I’m constantly falling into the fluffiness of pillows, of weeping willows under a dreary sky, wondering why my heart has died, and have had my hands tied. Tied to something strong like rope in the hopes that these old memories would shatter, like the rain on my face in its pittered patter of patterns, and sky scrapers with lights that tower over my soul, in this city I can no longer call home. It’s so so cold. . . I lay in mental distraught at the thought that I may actually exist, and as I clenched my fists I yelled to the sky “THIS IS IT”. As I scream showered in the hour of my dreams, soured by haunted scenes of themes from my past, I can’t look forward while neither going back. . . I think ‘maybe this is all okay’ as I stare at the chalkboard that reads ‘be kind to your container or the heart will bleed’. And the chalk used had screeched where inside my mind and chest something was breached. Liquid pours out of motionless eyes, that tried to see the good in those that froze in something more toxic than a disease, the disguise of kindness that turned out to be the black they would bleed, something that teased at the plague within their eyes, mezmarized was this innocence until this being of sickness was displeased. Agonizing and writhed were now their hands which had been tied, in a pretty string wrapped in bow but it was now their turn to wallow in their soul, of icky black goo that cooed an unnecessary call, and there I wish they’d fall. Fall so far to the depths of madness, with signs of gladness that they’re in despair, in unrepair, as a maniacle laugh can be heard. Over the city that’s now decrepit and turned, into something more desolate than my mind, from which time cannot stop the inner working of my mind. I still lay under the weeping willows, filled with pillows and the disguise of niceness blackens me with its sin, never to win, always to be beckoned and cast out, to be then be rid of this soul that is destroyed, a ploy to tease me with the face of a smile that would undoubtably destroy this inner sanctum of my hearts denial.
I’m deep, so deep in this world of purples and hues of black and blues, with glints of white scribbles, where it cascades off the pages in dribbles, It’s endless walking, tirelessly ending of the nothing that treads on farther than anticipated, farther than my mind could ever wander in the obligatory sense of it all. Ending in my path with drips. I’ve become upset, becoming the flame that burns brightly in the distance where it is barely seen. Noticed only afar, across the sea... it seems separated by mere pebbles. But it’s not that simple you see... I’m happy. I’m working on me, and what I see is a better version of the entire speculation of truth, my truth. The truth that always will and always will be. For this truth is absolute, it is not for anyone else. I cross an ocean of stars waiting to find the nebula that will enrapture me in its gravitational pull, allowing me to dance in its ever delicate rotation. My heart beats and soars rapidly. It gradually slows into a calm twirl. The dance of a solar system. Where there is no end, but a continuous journey of what is to come, to expand into something beautiful beyond the vast regions of space. Into the nothing that eventually becomes renewed into a beauty of the world.
Drips had become like echoes of the water as it fell, Loudly, the sound grew largely hollow and dwelled, To the floor of this vacant space as the air felt stilled and time stood in place, The wind howled softly and the leaves moved at their own pace, A moment of peace, of tranquility swept over me, forgetting my thoughts that once raced, For my attention was focused on the retention of my existence, the more I sought for it, the more I fought, because of its persistence, and it broke out in the screams of the diseased with the face of niceness, leaving my inner self to feel cowardly without displaying my inner emotional crisis, It isn’t the acceptance I am choosing to ignore, but the chaotic happenings of anxieties that I deplore from behind this face I call a door, Of every possible emotion that could ever be felt, beating me selfishly with its whip that feels like a belt, tears stroll and the hope within withers With no trace of its existence in this heart, the feeling no longer hithers, There is but one last resort to restart this within, to wipe out the mental hard drive and forgive myself of my sins.
A Thousand Lifetimes by deviantofblades, literature
Literature
A Thousand Lifetimes
I have seen a thousand lifetimes; many of which have seen many of things. What do you propose
that I saw? Perhaps I was the character that withered away with age and found that my life
finally had meaning in the afterlife. Or maybe there was a time that I was a young child
who had grown and learned how one should be, and that growing up is simply a part of life;
that without the growth of one’s self, there cannot be change and therefore I would stand
still in time. Indeed in these thousand lifetimes I have learned everything and nothing.
Possessing the knowledge and understanding of myself and the world. The positions and
perspe
I'm Daniel. an artist on the second to last arm of the milky way galaxy on a small little blue dot called Earth~ I'm just here. having a chill time. . .
Favourite Visual Artist
Matisse
Favourite Movies
Thirteen Ghosts
Favourite TV Shows
I don't watch TV
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
all types except some rap + some country
Favourite Books
Angel burn series
Favourite Writers
Tess gerritsen
Favourite Games
Tomb Raider
Favourite Gaming Platform
ps1|ps2|Ps4|xbox360|nintendo switch
Tools of the Trade
intuos pro tablet + Gaomon tablet w/ pen + P.T.S.
Other Interests
Writing poetry, Anime, Drawing, video games, philosophical discussion, spiritual activities, music, artsy, fashion, hanging out with my peeps.
Hi everyone. I'm debating on deleting DeviantArt... it's been a long time, and i've been on this sight for almost a decade. . .
I think Once I get into my field, and be integrated, then perhaps I'll make a new DeviantArt pertaining to my major. Not entirely sure what's going on.
Stay tuned~
PS I will be going to Anime Boston this year as con operations staff again! feel free to say hello if you see me :)
Hello everyone!
Kon'nichiwa!
With it being a few years since i've written a journal, here goes!
How are all of you? What's been new in the life of Deviantart?
As for me, I am currently working on some projects for Both Another Anime Con 2016,
and Anime Boston 2017! I'm looking to make a new start with cosplaying, so I took a year off to figure some stuff out.
pretty soon i'll have my associates degree and i'll be searching for jobs in Boston, MA.
I am looking for minor clientelle when I move to Boston in about a year.
I specialize in both costuming and womens every-day wear.
Anyhow, I'm still working and going to school. Hopefully I
np! i don't know if you remember me but i was at your booth a few years back at AAC and i complemented your Alois and Ciel drawings, and wanted to tell you that i am actually designing a cosplay for Alois Trancy. I think his character is really awesome, and that even though he is a brat he is sensitive and such. He just needs love <3. and no problem on the watch i hope to see some more of your work. i'm slowly progressed in mine, im probably intermediate right now with what im doing since i am in school for fashion design .
Oh wow! I actually do remember that! Hi! x3 I also really like Alois' character, and he does need love. Most of my work is cosplay at the moment.. I do have a good number of fanart that I managed to make for Anime Boston this year for the Artist Alley, so I'll probably be uploading them here. :3 Also, Anime Boston was amazing this year! Fashion Design is really fun. I went to art school and took a couple of Fashion Design classes just for fun and it was a huge helped for my art.