When?
I didnt know you back then: the deep, soulful eyes, the tan skin, the intelligence, the lack of common sense and experience. You were so much smarter, so much better, so very much beyond my grasp. I didnt know you back then. But I sure wanted to. That was the first year.
During the first summer, I forgot about you. If only it could have ended there, and I hadnt seen you the next year
I got to know you a little, the second year. Just the surface, I saw what you showed; you learned what I let you: barely skimming the very top layer of who you were, who I was. We got to know each other. And I grew
The Photographer
Laughing,
as children
clamber onto laps.
Smiling,
squinting a little
in the bright sunlight.
Mothers and fathers,
aunts and uncles,
cousins and
relatives of all kinds,
arms around each other,
all holding hands.
Waiting
for you to finish up.
There,
framed so simply.
You pause to wonder
what it would be like
if "family" was a word
you understood.
Click
Two people.
Gazes locked in place.
Held entirely
by the other.
Enraptured
by what they see.
You are sole witness
to this purity,
this clarity of heart.
Quick now,
capture this
fleeting moment
forever,
that they might
treasure it
as y
Slowly, She Lives
Oh so slowly, she moves
Forward.
Hesitating, now
One foot on the ground,
the old bench swings back.
And wearily, she goes
To rise.
Standing regal, now
Eyes challenge the world,
to try and aid her.
Resignedly, she walks
Inside.
And ascending, now
The worn wood staircase,
to her room, again.
who were wE?
black or whitE
white or blacK
whichever i am noW
no going bacK
i am what i aM
what will be will bE
truth and lieS
both a part of mE
the person on the insidE
shaped by the ouT
finding my patH
like catching a clouD
feel tied up in knotS
as if im cross-eyeD
i knew who i waS
though i was a liE
black or whitE
white or blacK
only skin deeP?
of course, you cant see thaT
is who i aM
what was meant to bE?
or did something tangiblE
alter destinY
eyes, facE,
mind, hearT
all one wholE
or each just a parT?
only a coloR
and material stufF
whatever i aM
must be enougH
one must hopE
all ends as it sh
My Hat Is Elsewhere
Objects, things, stuff it disgusts me so
Drastically. I am repulsed by all the
Details, the small little
Words, folds, wrinkles.
Barely balanced piles, bags from
Years ago, presents from a
Childhood lost long before this moment:
Reminders of the innocence I only
Briefly
Grasped before it was ripped from my hands.
Walls in five different shades of
Yellow. Ranging from off-white to a blaringly bright
Golden-rod. The color that is so open and inviting
In a flower, boisterously assaults the eyes, trying to
Force happiness upon the viewer. Yellow, such a
Lovely color once, like sunshine dancing
Fr
Purpose
You are endlessly striving:
Headed for fruition,
But grasping so much less
Than what the world
Is asking for.
Do not spout
Your euphemisms.
You know that isnt
What I need.
But you keep cutting
Digging deeper,
_________Deeper,
____________So deep;
All to see me bleed.
Do not keep repeating
Your philosophies.
You flaunt your self
So flamboyantly
Why cant being natural
Come naturally?
Stop being so irrational;
Cease your erratic ramblings;
Desist from your frank vagueness.
Listen to me and my
Colloquialisms:
Make use of all that is,
And nothing that is not.
All aboard this
Picture Perfect
Staring out,
Out at the world
From behind a one-way mirror,
A small, shiny, black box.
Wondering if anyone can
See through
See you,
Laboring to frame existence:
Life in its purest form.
Hours of thinking,
Dreaming up the concept,
Preparing the subject,
Putting into your efforts:
Your heart,
And your soul.
Flash
Its over.
Time to move on,
On to the next dream,
The next life,
The next hope,
The next moment,
The next connection,
The next explanation.
Trying to convey your
Self
To the world,
From a place where
Everything is visible
Except your
Self:
Photography at its
Finest.
The Movie Has Ended
Truly amazing the
Vividness of your
Presence.
Here, with me persistently
Questioning, constantly
Confusing hovering
So close.
I can almost
Taste your voice rolling
Over my ears and
Into my mind.
I can almost
See your advice
Like the credits, scrolling
Up the silver screen, the
Story is
Finished, time
To go home.
But I want
More, beyond the
Ending. Where do the
Characters go from
There? What happens
In the sequel?
Some of them never get
That far, they met their
Demise right at the
Start, when someone
Else
Was just getting going.
But their affect on the
Othe
Resolve: More Ways Than One by 2-peacemaker, literature
Literature
Resolve: More Ways Than One
Resolve
More Ways Than One
Your eyes are dark
Not this grey
Grey like ice
Grey like doubt
A mask you hide behind
Not a mask
Still conceals the truth
Sitting within your eyes
That wont see me
For all you look
Many ears that hear
Just arent listening
Wont listen
You cant listen?
