I once met a man who trained himself not to dream
What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything
He's been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen
And claims he only exists in the mind of a higher being
And I
enjoy his work;
mostly scenic landscapes
But each one is focused on an easel where the man
paints himself
painting himself
And all that's in his visual field
He said this was the only way he could make himself real
Ever since he could remember,
he had one nightmare reoccur
But until about ten years ago, it didn't matter
It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the concrete
He ran on top
In the cold hearts bound tightly to a cell
One needs only an escape.
An escape to the screams..
The pain..
A release from real life.
To find that the solution was so small.
Almost impossible to find in a world so big
But find it once,
Use it twice
Live in the bliss it provides.
A Eurphoria
A paragon of reality...
Left behind is the insanity
The Regret
The Sorrow.
The lock on this cell has been broken,
Insted of unlocked..
His bars stripped from a true life..
Left with a co-exsistance
An Alter-Ego
His eyes darken
His skin Pales...
His "Human" life is something of the past.
A form stripped of dignity.
A Solitary Soul.
I
Unrealistic Reality by SephirothTheGreat, literature
Literature
Unrealistic Reality
Unrealistic Reality
Unlike the norm,
familiar to see,
Life made from celophane,
glazed with concrete green.
A life connected through wires
hopes and dreams generated through complex programs
simulating a start, with the fall of an end.
Grasping the concept is easy enough,
A Life through the eyes of a cybernetic rush.
The grips and turns, the leaps and bounds..
controlling the world and stapling it to the ground.
These people see lights..
these people hear beeps..
these people encased in wires..
these people with fake lives..
I see stars..
I see the sun..
All of which are fake..
containing the anwser to an unasked question.
Not enough.
Not enough courage to glance upon the stars.
Not enough pain to roll in your arms.
Not enough sense to know when I'm done.
Not enough sound to hear what I've sung.
Not enough light to see my path.
Not enough love to open my hand
Not enough patience to help a friend
Not enough hate to brand a traitor
Not enough conscience to become your savior.
Not enough power to protect my love.
Not enough chance to win your heart.
Not enough sanity to wait for the end.
Not enough of something for me to begin.
More then enough mind to think up lies.
More then enough lives to corrupt like mine.
More then enough lies to construct th
How does it feel?
To be in a skin not your own.
How does it feel?
To live a life that has already expired...
Two lives, one gone, one eclipsed.
Both tied in the chains of destiny.
How does it feel to know that you are just a memory?
A figment of a thought long lost.
How does it feel knowing that everything that you have felt,
Was copied from another?
The bloodlines cut and rebound by the sword of an ancient.
A sword held by only one.
A sword forged by the pain and agony of the thousands he has loved so much.
Ecce!
The weapon has peirced the heavens!
Masamune!
A Divine blade bound by its master, ruling him and the world beneath
If I close my eyes,
and breathe to the rolling rhythm of the sea, I can still remember that long ago day.
Harsh,
Cold,
and Lifeless it was, as empty of promise as my lung were empty of air.
Since that day, I have seen many others, more than I have the strength left to count.
Yet the day glows as bright as the Sun itself,
As bright as the day I found my own name.
Perhaps I remember it so clearly because the pain,
Like a scar on my soul, that will not disappear.
Or because it marked the ending of so much.
Or, perhaps, because it marked a beginning as well as an ending;
The beginning of my lost years.
A past tied between lost lies and hollow faith
Circles a tree built with human hands.
Enshrouding within the light of life that brings truth.
Rounding this tree flows the moat of souls that protect it.
Sorrowing fields extend leaving the majesty to collect dust.
Until one day...
When one being catches a glimpse through the shadows.
Only a glimmer of something more.
But that was all that was needed to spark the curiosity.
Set in motion ideas and thoughts that were though unthinkable.
Leaving everything behind he sets off.
Carrying only his pride and loyalty.
Following a thought in his mind..
running through war after war
Petty sq
Two people bound by a formidable truth.
Secretly sanctioned to one another.
A bond made my the seeds of a tree planted by both.
Watered, Cared for, by their rough yet meaningful love.
They care for this tree in the dead of night..
Shrouded by the blanket of darkness.
Only then they can be together..
No one must know.
Not yet.
The tree grows,
Repairs the branches torn by others.
And grows new extensions to reach out to the blackened sun.
They only see each other at this tree.
As if a waypoint for the love that the world has rejected.
Yet they still must persevere.
They must move on.
Soon this tree with it branches so wide,
Wil
Have you ever been left in the dark?
I mean completely tuned out to the really important stuff..
Of course you have..most dont even relise that it has happend until they recieve such information...
According to my mother..
She has been having an affair for the past 7 years
7 years...nearly half my life she has had an affair and I havent relised it.
How can something like that just slip by unnoticed?
My parents arent secret agents..they dont have Metal Gear Solid capabilites
But still it is oblivious to me how she did it.
7 years of lies...
Don't get me wrong..
I still love my mother
and do not think any different of her...
Even i
A mind absent of life...
No light to cuddle against...
No flesh to tell that you that your alive...
Friends who are really your Advisaries...
