There is a depth you can go to, when you feel so low, that nothing can be lower. Not pain, torture or death. It is a darkness which seeps into your soul and you don’t even realize it.
You only realize it, once it has taken complete control over your world, your mind, your senses and everything starts to feel numb.
That’s when that fucking shining white light, that people have so aptly named “hope” goes out the proverbial fucking window.
It is in that very instant that you feel fucking free! You shed that layer of skin, you call responsibility and you can fucking fly! You shed that pain, gathered through years of dis
There is a depth you can go to, when you feel so low, that nothing can be lower. Not pain, torture or death. It is a darkness which seeps into your soul and you don’t even realize it.
You only realize it, once it has taken complete control over your world, your mind, your senses and everything starts to feel numb.
That’s when that fucking shining white light, that people have so aptly named “hope” goes out the proverbial fucking window.
It is in that very instant that you feel fucking free! You shed that layer of skin, you call responsibility and you can fucking fly! You shed that pain, gathered through years of dis
LAST MAN STANDING (Word Count: ~3000)
Day 100, One Man Mission to Mars (Renamed "Last Man Mission to Bloody Nowhere")
Onboard SS "Accession" (Renamed "Failure")
It's a little over six weeks since the asteroid hit Earth. Life is over. I never thought I would say this and mean it literally. I am nothing now. No one. In the vastness of space, I am all alone. There is no home to go back to.
Destiny has played a cruel trick on me. Destiny. A word invented by human minds, by the minds of my long forgotten ancestors. Now I'm the only one left who can remember them. There is no one else.
Do you understand? There is no one else. Who am
These Eyes
Can you see the pain,
These eyes have felt?
Can see the sorrow,
These eyes have endured?
Can see the battles,
These eyes have seen waged?
Can you see the wars,
These eyes have fought?
Can you see the weariness,
In these eyes?
Can you see the spark,
These eyes once held?
Can see the tears.
These eyes have shed?
Can you see the emtpiness,
In these eyes?
Can you see life,
Through these eyes?
A life full of rage,
Lonliness, emptiness and pain,
Once, full of happiness and joy.
Can you see death,
In these eyes?
Look into these eyes,
If you dare,
And see.
As these,
Are MY eyes.
Raging Agnostic
Dark forbidden thoughts enter my mind,
Living in an agony, full of pain and hate,
An ever increasing rage, on which I feed,
An insanity, all consuming, which will never abate,
Broken glass and dried blood, mixed into salted tears,
Bubbling mass of rotten flesh, flames gone astray,
Darkness, as deep as black, all around...(me),
Living in an unconcious reality, I pray,
I laugh at my fear, mock my rage,
Drinking deep from the cup of madness,
A hot spark of ice, running up my spine,
Smashing the mirror, lighting a fire, I transgress,
Screaming at God, Oh Ever All Knowing,
Sitting up there in the heavens, do You hear?
The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.
Oscar Wilde, "The Remarkable Rocket"
Current Residence: Wellington NZ Favourite style of art: All of 'em!! Operating System: Vista (which sucks!) MP3 player of choice: Mine? Shell of choice: The one around me. Personal Quote: See above. ^^
Favourite Visual Artist
Brom, Giger, Van Gogh, Frazetta, Vallejo
Favourite Movies
Lots
Favourite Writers
Arthur C Clarke, Asimov, Le Guin, Michener, G Bear, G. Benford, L. Niven
Tools of the Trade
Pencils, charcoal, pastels, tea, coffee, anything I can get my hands on..
Ok ok!! This is getting silly. I haven't done a drawing in what feels like AGES!! :omg:
I should get cracking really ... Most of my sketchbook has been chewed through by my kids ... Yeah, I'm that kind of artist who lets her kids use her materials!! :D
I've still got SOME paper left so I may as well put it to good use. Uni starts on the 1st of March - yay! - (notice the excitement in my voice!) - and then its back to the old grind of churning out formula after formula after derivation after integrals ... :bored:
I really wish they'd bring in some hardcore Astrophysics subjects ... but no! :P
Anyway, hope things are going well for everyone
Thank you for the comments. Why is it that my deviantart doesn't show your comments under the photos. If you deleted them, thats ok, but they are in my inbox and deviant is still allowing me to reply to them. Hmm weird