I'm watching it all come cascading down now, the cracks in the scenery have broken completely. It's all in pieces and I feel the heat of the explosion scorching against my face. It's moving slowly, but I'm fixed in place barely able to breathe. Even if I wanted to catch everything and put it back together, and I do oh how I want to, I don't think the I have the strength for it left in me.
The mess is huge now, there's so much damage and it isn't just mine any more. I see your faces one by one being blown over by the force of what is happening. I was supposed to be your pillar and now I'm crumbling, how did I expect it to be any differen
Once upon a time there was a most beautiful princess...with antlers. She lived all alone in a giant one bedroom apartment complex. It was her dream that she find someone to do her laundry for her since the tyrannical laundry lord, Purex, made her cry. One day a handsome prince came by on a most gallant horse. He waved to the princess who sat in her one window that wasn't nailed shut and she smiled at him, hope and joy filling her heart. "Do you know how to get to the Pizza Hut from here?" he asked. The antler princess hesitated for a moment, confused by his request. But being true to her princessey ways she gave him the directions, "Go
I will be forgotten
So will you
Our names erased
Our faces turned to dust
Titles will be lost
Songs will dissolve
Pictures will fade
Architecture will crumble
You and I will not be important
Neither will he or she
Nor even the 'greatest' of our time
Not even the babe born tomorrow.
Today our lives collide
I know your name
You know my face
We are known and remembered
For now we impact worlds
With happiness and misery
Sending trace memories adrift
That can end or begin new paths
Letting us leave a scratch
In how the future is made
Leaving an unknown testament
To who we were
Every mingled atom
Tangled in each molecule
Wrapped on each thread of matter
Bringing those separated together
And keeping those close just far enough apart
Looking out, eyes meet
Reaching out fingers brush
Breathing deep, warm breath felt
Thoughts exchanged but never heard
We all live this way
Feeling these things
Being one another
Missing each other by a moment
Meeting too soon or too late
Loving hard and hurting deep
Who am I now? A word slips out followed by another. Soon I am something different from what I see in the mirror. Someone grand and deep as the ocean. Sparkling and full of life. Calm and stormy from one moment to the next. Beautiful.
And who is the stranger now? Flawless and funny. Mysterious and new. Exciting and different from what you're used to. The stranger is just like you because you too are a stranger.
You are what you wish to be or different from the usual. Because you are the stranger. And they don't know. It's the perfect relationship. Everything is colored over with change and interest. It is real but unreal. You don't have to l
If I Could Send This Back in Time by Arcite, literature
Literature
If I Could Send This Back in Time
Dear Me,
This is future you and I know you'll totally believe it's true because you're just that kind of weirdo. I've wanted to send a letter to you for a long time but haven't been sure of what I would say. Through the years my message has changed over and over and over again. In a few more years I'm sure it will be different from now as well. But right now while I have a clear head I want to send this so that you may have a chance to learn something.
Life is going to be very miserable, always. There will be wonderful times as well, so many things you think will never happen do. Kissing, sex, marriage, travel, being on your own, getting cr
We were special. The very children of the gods' powers mated with the raw material of the world. But that became the problem, we were merely only children. We were children with too much power because our father was the very gods themselves. With such a lineage it wasn't difficult to see how special we were. But we being children, that uniqueness contorted into something wrong.
For a long time we did not know this though, we were happy. The world was enough and all we had to do was work with it and it would grant any kind of experience we could imagine. It veiled us in a special kind of freedom without truly being out own. And it too
Where did you go little friend?
I look at your picture and wait for you to come walking back to the room
But you never show.
I hope you found a new home, a safe home.
But I fear you lost yourself out there in the world.
Were you swept up in the current without a raft to hold on to?
Or did you land on a little island you could call your own?
No matter where you are little friend I'm waiting for you.
I always will be.
I'm here little friend ready to hug you when you come through the door.
Please don't forget that.
The first few notes to Beethoven's Sonata No. 14, 'Moonlight", began to float into the afternoon's thick warm air. The sound of the baby grand piano meandered it's way through the large spaces of the empty house, filling all the corners with the emotions of both composer and player. An invisible audience sat silently on the cushions of the furniture. Each sofa and chair sat strategically placed in a large circle surrounding the piano so all could watch the artist perform. Centered perfectly to be observed was the young woman with slender swaying fingers calling out note after beautiful note.
The piano was the only place that allowed Elena, i
Current Residence: The Swamp of Forgetfulness Favourite genre of music: anything i like Favourite style of art: Anything that catches my eye MP3 player of choice: CD's for me!!! Favourite cartoon character: GIR Personal Quote: I hate you...
Favourite Visual Artist
Myself..no not really
Favourite Movies
The Crow
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Soundgarden, Marylin Manson, Everclear, The Ink Spots
So, I think I just got shot in the head with inspiration. I've got plenty in my head, I just hope I can bring it into fruition. Let's hope yeah?
so I've started a blog about a Nord from Skyrim who hunts WereBears. It's awesome..read it and play the game.
http://nordbearhater.tumblr.com/
Watch it if you like it and share it with all your friends..it's all I have to do with my life anymore.
1.What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?
I GOT MARRIED...pretty sure it was the first time
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
2011: I didn't make one
2012: Move out of Louisiana
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Uh, I've had some people I worked with give birth
4. Did anyone close to you die?
She wasn't close to me but she did die.
5. What countries did you visit?
If only
6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?
My own place to live and an enjoyable job
7. What date(s) from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
March 17-27: Ch
You're very welcome, I found it to be quite a lovely and fascinating interpretation. I myself happen to have Marfans, though to a lesser extent than many others including some of my siblings, but truth be told I often find myself feeling akin to your picture. I also enjoy much of your other artwork. I wish you the best of luck with your future endeavors.