Posted 07 July 2010 - 03:45 PM
Laugh and cry
Are broken windows.
And no longer do I hear
The thoughts that
So often brought me mirth
For those blanched lips
Too soon I see a face
Far to familiar
A blank mask
White from death
Is all thats left.
Posted 07 February 2011 - 05:52 PM
Existing and Not existing. Why must to contradictory Ideas exist?
If Nothing Existed then what was that void then? By Having No light, the shadow was not any different from any of the shadows... because of this something had to exit, there had to be light.
-Light and Darkness
Thus Light and darkness, a contradictory existence but they complemented each other very well giving meaning to both sides. Yet something was still missing.
It was devoid and empty. Another contradiction to their existence. If there was light and darkness how was the two any different if both of them had no observers... simply put it was all still all for naught.
-Perfect and Imperfect
Thus both light and darkness gave birth to a single point in time and space perfect and symmetrical. But it was too perfect that it was still useless thus with a slight imperfection it forced upon it self something was born...
It couldn't be described what was born or what was it... but think of that point that perfect something just broke, and shattered like crystals in an empty void that had both light and darkness. Then they swirled around to meld into a beautiful scenery of crystals floating endlessly amidst the void but soon after amidst the distance those crystals seemed to be dissapearing until one was all that was left... frail but it survived. As those countless "Universes" didn't garner the "perfect" shape to form and to be able to sustain themselves.
All but one survived. It had the perfect ratio to allow things to exist. It had light and darkness. It was both Perfect in a way and Imperfect and it still had room for something else and within that universe countless things formed that came and go, with light and darkness, with perfection and imperfections. Until again another world appeared small and frail just like its "outer shell".
-Chance and Certainty
Still the original objective was to create an observer but all what happened was just creating layers upon layers. It was all still useless. It was just a mindless loop of creating this and that. Until By "Chance and Certainty" something was born again. Unique to the so-called "Layers" as for one this was unique. It had the capacity to gave "self-realization" or to know that it was here and there. One could describe it as "life", a new element it seems....
(There is still a continuation but mind block... )
>This is basically a concept of mine I thought of, more or less it is a background for my story which someday I may plan to work on maybe turning into a manga? or a game?. Through years I shaped up this concept.
This was inspired from countless mediums. Games and Novels and the likes.
Warning Sort of Long Again...
This is sort of a story of creation. You can coincide it with the physics' explanation of the creation too. As my so called planned game garners that there is No God (Although there will be one). It's really complicated since I layered it after one concept after another. Even I myself cannot understand it fully.
It is also an explanation on the layers of existence kinda like how a table is standing on the ground. On the Table there is a plate and How is it there. On the Plate there is a cookie. But how do you know it is There without someone knowing. Thus humans come into play. Unique to the table and etc. Humans were boundless as they had another world within themselves which was the world of thoughts Unlimited and uncontrolled it followed no contradictory elements which was required for something to exist in the whole "entirety". But it had a catch, a contradictory element to prevent this unfair world. It was only bound to basically "fiction" if you get what Im saying. Somehow humans were to able to find a loopholewhich created the meta world which changed everything even further and created a meta-world the ruler of the layers of existence of something like that.
To be honest this is just a scrap idea but nevertheless one of my starting point. Its really complicated in my head, IT has So MANY LAYERS its So damn confusing. I just had to post it for some reason like something possessed me out of randomness.
Posted 07 May 2012 - 03:10 AM
THE REAL ME HAS BROKEN FREE
I fell so deep, into a pitch black dream.
When I awoke it basically cycled eat, shit, sleep, and repeat.
No days felt real, swig of water, first, second, and third pill.
The pain of being dead on the inside gradually pushing outside,
The displeasure was overbearing and became impossible to hide.
Look directly into the eyes of this unrecognizable face,
Everything's distorted out of place inside an empty space.
Does any of this sound familiar?
That's so rhetorical like asking if two sides of a coin are similar.
I want to break free from these endless days of days that never end,
Weary of putting on my mask, befriend, and pretend.
I'm no longer who I want to be; I'm talking to myself,
If I can than why can't you see.
If only it was just a simple matter of being lazy,
With a future in standstill, apathy turned to insanity, I'm going crazy.
But somewhere in a fit when I was raging,
I heard HIS voice and it kept repeating what it was saying.
What can be gained from everything you've lost?
With faith lies infinite possibilities yet to be found.
Rebuke the demons of despair that chain you down.
Wake up from the pitch black dream,
The world can trick you it's not what it seems.
Keep pushing past the shades of grey,
No traveling back in time just seize this day.
As long as I've got breath then I've got hope,
That's what the VOICE spoke.
I've been fed lies,
I've been deceived by beautiful eyes.
For three whole years I've had one hell of a case of writer's bloc,
Now I found the key, re-awake, and unlock.
All my dreams, my goals, the words had been buried deep within my soul,
I've only lived half a life this second half will make me whole.
I've got a case of writer's bloc again,
But I said what I needed to say,
Maybe I'll see you'll again one day,
Until then the pleasure was all mine, Ja ne!
Posted 27 September 2012 - 05:52 PM
Oh what time is it?
Tick Tock Tick Tock such a night.
I had not noticed the Fickle moment.
Cleaning such a tedious Commitment.
But what is this?
My Eyes draw me to a another chore.
But Oh no~ I cried out.
Not another Bore!!
Sigh, I lamented.
But no matter I Consented.
The surrounding was well lit.
For the Chore I had to Commit.
I needed everything to be Bright.
So says the Maid with the Pocket Watch of Blood.
1 user(s) are reading this topic
0 members, 1 guests, 0 anonymous users