You have those thoughts.
From time to time, you ponder the wicked truths of the world.
But only for a short while.
These thoughts
Like a virus
consume us,
destroy us,
awaken us.
Naturally, our bodies spare us from such stress.
It allows us to forget
or make us believe we have forgotten.
But from time to time, we remember the wicked truths of the world.
Look at them.
mother,
father,
lover,
companion.
Gone.
You know this. You've known this for so long.
A life without mother, father, lover, companion.
Does such a life really exist?
For o
'Til death do us part has arrived too fast
But our claims will be put to the test at last
I begin my slumber with a lonely heart's aching
And I fear my body may be subject to waking
For if in that slumber my death becomes disrupted
I shall soon be condemned for a godless life corrupted
The flames will engulf and the swords will impale
As I cry upon that former lie for help to no avail
I'll see you, my sweet, looking peaceful as can be
Draped in cloaks of linen and spotless ivory
You'll look down upon me from the foot of Heaven's gate
But be unable to lament at the anguish of my state
For your place is in the Kingdom where sorrow
The Blue Ox In The Sky-Part 1 by w0otx2, literature
Literature
The Blue Ox In The Sky-Part 1
Nevada. If boredom was an attribute of eternal torture, Hell would have established its headquarters here. Pitchforks, after all, do remain a common motif between the two regions. Hell, however, remained only a fairy tale to George Michael; a very bleak, dreary, unfortunate fairy tale of justice and injustice. The death of his parents lead to George Michaels decent to Nevada, deaths he did not quite understand. After all, statistics show the probability of a plane crash occurring versus a car crash to be very minute. Never had it crossed George Michaels logistic mind that what separa
Here lies the body of my sweet heart.
One in a million she was,
With smooth skin and an uncanny sense of humor.
With dreams and aspirations,
And a bullet lodged in her skull,
Like a splinter between two planks.
Here lies the body of what was once my source of joy,
But is now the origin of all things hatred in my soul.
My love is buried here.
Oh yes, she was my love,
But my ability to love also thrives in that death
Which was embraced so voluntarily.
She died for Him.
We were supposed to have a family one day.
Did you remember that when that pathetic assailant asked
"Do you believe in Him so much that you would die for Him?"
I
In light of Kim Jong II's audacious missile launch performed April 5, 2009, the United Nations has revealed its intentions to sanction North Korea. In a recent press report, President Barack Obama declared The age of Finger-Shaking is over. It is now time to change our tactics in dealing with hostile countries. President Obama proposed the sanction would be a New hope in deterring nuclear hungry North Korea from doing Not so good things.
Conflict quickly arose, however, when the United Nations Security Council discovered that North Korea has the most Isolationist government in the world. With ta
The fool says in his heart,
"There is no God."
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile;
there is no one who does good.
The fool doth also deny such claims,
And believe himself to be, to a degree, righteous
All in fulfillment of the Prophecy;
"The Devil himself masquerades as an angel of light"
Therefore let not this Angel's light,
Or his welcoming smile,
Or his free embrace,
Deter you from the Fundamental Truth
That Hell is in he,
And the inverse shall be true after his death.
Furthermore,
Take arm against this Angel of Deception,
Harden your hearts to his words,
For he knows not love, and knows not charity;
His kindness
There are some that argue that nothing can be certain, or known for sure. These people argue Nihilism at its most core component. I, however, believe it's slightly disingenuous to not acknowledge common knowledge in certain aspects: Requisites for survival, for example. But when we move beyond that narrow scope of the familiar, we branch out into a faith, a religion of ideas. No, not actual religious belief in a deity, but the faith that is requisite to advocate ideas not in one's own area of expertise.
I have been in debate for four years, and have spent plenty of time filing evide
You brought your clarinet over today.
We decided we needed to practice some music.
Strictly business.
Some measures sounded wonderful.
Other times we couldn't seem to line things up.
At times the rhythm was inconsistent,
But sixtuplets just aren't your thing yet.
We repeated the complicated parts of our duet:
We repeated and repeated until it finally came to us.
We were proud,
But only as business partners marvel over a great sale.
