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@eldritch-doom
We all had a cringy scene phase.
You were right.
It wasn't me who didn't deserve you, it was you who didn't deserve me.
Those cute conversations we would have, they have served me a great purpose. Though, I would give everything to forget the sweet words you told me over our time; the people we fell in love with are dead. They've been dead for a very long time. This- this is my acceptance. I've met someone new, someone beautiful. I truly wish the best for you, and should you ever need my help, don't hesitate to ask. You are but a bittersweet memory to me. In everything I am, in everything I will be, I know I won't forget. However, that doesn't mean I can't be in your corner.
Catching Fire
No, not Hunger Games related. The last two years, I had spent in a welding shop to pursue certifications (I succeeded in this). However, with all good things it wasn't done without expense. See, there are things that happen to people when there is molten steel just a mear eight inches from your face and you're looking up at it.
There is a question we ask ourselves "would I rather drown or be burned alive". I can tell you what it's like to catch on fire, especially with an artificial gas. The second that fire blows back on you, you can hear (or at least I do) these faint screaming sounds. It's an auditory sensation I can't exactly explain but put shortly, I would much rather drown. Losing feeling after suffering that measure of pain simply isn't worth more than simply falling asleep.
It's alright.
My conscious is not dead, I just want this to end.
So one day, I got really bored and realized I had a bunch of acrylic paint I hadn't even touched despite it being gifts over two Christmas seasons. I started painting toward the end of August- and I intend to cover this second of the wall. It really brought me some peace of mind. I call it "The Conformity of Chaos".
It's a work in progress.
A few months ago, I met this girl. There have been very few times that we have physically been face to face. When we have been in contact, I could tell you what she was wearing, the brand of perfume, I could tell you it was raining. I could also tell you, there were few words that came from her. So very few. If I could explain and equate the two of us as being animals, it would be I an ebony bird, and she a white mouse. How did it ever happen?
A bird of prey, consumes all that it can, the flesh of the dead, flesh of the living. Why her? Why is she the one I see? Why did she capture my eye..? I really couldn't give you an answer. But, she fears the same way I do, she some times knows not what to say.
Even I am at a lack of words, I am a poet of sorts. And I literally couldn't find the words to finish this one- but she promised me "there will be plenty more to write." One can only hope so. Anyways:
I question the things that are unknown to me.
I think about the things that surround this world to be.
I question all and everything I see fit.
Just because I can't make sense of it.
Senseless and wandering.
Mindless and pondering-
Nature of the ones I surround myself with.
The actions of others that bring me to bliss.
Funny the way the world works,
Hidden meanings behind every verse.
Captivated are, the amber eyes
The way the world is, and taken by surprise.
The laws of nature place this bird
As something misunderstood and absurd
A bird of prey, a bird of death.
A bird that feasts till nothing is left.
Came upon and befriended something small
Something curious and something flawed
Curiosity caught his eye.
Curiosity drew him from the sky.
When is enough, enough?
What is purpose?
I really don't think I could tell you what it is I am striving for these days. I really couldn't, and not from a lack of trying. I believe I tried too much, and it lead me to find a violent lack of puprose. I think I've tried like hell over these last few years, graduating highschool seems like such a mediocre accomplishment. Attending college only to have my GPA bust down to the bottom of the class. And the tiny inconveniences that came in between- all of it comes down to the realization. I simply do not know what I want anymore. I honestly don't even know why I'm electing to use this media as a means to tell anyone. Just a place to let out what's bothering me in hopes no one sees it.
#metal #music #concert
Hello,
This is my first blog, not so familiar with how these things work, nor am I familiar with how to gain people's attention. I'm not desperate, I just want to be able to see how people work, see how they feel. Getting "attuned" to this society as a whole. Whether or not my objectives are being met by orthodox methods, I'll leave that for a later dates decision. But like I said, this is my first blog. Any and all tips are welcome. So long.