There is a fat man somewhere, who will start to fall.
As the seasons change to dust, lost is what will become of all.
Near and far the tides will change, to forever sway the ides of march.
Whose to be fooled by the unknowing,
not we, amidst our kings of the arch.
Sadness blooms and dwindles, it curses, cringes and dooms.
The wrath of Divinity was brought upon us,
ourselves, are to be held lamentable.
Trespass unto your pre-relinquished mind,
to see why the loudest cries are of the blind.
Tread vigorously off your righteous path,
only to find that volatility is all the more welcome.
The whispering breaths of cruelty, the dying
I'm locked in a cage
I'm lost in this place I called home
I'm digging my grave
Going to where my deamons roam
Disguising my pain
but deep down it's always the same
I'm drinking away
I cry out and hang my head in shame
I feel myself fading away
I've lost who I am I've gone astray
Everyday I bleed but you cant see
blinded by your own vanity
I cant see myself
I hide behind these sealed doors
I'm sinking below
drifting away to distant shores
Life has passed me by
I have no one else to lean on
I'm Breaking Away
Afterall I guess Im not that strong
I feel myself fading away
I've lost who I am I'm all decay
The flames still burn by Identity-disorder, literature
Literature
The flames still burn
We said we'd rather die young than live to see old age,
but i guess we all moved on and turned another page
things that meant so much, seem so far away
no use in regreting what we left in yesterday
woke up one day and realized things were so strange
what we once believed in, non of us could arrange
did we give up and not live up to our dreams?
just another bunch in the crowd or thats how it seems
can we go back to where it all started?
never got a chance to know we had it
when you shut one eye and you open up the other you realize life
passed you by too quickly
we're like a flame in a dark place we wont burn out no we
looking back at my past life, thinking to myself
Where did i go wrong? when did i start taking hits from a bong?
waiting in my cold, silent and empty room for a release
all i hear is a clock ticking, water dripping from a faucette
sound of tobacco burning loudly as i take another drag,
i shiver knowing its killing me slowly, im ready for my bodybag,
why do people fear what i embrace? everywhere i go im out of place
i always hated who i've become, i lost who i really am
just a nothing, a nobody, a waste of flesh and blood
hopefully i'll belong where im going, back to where it all started
my only comfort will be, lying 6 fee
Bruising your brain with my past
A life i wish to forget
Yet it still haunts me like my own shadow
Whispering in my ear ..Die
Losing my grip on life
Not knowing what comes next
Suffered for too long
Awaiting my release
Yet ive been touched by you
Forgot how to die
Accepting life for the first time
Wanting to live again
Moving on and forgeting
Away from everything i've ever known
But all the things i do or speak
Can never say how sorry i am
For pushing you away
Behind The Smoke.. by Identity-disorder, literature
Literature
Behind The Smoke..
Stepping out of the shadows, light shines bright piercing my eyes.
Awake from my eternal absence, staring through the smoke.
Glancing back at a long dark road, leaving everything behind.
Stones and pipes on the ground, dead-like fists clinching needles.
Greatfull for every breath i take, for having a second chance.
For the craving still lingers poisoning my body, leaving me scarred for life.
Yet the light at the end of the tunnel, suddenly over shadowed by hate.
Rounding for a daily session, of pain and abuse, its an obsession.
The begining of every peaceful day, ends with a gruesome torture.
My best friend happens to be,
Bruising your brain with my past
A life i wish to forget
Yet it still haunts me like my own shadow
Whispering in my ear ..Die
Losing my grip on life
Not knowing what comes next
Suffered for too long
Awaiting my release
Yet ive been touched by you
Forgot how to die
Accepting life for the first time
Wanting to live again
Moving on and forgeting
Away from everything i've ever known
But all the things i do or speak
Can never say how sorry i am
For pushing you away
i sigh
as i gather my things to leave.
clutching a stack of books
i push the unusually heavy door
and step outside.
something doesn't feel right.
the fallen leaves silently swirl around me.
my feet make no sound
as i make my way
down the steps
of the old library.
at the bottom, i stop.
the bleakness of the textureless white sky
the brisk wind tugging at my clothes
the smell of decaying leaves and grass.
nature is mourning.
the beloved summer is fading away
leaving death in its wake
and a sun that favors the southern horizon
teasing the once green land
with what little warmth it gives.
the emptiness is already
Current Residence: Huntington Beach, California. deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large Coconut Bikini Tops Print preference: Colored. Favourite genre of music: Blues, Jazz, Rock, Metal and Oldies. Favourite photographer: ChibiNyu Favourite style of art: Poop Paintings Operating System: Cardiovascular System MP3 player of choice: Ipod Shell of choice: The Crawfish are exquisite. Wallpaper of choice: Random Skin of choice: I like pasty skin, although bronze sometimes is just fandoodle. Favourite cartoon character: That guy with the moustach and earring from Family Guy Personal Quote: "I'm sorry, I had beans for lunch."
Favourite Visual Artist
Captain Morgan
Favourite Movies
Lord of the Rings...The Freddy and Sully Remake.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Too many...
Favourite Writers
Dana Shaban
Favourite Games
Cellphone Golf
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3 but I don't have one :( Contact me for Donations :D
Tools of the Trade
I always liked the corkscrew..
Other Interests
Reading, Writing, Watchin t.v.(if availabe), mingle with my other personalities, Pee in public TP�
Alright so it's been 2 years since my last entry. My god time flies when aren't doing anything significant or relevent for that matter. I suppose it's time for an update.
I moved back stateside, I live in Huntington Beach, California now with my dog, Shiba.
I am studying something that I most likely will end up doing for the rest of my life even though I'd hate for that to happen. I want to do something else but that other thing is frowned upon and disturbingly wrongful in the eyes of my people. I've been broke for 2 months due to my monthly payments are 3 months late, living off bread and water is not fun.
And above all I believe I lost t
Well...Well.... DEVmeets have started in KSA... what a grea Idea.. I say we have a bigger DEVmeet.. All deviants in Riyadh shall meet with all the deviants in Jeddah, whoever's not chickening out of course, and we meet before the huge canyon on both the Najdi, Hijazi Borders.. and we'll fight to the death!!!! hahahha only the strong survive I say.. wait.. nevermind.. I just want to touch some boobs.. :P
I know I'm not exaggerating when I say that this has been the strangest, most fucked up month I've ever had..
when eid started, about a month ago, I was just in a strange state of mind it was really odd. I just felt sick of everything for some reason.. I fell asleep on the first day and woke up the third and everything was so damn different.. I was different too according to friends and family. I didn't leave my room for at least a week.. wasnt taking any calls, just didnt feel like it.. it was peacefull but just downright odd because I'd never done anything like that.. I cant stand sitting in my house for more than a day let alone a week..
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