True friends too far away to grasp....
The food turns to ash in your mouth as you chew...
The drink not able to quench your thirst...
Not even death can save you...
Sad aint it?
It gets worse...
Love burns through you like a brand...
Trust fails embedding you in betrayal...
And all thats left is you..
smirks with a dark shadow cascading across his face
Hmm...
Not to bad if your on the giving end..
The enjoyment of watching them squirm...
And double over..until their little life breaks a
A love obtained is another love gone.
Making a new life from the ashes of former skin.
Only to realise that the life that you left had more meaning then this new shell.
Somethings that are aquired, Happiness and the new experiences for the new obtained facade.
One.
One life
One act to play
One is all that is needed for fury to blossom into something more.
Only then will they see the truth..
The true form of hate,strife and horror,as they watch what was once theirs, to be stripped from their bare arms.
The arms that had loved them so long ago.
The cold cell of death surounded with a light too far to reach
in this nonentity.
Filled
The power in which I had asertained as abandon me.
The feel of justice gone from the bones who tried so hard to keep it true.
Stripping them from life, Leaving him in between death and something else...
Something that ca not be explained.
It is as if you dont exist,But you know you do..
Your mind tells you that you exist...
altough your body denies it..
When you flail your arms you feel no wind...
You try to breathe but no air fills your lungs, and yet you dont suffocate.
The mind tells you that your starving even though you cant eat...
Your eyes sightless...
Your voice muted...
All that is left is that thought of exsitence...
Yo
Theory of a heart by SephirothTheGreat, literature
Literature
Theory of a heart
All hearts are born from darkness.
.....
Some however adapt this small abnormality referred by some as a light.
A small ray that converts this blackened soul to something with life,
something unseen by the pure.
Human...
.....
Human.
The mere mention of the word brings thoughts to mind that trouble even the coldest of hearts.
The concept of feeling, The warmth of flesh upon yours.
This brings the attention of another word to covert our hearts.
Love..
To some this is the greatest thing.
Allow this thing to enter your heart, and it becomes the breaking point of both our world and theirs.
Although it may fill a heart with this ligh
If I had a wish..
One wish..
what would it be?
To start over?
No..
Then I wouldnt be me, would I...
I would be a new me..
What would I wish for If I had the chance..
Change the world to a place in which my dreams are a reality..
Dragons, Mystics, Magic...
Probally not..
Then they wouldnt be dreams...
So Then what would I wish for?
Love...
Love would be nice...
I might wish for love, a true love that would stay true to me...
But even wishing that wont garrantee that they would stay.
Free will governs that concept...
That would be a waste of a wish...
Then what is a wish good for then...
If I cant use it to be happy...
Mone
What would happen if I had given up?
How would the world perceve me?
Now that I think about it...
You would probally be living a more pleasurable life.
Free from caring about the mishaps and bruises
Released from the torment I so gladly put them through...
Occasionally I wish I had given up so long ago...
Succumb to the darkness that encases my vision blinding my perception..
But of course Im here thinking about what I could do next to make someone's life miserable...
You see thats what I do when your not around...
I take control and things start getting intresting...
You remember that little guy that you cared for and cuddled?
We
Why am I here..
Ive asked myself this question many times before only to come up with a blank aspect of life...
I have no reason to be here..
No one to love...
No one to hold...
Only revenge and strife boil at this core...
At least thats how it seems to be...
I havent been able to justify a reason to exist...
None!
Ive tried my best to keep this facade of optimisium...
But alas ive worn myself down..
Kara was the last fragment of myself...
Lost under bullshit and advert reasonry
But I dont care anymore...
The people I thought I cared for have shown no love in return...
They always have excuses for leaving,none of which make sen
A past tied between lost lies and hollow faith
Circles a tree built with human hands.
Enshrouding within the light of life that brings truth.
Rounding this tree flows the moat of souls that protect it.
Sorrowing fields extend leaving the majesty to collect dust.
Until one day...
When one being catches a glimpse through the shadows.
Only a glimmer of something more.
But that was all that was needed to spark the curiosity.
Set in motion ideas and thoughts that were though unthinkable.
Leaving everything behind he sets off.
Carrying only his pride and loyalty.
Following a thought in his mind..
running through war after war
Petty sq
Current Residence: Trailer (represent!!) Favourite genre of music: Rock,Rap Favourite style of art: Anime Operating System: Crap Wallpaper of choice: the cheap kind Skin of choice: my own Favourite cartoon character: Ed from ED Edd and Eddy Personal Quote: I wont just be a memory ~Sephiroth~
The doubt is wether a creature that certainly appears to be alive, really is.
Alternatively, the doubt that a lifeless object might actually live.
Thats why dolls haunt us.
They are modeled on humans.
They are, in fact nothing but human.
They make us face the terror of being reduced to simple mechanisms and matter.
In other words they fear that fundementally all humans belong to the void.
Further, science seeking to unlock the secret of life, brought about this terror.
The notion that nature is calulable inevitably leads to the conclusion that humans too, are reducible to basic, mechanical parts. The human body is a machine which wind
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