when
when my blessings came, they came, always,
too late.
It was I who chose to climb
this mountain,
to discover, to live, to aspire,
in a time when heights
reached ever, ever higher,
my apex, my love,
Current Residence: Earth Favourite genre of music: Indie/techno/trance/dance! Favourite style of art: Paintings and music Shell of choice: Ghost in the Favourite cartoon character: Jenny from My Life as a Teenage Robot
Favourite Visual Artist
Gustav Klimt, Claude Monet, Tsutomu Nihei
Favourite Movies
Blade Runner
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Shins, Stars, The Postal Service.
Favourite Writers
This question sends me into a logical loop.
Favourite Games
winning.
Favourite Gaming Platform
A laptop.
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, brush, keyboard, PHOTOSHOP. More than you think.
Did all this time really pass me by?
(Answer: Yes. Yes it did. And you missed it.)
Christmas was a blast. That's it. I got $45 in Starbucks giftcards. Victory?
I went on an adventure yesterday with two of my friends, where we saw Tangled, which is, by the way
THE CUTEST MOVIE EVUUUUUUURRRR. 8D
So yeah. That was great.
Anyways.
I start Humor in Communication tomorrow and I am NERVVOOUSS.
But it will be fun. And funny. And PUNNY. :D
I am a genius.
NO ONE IS READING THIS.
^Things that I ignore due to cognitive dissonance.
So yeah, I actually posted poetry (or whatever).
The end of the semester is almost over (WOOHOO),
but I'm still procrastinating on my paper on Blade Runner and it's portrayal of gender. I will procrastinate pretty much everything in my life, but at least this paper is about the greatest movie of all time. :D
When I watched the Final Cut again, Deckard's unicorn dream sequence reminded me of something...
ROBOT UNICORN ATTACK?
Guess how I've been procrastinating for the last five hours?
Yes. Shameful. Shame.
Oh well. Back to work.
I'm not so much of an artist as I am a boring normal anyhuman. I think.
LOL JK, I'm not normal. 8D
I do sketches of things, and if an issue gets my attention I might bring it up. Somehow.
If I followed you, I mean it. It means I must further gaze upon your awesomeness, and am sincerely looking forward to the opportunity.
I MIGHT post somethings. I don't want to be a complete troll. -__-;
Reading this really wasn't worth your time. YAY.