Autumn leaves have my sympathy.
They cling desperately to the branches of childhood,
Fully aware of, and trying to prolong the moment of their fall.
Whisked away by a cruel wind, into an uncaring world,
Buffeted by forces beyond their comprehension,
Crashing to a halt upon the blind soil.
Their fate is to stagnate whilst gazing up at the past.
Having bloomed too early, they wither away.
Autumn leaves have my sympathy.
Beware the candyfloss girls
Oversaturated swirls
Synthetic curls
Soft to the touch
Melting on your tongue
Pleasure turns to envy
Sweet but insubstantial
They leave you empty
Dear humanity,
Our records show that you have a conditional offer for acceptance to our paradise scheme.
The full package can (and will) be withheld until such a time as you have fulfilled, at the very least, one of the following basic requirements. These are listed in no particular order.
1. Do away entirely with your seeming dependance on an expensive, polluting and finite source of fuel.
2 (a). Let go of the notion that any one being has more importance than another. Race, colour, creed, class, species; these make no difference to the value of the individual.
2 (b). Cease this unneccessary slaughter of your fellow sentients. You
Vitriolic tendencies threaten to poison the very essence of my unfulfilled, ungrateful, uncaring, alienated, withdrawn, pitiful, contradictory, mind numbingly tedious, soulless soul.
Light a match and all this ever pervading, ever present, intoxicating bullshit will vanish, never to sneer again in the face of a dilapidated warrior, vanquished and fallen from grace.
Enter the faceless, miscellaneous, subversive authority figure with his cookie-cutter morals and casual desecration of all he perceives. Communityism was never this ineffective or garage-sale dull.
SAVE ME! from myself, from cliche, from anonymity, from individuality, from fnor
The English language is wonderful in all it's complexities, dualism and most significant in my opinion, the versatility of, and multiple meanings found within individual words.
The greatest examples of this I am yet to find compliment each other particularly well, to the extent that I am actually basing a fair portion of my less than perfect life philosophies around them.
These three words are "afterwards", "fuck" and "present", some of the most sublime words I have encountered so far.
The widely accepted meaning of "afterwards" can be most easily described as: "referring to to an undefined moment after the occurence of a specific event."
It takes a certain kind of person to watch the collapse of their world with a smile.
This is the only true test of ones character, as in all possible trials other than this there will be outside influences and pressures attempting to sway the judgement of the individual.
But is it really the strongest who can smile while their life spirals into chaos, letting go of the past in order to embrace the future?
Or is it some kind of twisted weakness which deludes a person into believing that things will be somehow better afterwards?
And doesn't this question make a rather good microcosm for religion?
Woodland stands at the edge of the village,
Watching, learning the cruel ways of mankind.
Observes in anguish the way they pillage
All that is pure, leaving but waste behing.
With time, the settlement starts to expand,
Artificial caves reach towards the sky.
These creatures set forth in search of new land,
For polluted streams are doomed to soon die.
The ages fly past and Woodland grows old,
Yet hope fills the soul on the darkest day.
A race so destructive, so very bold,
Is certainly fated to soon decay.
Woodland endures, mankind no longer lives.
A tear of sorrow, Woodland forgives.
Autumn leaves have my sympathy.
They cling desperately to the branches of childhood,
Fully aware of, and trying to prolong the moment of their fall.
Whisked away by a cruel wind, into an uncaring world,
Buffeted by forces beyond their comprehension,
Crashing to a halt upon the blind soil.
Their fate is to stagnate whilst gazing up at the past.
Having bloomed too early, they wither away.
Autumn leaves have my sympathy.
Beware the candyfloss girls
Oversaturated swirls
Synthetic curls
Soft to the touch
Melting on your tongue
Pleasure turns to envy
Sweet but insubstantial
They leave you empty
Haunted winds howl over forgotten mires
A torment for devils trapped in sad shires
All aboard the ship without mast
Exodus en masse from the past
Contradiction in terms
New hypocrisies to learn
Mourn as you rejoice for the for the life you once knew
No reason to suffer
To cure
To create
No reason to love
To fear
To hate
We have all we need
Do we need all we have?
Ponder the possibility
Of the post-modern hero
Step back and take in the view
Of things shiny, useless and new
Are they our possessions or possessors?
No reason to suffer
To cure
To create
No reason to love
To fear
To hate
Torn apart by prejudice
Species gi
It takes a certain kind of person to watch the collapse of their world with a smile.
This is the only true test of ones character, as in all possible trials other than this there will be outside influences and pressures attempting to sway the judgement of the individual.
But is it really the strongest who can smile while their life spirals into chaos, letting go of the past in order to embrace the future?
Or is it some kind of twisted weakness which deludes a person into believing that things will be somehow better afterwards?
And doesn't this question make a rather good microcosm for religion?
Current Residence: Wales Favourite genre of music: Death/heavy metal/industrial Favourite style of art: 3d, anything mythological or gothic Operating System: Windows XP Skin of choice: Pale, smooth and flawless
Favourite Visual Artist
All those so much better than me
Favourite Movies
Queen of the Damned, 300, Severance, Clockwork orange, Equilibrium, Advent Children
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cradle of Filth, Korn, Eek-a-mouse, Deathstars, Adema, Deicide, loads more!
Favourite Writers
JRR Tolkien, Terry Pratchett
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy (all of them)
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
A weird mind
Other Interests
3d design, all things heavy metal, writing, trying to learn guitar
Skanked from Vampireaddict, I think it's about time I did one of these.
The rules:
• * List 11 things you want to say to 11 different people.
• * Don't say who they pertain to.
• * Feel free to comment, but don't confirm or answer anything.
• * Never discuss it again.
1: You were everything to me during that time. I should have made my feelings more clear, and now we've gone our seperate ways and it's too late. It would have worked though, if I'd had the courage to tell you.
2: Yes, I did it. But is one stupid mistake worth ending years of friendship over?
3: I care about you way too much. We've never even met
One of the saddest things in life is being unable to find out how to get that dash thingy above your 'e'...
This short journal entry is going to be at least 90% cliche, although why the hell do you think things become cliche in the first place?
My life's gone through quite a few changes of varyinmg magnitude as of late, which seems to have left me far more aware of myself, my limitations, views and personality. All in all, I think I may be doing that most dreaded of all things 'growing up'. I'm not quite as much the angsty kid as I was this time last year.
In my usual style of not fully understanding an events full implications until wri
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Or maybe not lol
Anyway, I'm back on dA after an extremely long break. Posted a couple of deviations and I'm wondering / hoping that everyones still active on here.
Sooo, a little update on life then.
I quit my job in a hurry, due to reasons its probably best not to get into on here, and the very next day I enrolled myself in college to study A level English, Law and Sociology.
So once again, I'm the guy who turns up to class occasionally :)
Seriously though, I'm trying to make an effort this time round and actually get some good grades out of this.
So yeah, drop me a line if you're still here a