I have listened
To whispers and murmurs
Following me
Through long, twisted halls
Cant help what you hear
But you control what you remember
At least,
You can
I cant
Thats what it boils down to
I didnt
Did you?
Just talk this out
Maybe well muddle through
I dont think I can take it;
Un-Knowing
A ship sailing off
To return un-Certainly
Counting down the days
Until meeting destiny
If only it was un-Doubted
The link between our fates
It would arrive un-Delayed
And leave no time to wait
But with all as is now
Fearing what I know
Your return un-Sure
When will you un-Go?
Memories left behind
Mock and laugh at me
Merely a thought of hope
Would conquer easily
The thought resounds quite clear
And will not go away
I would give my soul
If it meant you could stay.
When?
I didnt know you back then: the deep, soulful eyes, the tan skin, the intelligence, the lack of common sense and experience. You were so much smarter, so much better, so very much beyond my grasp. I didnt know you back then. But I sure wanted to. That was the first year.
During the first summer, I forgot about you. If only it could have ended there, and I hadnt seen you the next year
I got to know you a little, the second year. Just the surface, I saw what you showed; you learned what I let you: barely skimming the very top layer of who you were, who I was. We got to know each other. And I grew
The Photographer
Laughing,
as children
clamber onto laps.
Smiling,
squinting a little
in the bright sunlight.
Mothers and fathers,
aunts and uncles,
cousins and
relatives of all kinds,
arms around each other,
all holding hands.
Waiting
for you to finish up.
There,
framed so simply.
You pause to wonder
what it would be like
if "family" was a word
you understood.
Click
Two people.
Gazes locked in place.
Held entirely
by the other.
Enraptured
by what they see.
You are sole witness
to this purity,
this clarity of heart.
Quick now,
capture this
fleeting moment
forever,
that they might
treasure it
as y
Slowly, She Lives
Oh so slowly, she moves
Forward.
Hesitating, now
One foot on the ground,
the old bench swings back.
And wearily, she goes
To rise.
Standing regal, now
Eyes challenge the world,
to try and aid her.
Resignedly, she walks
Inside.
And ascending, now
The worn wood staircase,
to her room, again.
who were wE?
black or whitE
white or blacK
whichever i am noW
no going bacK
i am what i aM
what will be will bE
truth and lieS
both a part of mE
the person on the insidE
shaped by the ouT
finding my patH
like catching a clouD
feel tied up in knotS
as if im cross-eyeD
i knew who i waS
though i was a liE
black or whitE
white or blacK
only skin deeP?
of course, you cant see thaT
is who i aM
what was meant to bE?
or did something tangiblE
alter destinY
eyes, facE,
mind, hearT
all one wholE
or each just a parT?
only a coloR
and material stufF
whatever i aM
must be enougH
one must hopE
all ends as it sh
My Hat Is Elsewhere
Objects, things, stuff it disgusts me so
Drastically. I am repulsed by all the
Details, the small little
Words, folds, wrinkles.
Barely balanced piles, bags from
Years ago, presents from a
Childhood lost long before this moment:
Reminders of the innocence I only
Briefly
Grasped before it was ripped from my hands.
Walls in five different shades of
Yellow. Ranging from off-white to a blaringly bright
Golden-rod. The color that is so open and inviting
In a flower, boisterously assaults the eyes, trying to
Force happiness upon the viewer. Yellow, such a
Lovely color once, like sunshine dancing
Fr
Purpose
You are endlessly striving:
Headed for fruition,
But grasping so much less
Than what the world
Is asking for.
Do not spout
Your euphemisms.
You know that isnt
What I need.
But you keep cutting
Digging deeper,
_________Deeper,
____________So deep;
All to see me bleed.
Do not keep repeating
Your philosophies.
You flaunt your self
So flamboyantly
Why cant being natural
Come naturally?
Stop being so irrational;
Cease your erratic ramblings;
Desist from your frank vagueness.
Listen to me and my
Colloquialisms:
Make use of all that is,
And nothing that is not.
All aboard this
Picture Perfect
Staring out,
Out at the world
From behind a one-way mirror,
A small, shiny, black box.
Wondering if anyone can
See through
See you,
Laboring to frame existence:
Life in its purest form.
Hours of thinking,
Dreaming up the concept,
Preparing the subject,
Putting into your efforts:
Your heart,
And your soul.
Flash
Its over.
