My vacant soul,
Forever disturbed by the corrupt droplets of water
That never cease.
Relentless and unforgiving.
My outer shell retains its integrity,
But my inner self struggles to live on.
Those who care
Give only good intentions
As they desperately try to persuade me
To do what they think is right, not what is right.
Those with no heart,
Simply add to the strain.
My mind constantly wanders.
Stumbling, tripping, falling
As it struggles through the darkness
Desperately searching for a meaning.
But part of me knows
That there is no meaning to be found.
I am ever fearful,
Of those around me.
Of life and its meaning.
Of wha
Etch the letters
Into my skin.
The cold serrated blade
Leaving a burning trail behind.
Let the word come forth.
My blood rises
From its prison,
Flowing upwards
Creating the characters.
Let the word come forth.
My mind hears
The screams from my nerves,
But fails to act
On the agonised cries.
Let the word come forth.
With one
Everlasting stroke,
The whole world
Is told of what I am.
Let the word come forth.
The word,
Etched into my skin for all to see.
Leaves me now, and forever
W [] R T |-| |_ E Z Z
Though the tides may change,
And the winds may blow,
There is always a place to go.
If you're depressed,
Or sick of your life,
There will always be people,
To get you out of strife.
You will always be loved,
By family and friends,
And things will be alright,
No matter how your story ends.
There will always be love,
There will always be hope,
There will always be friendship,
To make sure you cope.
A cool breeze blows by,
Alone,
Stranded on the infinite hill of hatred and fear.
A soul,
A lone soul,
Stands solid as steel to steel.
This lone soul,
Tried and tested by the elements of hate,
Succumbs to the increasing pressure of hate and fear.
The soul,
The lone soul,
Struggles to comprehend the meaning.
A meaning that is life,
Silence prevailed,
Tried and tested,
Struggling to breath just another breath…
+NeoTokyo+ - My Love for Piano by Scardoni-A, literature
Literature
+NeoTokyo+ - My Love for Piano
Stuck with my worries of the day in Polaris,
All I need to do is settle down.
The Local Bar is were I go,
Just the music itself helps me unwind.
Ordering my usual beverage of a nice Earl Grey tea,
I take a sip as it calms me already.
Always arriving at this time of night,
I get to see my favourite performance.
---
Kotone's voice may be soft and angelic,
But it's the pianist who catches my eye.
I can't see why she gets the fans for,
When Ryou can play those harmonic tunes.
Sitting there with my head in my hand,
Admiring his hands and emotion while he plays.
That skill of his when he sits to play that piano,
Is the reason why h
Can We Still Be Friends...? by Scardoni-A, literature
Literature
Can We Still Be Friends...?
I'm sorry for ruining your life,
I'm sorry for making you worry about me.
The words I say had meaning,
But you failed to see truth of them.
Why do you bother trying to explain why I care,
when you know I don't care.
Why did you worry about what I said,
when you knew I would never tell you why.
You called me selfish and heartless,
when I am all but that.
You argued and complained about everything I said,
when you know I am just going to ignore you.
Why can we just stop the arguing and all the hate,
and just go with our lives as being friends.
But I see you can't do that,
because you dwell on things until they are resolved.
I sa
~ I Needed You ~
In the times that I had pain,
I needed you there.
In the times I was in vain,
I needed you there.
--
You've seen me cry,
You've felt my sadness.
You've seen me in anger,
You've felt my madness.
--
The countless times I needed your support,
Where were you when I needed it.
The countless moments You gave me support,
I really needed to feel it.
--
We laugh and we cried,
We raised and we fell.
While your in heaven,
I'm in hell.
--
Your hugs are comforting,
But I long for your gentle kiss.
Your eyes are soothing but,
I had already tried and missed.
--
In the times I had you laughing,
I Loved You.
In th
Current Residence: Brisbane, Australia Favourite genre of music: Goth Pop, Metal, Heavy metal, Death metal, Gothic, Classical, Jazz, Techno, Dance... EVERYTHING! Operating System: Windows XP Personal Quote: [<3]SMOOOOOOSH!!![<3]
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Birthday Massacre, HIM, Cradle of Filth, etc etc...
Favourite Games
BF2, GTA San Andreas, First to the Fight, Dawn of War Winter Assault, Good ol' CS
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-Box, PC
Tools of the Trade
My mind, my pen, my pad... and maybe MS word at times...
In 14 months, I should have my CPL (Commercial Pilot License). I can't wait to get airborne again ^_^
That said, I should be taking a few pictures, and therefore more deviations.
Watch this space ^_^
I hardly ever write to my dA Journal, but I think this is newsworthy.
Let me set the scene.
3:30 PM, kids are leaving school and traffic is frantic just before the easter break. I rock up to my driving test, my teacher confindent in my ability. As we approach the counter, my teacher tells me that my tester is a particularily hard marker, and young males are usually marked harder still.
After my test, I get given a piece of paper with my results... 100%! wOOt!
I was tagged by barb.
The rule is after being tagged you must write a journal about 6 weird habits/things/hates and you must state the rule in your journal entry.
At the end of said journal entry list 6 people you are going to tag and post a comment on their page telling them they've been tagged and to read your journal entry.
So here goes...
1) I have minor OCD
2) I used to smoke
3) I was technically alone on valentines day
4) I have a new fish
5) My room is a mess, my office desk has nothing on it and is spotless
6) I'm trying to find a spot in my car to mount a MagLite.