Nothing more.
Strictly business.
At times my clumsy fingers would slip on my piano.
Sometimes your clarinet would squeak.
These are examples of musical incompetence.
We tried to frown upon our mi
You have those thoughts.
From time to time, you ponder the wicked truths of the world.
But only for a short while.
These thoughts
Like a virus
consume us,
destroy us,
awaken us.
Naturally, our bodies spare us from such stress.
It allows us to forget
or make us believe we have forgotten.
But from time to time, we remember the wicked truths of the world.
Look at them.
mother,
father,
lover,
companion.
Gone.
You know this. You've known this for so long.
A life without mother, father, lover, companion.
Does such a life really exist?
For o
'Til death do us part has arrived too fast
But our claims will be put to the test at last
I begin my slumber with a lonely heart's aching
And I fear my body may be subject to waking
For if in that slumber my death becomes disrupted
I shall soon be condemned for a godless life corrupted
The flames will engulf and the swords will impale
As I cry upon that former lie for help to no avail
I'll see you, my sweet, looking peaceful as can be
Draped in cloaks of linen and spotless ivory
You'll look down upon me from the foot of Heaven's gate
But be unable to lament at the anguish of my state
For your place is in the Kingdom where sorrow
The Blue Ox In The Sky-Part 1 by w0otx2, literature
Literature
The Blue Ox In The Sky-Part 1
Nevada. If boredom was an attribute of eternal torture, Hell would have established its headquarters here. Pitchforks, after all, do remain a common motif between the two regions. Hell, however, remained only a fairy tale to George Michael; a very bleak, dreary, unfortunate fairy tale of justice and injustice. The death of his parents lead to George Michaels decent to Nevada, deaths he did not quite understand. After all, statistics show the probability of a plane crash occurring versus a car crash to be very minute. Never had it crossed George Michaels logistic mind that what separa
Here lies the body of my sweet heart.
One in a million she was,
With smooth skin and an uncanny sense of humor.
With dreams and aspirations,
And a bullet lodged in her skull,
Like a splinter between two planks.
Here lies the body of what was once my source of joy,
But is now the origin of all things hatred in my soul.
My love is buried here.
Oh yes, she was my love,
But my ability to love also thrives in that death
Which was embraced so voluntarily.
She died for Him.
We were supposed to have a family one day.
Did you remember that when that pathetic assailant asked
"Do you believe in Him so much that you would die for Him?"
I
In light of Kim Jong II's audacious missile launch performed April 5, 2009, the United Nations has revealed its intentions to sanction North Korea. In a recent press report, President Barack Obama declared The age of Finger-Shaking is over. It is now time to change our tactics in dealing with hostile countries. President Obama proposed the sanction would be a New hope in deterring nuclear hungry North Korea from doing Not so good things.
Conflict quickly arose, however, when the United Nations Security Council discovered that North Korea has the most Isolationist government in the world. With ta
The fool says in his heart,
"There is no God."
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile;
there is no one who does good.
The fool doth also deny such claims,
And believe himself to be, to a degree, righteous
All in fulfillment of the Prophecy;
"The Devil himself masquerades as an angel of light"
Therefore let not this Angel's light,
Or his welcoming smile,
Or his free embrace,
Deter you from the Fundamental Truth
That Hell is in he,
And the inverse shall be true after his death.
Furthermore,
Take arm against this Angel of Deception,
Harden your hearts to his words,
For he knows not love, and knows not charity;
His kindness
You brought your clarinet over today.
We decided we needed to practice some music.
Strictly business.
Some measures sounded wonderful.
Other times we couldn't seem to line things up.
At times the rhythm was inconsistent,
But sixtuplets just aren't your thing yet.
We repeated the complicated parts of our duet:
We repeated and repeated until it finally came to us.
We were proud,
But only as business partners marvel over a great sale.
Nothing more.
Strictly business.
At times my clumsy fingers would slip on my piano.
Sometimes your clarinet would squeak.
These are examples of musical incompetence.