Time to move on,
On to the next dream,
The next life,
The next hope,
The next moment,
The next connection,
The next explanation.
Trying to convey your
Self
To the world,
From a place where
Everything is visible
Except your
Self:
Photography at its
Finest.
The Movie Has Ended
Truly amazing the
Vividness of your
Presence.
Here, with me persistently
Questioning, constantly
Confusing hovering
So close.
I can almost
Taste your voice rolling
Over my ears and
Into my mind.
I can almost
See your advice
Like the credits, scrolling
Up the silver screen, the
Story is
Finished, time
To go home.
But I want
More, beyond the
Ending. Where do the
Characters go from
There? What happens
In the sequel?
Some of them never get
That far, they met their
Demise right at the
Start, when someone
Else
Was just getting going.
But their affect on the
Othe
Resolve: More Ways Than One by 2-peacemaker, literature
Literature
Resolve: More Ways Than One
Resolve
More Ways Than One
Your eyes are dark
Not this grey
Grey like ice
Grey like doubt
A mask you hide behind
Not a mask
Still conceals the truth
Sitting within your eyes
That wont see me
For all you look
Many ears that hear
Just arent listening
Wont listen
You cant listen?
I have listened
To whispers and murmurs
Following me
Through long, twisted halls
Cant help what you hear
But you control what you remember
At least,
You can
I cant
Thats what it boils down to
I didnt
Did you?
Just talk this out
Maybe well muddle through
I dont think I can take it;
Un-Knowing
A ship sailing off
To return un-Certainly
Counting down the days
Until meeting destiny
If only it was un-Doubted
The link between our fates
It would arrive un-Delayed
And leave no time to wait
But with all as is now
Fearing what I know
Your return un-Sure
When will you un-Go?
Memories left behind
Mock and laugh at me
Merely a thought of hope
Would conquer easily
The thought resounds quite clear
And will not go away
I would give my soul
If it meant you could stay.
They were the epitome of a happy family. Everybody wore tasteful outfits- elegant but colorful, formal yet comfortable. A balding man in a somber tuxedo with a yellow tie chatted amicably with a woman in a classy orange dress. Smiles abounded, and they thought that life was just fun and laughter...
And one woman on the outside, looking in.
Her black and gray dress was darker than the rest. This was her role, she knew. She did not belong in this cheery scene.
As she peered in at the party once more, nodding, a sudden silence fell over the crowd. Their random movements became deliberate, meaningful. The carefree grins turned into tight,
Current Residence: At my house Favourite genre of music: the not screamo kind Favourite photographer: the kind that takes photographs? Favourite style of art: the art-y kind XD Operating System: Windows something or other, or Mac OSX MP3 player of choice: iPod nano 4th gen Skin of choice: uh, human? >.< Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes...both of them Personal Quote: It's October 16th, I just don't know what month it is...oh, wait
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
the musical kind
Favourite Writers
the good kind
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, paper, my life experience, Canon SD 450 w/ 5.0 megapixels
Other Interests
soccer, drawing, poetry, piano, photography, listening to the world exist
I'm a O90-C3-E91-A90-N60 Big Five!!
It totally fits me, too...
I don't really use dA that much anymore...sorry guys!!!
But I have TONS of stuff...maybe I'll get around to it eventually.
My excuse? All my dA friends got Facebook xD
I :heart: ~Nuffers (https://www.deviantart.com/nuffers)
She makes boring evenings filled with fun with COMPLETELY POINTLESS QUIZZES!!!! YAYYYYYY LET'S HEAR IT FOR HERRRRR!!! WOOOO!!!
No I'm not sugar high at all! Why do you ask???
:FIRE:.
[ ] You have a short temper.
[ ] You often act on your emotions without thinking first.
[ ] You are very competitive.
[x] You like to play with fire.
[ ] You are not a strong swimmer or you can't swim at all.
[x] You prefer warm weather over cold weather.
[ ] You often lose control over yourself.
[x] You can be quite reckless.
[x] You sometimes hurt people without realizing it.
[x] People have often called you insane.
Total:
Just a reminder: EOPA = Epic Office Park Adventures.
So, life has been...very lifelike recently.
My second semester schedule RAWKS! Gifted Seminar (Advanced philosophy, basically) is made of WIN! We discuss everything. And it helps that the teacher is the best one in the ENTIRE FRIGGIN SCHOOL!!! Yes, yes that's right! It is super crazy amazing.
And my other classes are cool too. If I believed in reincarnation, I would swear by ANYTHING that my Physics teacher was Albert Einstein in another lifetime. He looks EXACTLY like him, minus the crazy hair, and with a slightly more trimmed mustache. And I know this because there're multiple pictures