Author of a memory: Do you not think to protest?
Can't you say a fading hope is nothing but grotesque?
Indigo encampments
clot a pooling blood of red,
And an Ivory cadaver
sings with the beauty of the dead.
Melancholy majesty
professes all but truth;
In jeaopardy of amnesty,
one succinctly speaks "uncouth"
sin severs lives from wretched bones,
but who laments the stead?
'Cause there 's not a single soul in sight...
...of the truth that lies ahead
I've often wondered what I've lost, or rather, left behind...
For naught was stole, unto the night, which wasn't less than kind:
While binding stars, I recompense a night's unrest that yields a dream;
Whilst binding feet, I nurse the scourge of a now apparent, threadless seam
Today belies a yesteryear, which I now sadly idle through
But I've escaped to freedom's clutch; can I not call this "true"?
My wrenching heart disjoins my soul, or shall I dub it "flak"?
Who sheds a pence? ...It matters not: for all that's left, it fades to black.
I stifle cheerful cries of pain, and dishelve my prideful sin...
I'm just a liar, or better yet, a
I feel impatient...
Impatient with the world...
With the world on my shoulders...
On my shoulders lie the wounds...
Lie the wounds, to untrained eyes...
To untrained eyes, there's not a thing to see...
Not a thing to see...
A thing to see...
To see...
I grow tired...
Tired of the ever-coming days...
...ever coming...
...ever coming?
...are you ever coming?
...coming...
...days.
My heart is broken-up from all the constant waiting...
Up from all the...waiting...
...broken...waiting.
All the...waiting.
My heart...
...is broken...
Constant...ly
All the...waiting...
Waiting for something else...
...for something...
...som
Current Residence: San Antonio, Texas Favourite genre of music: ethnic/world music and videogame remixes Operating System: Hope for love. Wallpaper of choice: Green Paint Skin of choice: soft, warm, and close to me... Personal Quote: I'm living life one day at a time... but, what good is that without a sense of time?
I don't really know what i'm writing about today... it's been so long that i've been on here, that i can't really think of anything to talk about.
I'll just make a list of interesting people that i've met in the current semester at SAC. heh... i'm at various stages of establishing relationships with them, but they all seem like genuinely nice people.
MWF CLASSES
Sociology at 8am: mood- spirited.
People of Interest:
Amy DeVoss- Blonde 18 year old girl of undecided major. very nice and generally just a pleasant, smiling girl. devout non-denominational Christian.
Jaewoong Jung- 24 year old South Korean international student that enjoys ani
It's a self portrait...
*lmao* just kidding... its my dead grandpa... Bernardo Leos. i actually drew this thing in early june when he passed away, but due to several persistent matters, followed by the death of my laptop, i was never able to get around to uploading it...
*sigh* people have told me that i have his eyes... so... I guess it could resemble me... you just have to wait another 80 years... *sigh* *L* i know i didn't cry at Grandpa's funeral, but this is the least i can do to try and pay my respects to him. *nods*
if i ever recover the data from my dead laptop, i'll be sure to upload the source drawing...
anyway... that's all for
*laughs* my floor is tiled. blah.
Hrm... I've come to the conclusion that i won't have my laptop fixed for at least another week or so, and because of this, i have decided to pursue a short writing trend... meh. at least it'll give me something to upload.
In other news, classes start monday, and i'll be damned if not going to break my back with the workload this semester... *lmao* yeah... Acting, Drawing, Music App. and Speech. lol...
maybe i'll start applying myself next semester...
*shrugs*
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