Who I am is not who I was nor is it who I am going to be, they say as you get older you get set in your ways. I haven't found that yet but in the grand scheme of things I'm still quite young.
Since birth I have been on a journey of discovery, learning about myself, everything and everyone around me.
I don't want this trip to stop I want to keep learning, discovering, reading and writting about the things I find and learn.
I want to explore as much as I can before this adventure comes to an end, I want to grow as much as I can before this journeys last stop.
I hope to never get set in my ways because then I'll lose any chance of trying new th
I wish I was strong,
But I am weak,
Have so many things I want to say,
But I keep them hidden away,
Can't use my voice, can't speak these words,
Instead I sit here in silence and prey,
Prey to be stronger,
To be better, to be more,
More then I am,
To be who I should and can be,
Not this piece of trash,
That you currently see.
I wrote you a book,
To be your inspiration,
Instead selfishly it's to express my emotions,
You'll probably never read it,
Or even see or know of it,
Because I am weak,
And not who you need me to be.
A brief flash of red followed by a perpetual blackness, no memory, only thoughts that wonder where I am and why it's so dark, not so black now I begin to see it get a little brighter, images flash through my mind, random noise assaults me only discernible if I focus really hard but I can't, it's too hard, too much effort I just don't have the energy.
The images keep coming too fast for me to see, I try to keep a hold of them even just one to find out what they are but they keep escaping me. Another flash of red, more blackness, I sense some time has passed since I was last consciously aware that I could think.
Something new comes to mind now,
Who I am is not who I was nor is it who I am going to be, they say as you get older you get set in your ways. I haven't found that yet but in the grand scheme of things I'm still quite young.
Since birth I have been on a journey of discovery, learning about myself, everything and everyone around me.
I don't want this trip to stop I want to keep learning, discovering, reading and writting about the things I find and learn.
I want to explore as much as I can before this adventure comes to an end, I want to grow as much as I can before this journeys last stop.
I hope to never get set in my ways because then I'll lose any chance of trying new th
I wish I was strong,
But I am weak,
Have so many things I want to say,
But I keep them hidden away,
Can't use my voice, can't speak these words,
Instead I sit here in silence and prey,
Prey to be stronger,
To be better, to be more,
More then I am,
To be who I should and can be,
Not this piece of trash,
That you currently see.
I wrote you a book,
To be your inspiration,
Instead selfishly it's to express my emotions,
You'll probably never read it,
Or even see or know of it,
Because I am weak,
And not who you need me to be.
A brief flash of red followed by a perpetual blackness, no memory, only thoughts that wonder where I am and why it's so dark, not so black now I begin to see it get a little brighter, images flash through my mind, random noise assaults me only discernible if I focus really hard but I can't, it's too hard, too much effort I just don't have the energy.
The images keep coming too fast for me to see, I try to keep a hold of them even just one to find out what they are but they keep escaping me. Another flash of red, more blackness, I sense some time has passed since I was last consciously aware that I could think.
Something new comes to mind now,
If I were the rain would I be a thundering storm or a gentle shower? Would I cleanse the earth or destroy with my torrents? Would people watch as I pitta Patter against the window or would they run and try to find some shelter?
If I was the rain what would my life be? Would I be free or would the clouds and the climate dictate my needs...?
Current Residence: A house in a place deviantWEAR sizing preference: Big? Print preference: Full page so no paper wasted Favourite genre of music: Who cares about the genre music is the source of life. Favourite photographer: Anyone who takes amazing pictures Favourite style of art: Freestyle Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: IPOD SHUFFLE Shell of choice: A snails Wallpaper of choice: A picture a friend drew for me Skin of choice: Yours :) Favourite cartoon character: Kamina Personal Quote: Doesn't matter who you are murder is still murder.
Favourite Visual Artist
Frut
Favourite Movies
I always say Fith Element but I've watched that like a 1000 times so probably The Matrix now :(
Favourite TV Shows
IT Crowd, Would I lie to you, Never Mind the Buzzcocks, Bob's Burgers, Game of Thrones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fall Out Boy, Kings Of leon, Disturbed, Korn, Placebo, Muse, The Saturdays, Everything
Favourite Games
Breath of Fire 3, Grandia and BATMAN the Arkum Aslym or whatever
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
My keyboard
Other Interests
Music, writing, reading, chilling, gaming, not working, pretending to be working.
How long have you been on DeviantArt? For 9 Years apparently, seems a long time o.o
What does your username mean? Nothing really just a name I came up with.
Describe yourself in three words. Pretty, uninspiring, really >_>
Are you left or right handed? Right Handed
What was your first deviation? Can't remember been through several stages of deletion and restarting, know it was a poem though.
What is your favourite type of art to create? Probably poetry although have recently just started many forms of creative writing.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Drawing. Always wanted to be able to draw.
What
I rarely ever bother with journals or updating this thing with anything new except pictures of my tattoos but who knows I may start up again sometime soon.
Till then, please watch this.