We tried to frown upon our mi
There are some that argue that nothing can be certain, or known for sure. These people argue Nihilism at its most core component. I, however, believe it's slightly disingenuous to not acknowledge common knowledge in certain aspects: Requisites for survival, for example. But when we move beyond that narrow scope of the familiar, we branch out into a faith, a religion of ideas. No, not actual religious belief in a deity, but the faith that is requisite to advocate ideas not in one's own area of expertise.
I have been in debate for four years, and have spent plenty of time filing evide
My Junior year English teacher was a real prick:
However, she taught me to apply
All that had been presented in the classroom
To the realm of real life.
As I stood beside my date at my high school formal,
And watched my ex girlfriend stride up beside me,
And lay her coccyx adjacent to some random guy's pelvis,
(Intentionally in my plain sight of course),
I began to see a swirl of literary elements,
And for a second,
I was almost able to enjoy the situation.
High school dances.
They allow room for three groups of people to emerge:
One group partakes in having sex with clothes on.
The next group consists of members who partake in
She doesnt love him,
Her heart belongs
To another,
To the one that
Doesnt know she
Even exists,
But hes here now,
And she does care for him,
She knows that hell
Make her happy,
And that hell
Love her till
The end of his days,
She looks into
His soft eyes,
Knowing that shell
Never love him,
But theres something
To be said about
Being loved,
And not being alone,
He knows she
Doesnt love him,
That her heart belongs
To another,
But that doesnt change
The way he feels
About her,
He prays each night,
That shell see the light,
That if shed give him
You brought your clarinet over today.
We decided we needed to practice some music.
Strictly business.
Some measures sounded wonderful.
Other times we couldn't seem to line things up.
At times the rhythm was inconsistent,
But sixtuplets just aren't your thing yet.
We repeated the complicated parts of our duet:
We repeated and repeated until it finally came to us.
We were proud,
But only as business partners marvel over a great sale.
Nothing more.
Strictly business.
At times my clumsy fingers would slip on my piano.
Sometimes your clarinet would squeak.
These are examples of musical incompetence.
We tried to frown upon our mi
Current Residence: Texas deviantWEAR sizing preference: You calling me fat? Print preference: HPs are nice. Favourite genre of music: Instrumentals/Alternative. Favourite photographer: None. Favourite style of art: None. Operating System: Mac OS X FTW! MP3 player of choice: iPod Shell of choice: None Wallpaper of choice: Intense picture of me, bwaha. Favourite cartoon character: Tom Personal Quote: "The unexamined life is not one worth living" -Socrates
Thanks to school and work, I've been extremely busy. More importantly, I've felt a lot less...well, human. I wake up at 7, get to work by 8, do computer programming until 5, come home and do math homework into the late hours of the night... it's hard not to feel like a machine due to all the monotony. I do, however, love programming and math, but I can't help but feel a bit empty at times.
Maybe it's time to write again, to think about humanity for a minute instead of always obsessing over recursion, or the first principle of mathematical induction.
Hah, it's almost been a year since I've made a journal entry on here. And to think a few years ago I used to practically LIVE on dA. My, how things change.
I don't write poems anymore. I simply don't have that kind of inspiration anymore. However, I do write programming articles that have been featured in various publications!
I'm double majoring in Math and Computer Science at UT Tyler. I enjoy my math class the most.
I'm in a web design partnership, Vert Studios. Check out our work and our blog: http://vertstudios.com/
and I have been throwing down on Mario Kart 64 and Super Smash Brothers. Talk about Nostalgia trip. It's pretty cool enjoying the memories of your past with someone you plan on making memories with in the future. Actually I don't get that mushy when I'm playing video games. I just wanted to say something grossly sentimental. I think I won.
So it's approaching a year, which is somewhat of a big deal. We haven't been baking each other cakes for the "OMG MONTH ANNIVERSARIES!". I think we're a little beyond that.
This is easily the most laid back, worthwhile, meaningful, enjoyable, and stress free relationship I've ever been in. She really unde
I gonn ahafta say...Ive been ignorant. Never been much of readin, but this time I looked through your stuff and I enjoy it. Please forgive the lack of comments, but I'll definatly try harder this time seeing the talent you truely have.