Started smoking again and it really helps me thinkHey, you know i cant keep track with old DA ppl anymore, seems like everyone has changed their DA names except me. Anyway i started drawing and writing stories and creating characters again... been watching and reading a lot about history and it helps inspire me a lot of characters and ideas... im thinking of making something serious and close to the current dysfunctional world and the societies.. every problem i read in the news papers and the news i guess is gonna inspire me to make this comic about my character Bezerking.. i would love to hear feedbacks.. i will do a short comic strip later in B&W to show something like this..More Like This
So okay if anyone wants to ask me how is life... well i guess im back into the rage angry mood yet again, this time i put no effort trying to suppress my anger, i just let it out, the more i try to keep calm because my heart cant take it, the more i just feel like a weakling, and trying to refrain myself from smoking and trying to limit my lifestyle
SmileWith each glanceMore Like This
You show your true self
With each laugh
You display the vulnerabilities of your heart
With each friend
You leave yourself more and more room to be injured
More clutter and edges against which to shatter your exposed self.
And nobody wants to die of those wounds.
But does that mean you will stop smiling?
On My MindI can't help it.More Like This
I can hear your laugh.
I can smell your skin.
I can see your smile when I close me eyes.
I can't help it.
I can feel your arms around me.
I can taste the sweetness of the kiss i imagine is yours.
I just can't help it!
My LoveI love you...More Like This
Your broken mess,
Your selfish might,
Your bitter light
Your broken hope,
Your suicidal rope
Your dried up tears,
Your painful years
Your endless struggles,
Your loveless cuddles
Your numbing emotion,
Your lack of devotion...
I love you.
Despite it all.
The Difficulty of WordsI fear now to immortalize my thoughts,More Like This
to watch them come alive,
transform them into tangible things,
thoughts are fleeting, temporary, transparent,
they can be brushed aside like flies,
but words, words are permanent,
they are insistent,
they will not be ignored, or forgotten.
I am left imprisoned in trepidation,
rendered aphasiated, while I wait
upon your words, I have placed the dagger
within your hand and at your whim and will
you may use it as you please.
I dare not delve too deep into the meaning of this,
how can I now speak former words of love
when the moment has come in which
you might snipe that all away.
No more private meanderings of idle wondering,
no more can you remain as but the elusive muse,
there flickering just out of reach,
for now the time has come,
the moment in which you will become more real than ever,
flesh and blood warm beneath my touch,
or you may become but a ghost of a memory,
farther out of range than ever before,
when not even the hop
not okayPeople think that even though i act like everything is okayMore Like This
that it is but the truth is its all just a act
i fool them so easily that i've begun to lose track of how many times i've let
those happy times slip away with just a lil drink i slip into a theater that replays
all those happy days me and you. I struggle to keep my shields up and the energy that fuels it
fades more and more. The times we used to say that we loved each other i couldent believe
we were aso happy then when i think about the past my walls they crumble in
yet i still save a brave face for when im out at a familiar place with all of my friends they
cant see that my mask is decieving them i cry deep on the inside trying to hide the feelings that i fight to hide.
No one can see beyond my walls even when they decay from the fires of my heart that is so torn.
People can say that i am okay but they never seek the real truth until the real walls break down
and i break out and lash out at those who never understood. I am n