"Please, You must attend! I need You there!" She pleaded desperately, her tone and cascading tears, striking right through his exterior.
"You don't understand." He began with a slow and low voice, as He mustered up all of his strength deep within His being to finish His statement. "I CANNOT attend, I fear it will be I who stands and yells 'I object!' and you do not deserve that..."
Her head fell instantly to the ground in disappoint, and it quickly struck guilt within Him, but he had to, this was the only way for him. She understood it now, saw the conclusion clearly, but was truly saddened by the reality of the situation. Soon after, she s
Why do you fool me?
You remind me that you are in existence, but never in presence.
Why can I not have you?
Because when you remind me that I already do, I only remember how little it is.
What happens when all of you is gone?
If there isn't you, I am sure there will be no other to save me.
Why can't you answer my question?
The silence is devouring me...
We are all pieces of shit at the end of the day right?
Then perhaps at the end of the day I could find an answer to what makes me so weak.
But then, I would have to give into my weakness.
Should I fall into my personal Hell, to find my salvation?
Perhaps my achievements are nothing more than milestones of insanity.
What if my accomplishments are the final song of my will? They say a Swan sings its best song before death. An explosion, shines at its brightest before vanishing forever, leaving destruction.
Then should I resolute to given into my weakness? Or should I find some conviction to strive into an explosion of dispair?
"Please, You must attend! I need You there!" She pleaded desperately, her tone and cascading tears, striking right through his exterior.
"You don't understand." He began with a slow and low voice, as He mustered up all of his strength deep within His being to finish His statement. "I CANNOT attend, I fear it will be I who stands and yells 'I object!' and you do not deserve that..."
Her head fell instantly to the ground in disappoint, and it quickly struck guilt within Him, but he had to, this was the only way for him. She understood it now, saw the conclusion clearly, but was truly saddened by the reality of the situation. Soon after, she s
Why do you fool me?
You remind me that you are in existence, but never in presence.
Why can I not have you?
Because when you remind me that I already do, I only remember how little it is.
What happens when all of you is gone?
If there isn't you, I am sure there will be no other to save me.
Why can't you answer my question?
The silence is devouring me...
We are all pieces of shit at the end of the day right?
Then perhaps at the end of the day I could find an answer to what makes me so weak.
But then, I would have to give into my weakness.
Should I fall into my personal Hell, to find my salvation?
Perhaps my achievements are nothing more than milestones of insanity.
What if my accomplishments are the final song of my will? They say a Swan sings its best song before death. An explosion, shines at its brightest before vanishing forever, leaving destruction.
Then should I resolute to given into my weakness? Or should I find some conviction to strive into an explosion of dispair?
If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…
Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.
Don't tell me you've thought about it
Don't tell me I could have a chance in the future
I don't think you realize how damaging that is
To be told maybe one day if things change
I might have a chance for something I believed a dream
You know me better than anyone else
But I know you underestimate how I feel
You think it's just a crush
Something I'll get over in time
If only I could tell you the truth
How my day brightens when you smile at me
Or that the look in your eyes is my favorite thing
That your head on my shoulder makes me melt
I've never felt so protective at when I held you as you cried
Or as conflicted as when you talk about him
Into The Mental Abyss:
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt
Under You:
Beneath the surface of the water,
There is silence, peace and darkness.
Blessed silence.
To mute the mouths of men,
To drown the voice of the world.
Surrounded by ignorance,
I choose not to hear your whispers.
Blessed peace.
Without death or pain,
Without birth and life;
Surrounded by denial,
I reject this sense of self.
Blessed darkness.
Without colour or light,
Denying all that is around me;
Surrounded by emptiness,
I am blind within this cage.
Muted, ignorant and blind,
I sleep beneath the surface of the lake.
Eternally drenched, eternally drowned,
I am the you beneath the surface.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2013
What do you say when you describe nobody? Whatever is said is an accurate depiction of who I am. An incarnation of indecision, a familiar face never identified. My favorite things to do are get high, drink coffee, and hear about how sad and fucked up everything is. There's more I dont give a fuck about then there are things I am concerned with. I love it when she calls me "Papi.". ~Tom #callmewhenurnotsober
Favourite Visual Artist
Digital paint
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, The Aviator, Oliver and Company, Sherlock Holmes,
"When it comes to the human person there are at least three distinct ways to see and understand man. Not surprisingly, these three ways correspond to our tripartite human condition as Plato might have us understand it. He said we have a belly, head and heart. By the belly we can understand our physical selves as interpreted by the five senses and our appetites. By the head we can infer the faculty of the intellect and our rational capacity. By the heart we can recognize our wills to love and hate by the freedom of our own autonomous choices..."
Today I have meditated on this idea because I feel i struggle with an identity crisis, not in a se
Finally I have done enough contemplating in my head to be back here to have some sort of outlet for all the insane thought trains I have. I hope these help me get all of these out of my mind to ease the jitter a bit so i may focus on the things i should be focused on. And today, I of course start with a matter of the heart. Not in a traditional sense of a relationship, but in a way which describes character and our truest nature. Like the toy store, we are a bunch of fiddling children trying different acts, faces, and playing in different environments all in an attempt to be somebody, to feel like somebody, to feel somebody else. This is what
I give them a moment of thought today and find such interesting beliefs. This portion of our bodies, often I forget their importance, seeming so insignificant through a day's course.
But when in reality they are a symbol of our stability, baring the weight of our efforts. Sturdy without complaint, withstanding all of the abuse this gravity attempts to take, our strength in the physical.
They are the trails of decision making, Home to all of our angels and devils as each stand for their case, presenting in such a debate. They whisper such sweet nothings, and devious plots that even our insanity may be compromised at time.
And what of the pe