| art of the day: a rant that I'm probably gonna submit. |


Once a OneOnce A One. ::: Two lonely souls sit on opposite sides; their gaze turned away, afraid to meet eyes. Two jagged pieces, and you start to wonder... Maybe they fit; they were Once a One. ::: Blue has Left and Red was Right; I stand in the middle, aware of each side. Two broken hearts, they complement each other... They ought to fit, they were Once a One. ::: Maybe I'm wrong, incorrect; but the two personalities, still separate. A moment later, they'd go back again... Because fixed they fit, they were Once a OneOnce a One


You.Another day goes by...I walk away again... Do you even know me anymore? Do I you? Is everything just forgotten, like the blank slate I promised myself? Ever since I took the courage to erase and start over again, you've always been here with me.You.
A long time ago, I lost you, and I promised you That I'll never lose you again
Now.
I look back...and I noticed, I lost you a long time ago Now, Where did you go?
With you, I was creating perfection, with my foundation as marble and you as my chisel, Even Michelangelo sighed in awe of the potential of my work. &nbs


Is that so hard to tell me?You're going to go there; is that so hard to tell me? "I don't really know..." Really? You're walking with apparent direction, Your very moves betray you. You say nothing, even when I really just want an answer...Is that so hard to tell me?
WHAT IS WITH YOU AND KEEPING INFORMATION FROM ME?!
It's nothing, really; but what's your true goal? You glare with silence, as if guarding your own sanity... I can only glare desperately back, trying to see what's wrong. Again, you say nothing, even when really I just want to ask sometimes...
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS ONLY TEARING AWAY WH


To Haiti:Look up!To Haiti:
Do you see?
If you look past the destruction...
Yea. Right there.
Just above the horizon.
Those four pillars...
Can you read it? Yea. There's an alphabet on each one. Four of them. Each of them, a representation, but together they spell a word.
Wait. You're right. The first letter IS missing. I know why. You know too: The foundation was weak, and with a shake, it fell. I see an H, beyond repair.
It's ok, as long as the last three is still up... You can still pronounce it without the Hierarch. Wit
not yet

JCC's Wizard of Oz Remake 9"Zombies. They just don't kill themselves anymore," Scarecrow sighed, staring at the nearest building broodingly.JCC's Wizard of Oz Remake 9
"Will you stop rambling and help me kill dead people!" Katie yelled, trying to head a zombie off before it could reach Layne. The entire group had made it to the Celadon Bridge before the real masses of the Emerald Citizen horde had descended on them, and for the moment they were at a tentative stalemate. The undead had full force of numbers, but the combined forces of the Scarecrow and the Tin-armor Amazon had so far proved too much for sheer numbers to overcome.
Layne let out a yelp as another ghoul st
yin yang| I am amateur writer, really bad artist but learning and a philosopher... I wanna be better at art (the reason I'm here) and do projects... oh and I really am bad at computer art... My current project: Classic Antiquity: A Short Play, 1:II My past projects: -Sekai no Au (Abandoned) -Me, romanticized that is (2009) -"Why Can't I die?"- Puzzle Piece -Alone(Picture) -Me, anime-nized that is (2010) My word projects: -Sentimentality (Poem) -Dear God, I wish... -The Smile -Frozen Light -Little Emo Notebook (1,2,3,4,5,6,7) -Forgotten Poems (1,2,3,4) -Classic Antiquity: A short Play -City of Two Towers -Alone(Poem) |
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Ace is pronounced 'Ay-See'. Why, do you ask? Because it looks better than AC.
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Life is less about who we are and more about who we choose to become. I choose to be spectacularly ordinary.
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The Father Hates me T-T
The Son Hates me T-T
The Holy Spirit kinda likes me...
anyways.
=KazePenku1.0
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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The Father Hates me T-T
The Son Hates me T-T
The Holy Spirit kinda likes me...
anyways.
=KazePenku1.0
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Life is less about who we are and more about who we choose to become. I choose to be spectacularly ordinary.
--
The Father Hates me T-T
The Son Hates me T-T
The Holy Spirit kinda likes me...
anyways.
=KazePenku1.0
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Life is less about who we are and more about who we choose to become. I choose to be spectacularly ordinary.
--
The Father Hates me T-T
The Son Hates me T-T
The Holy Spirit kinda likes me...
anyways.
=KazePenku1.0
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