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Why do so many seem to dislike it? I think it looks nice... >> 'specially in bold letters.
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Ever felt empty? Out of ideas? I know something that might help. It's quite similar to meditation, in fact. Get some music that helps you to relax, or you like. Then sit down comfortably, and close your eyes. And now comes the most important part: let your mind drift. Don't concentrate on anything in particular, just let go. At this stage I normally start to see the weirdest things, at first combined with words, but after a while the words fade and there's only pictures and emotion. it's... wonderful, adn I can onlöy recommend it.
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.. I suppose the movies are not meant to be funny, right? Aaanyways, so today while zapping around I got to re-watch one of 'em... and I did't do anything but laugh. Seriously. It's awesome. xD At least now I know what Legolas's hair looked like, and hey, maybe I can style my hair that way too. (or my sister's, for she's blonde and I am not.)
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... but drawing Takarion is even more fun I seem to be heading t'wards a semi-realistic drawing style... at least it looks like it at the moment. Scans of the drawings will be posted soon, but now... I'm too lazy
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I'm still alive.
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There's something bugging me but I can't talk about it. And because of that I'll just tell you a bit (more) about myself. Haha, as if I wouldn't do that all the time... aanyways, back on topic. I'm extremely scared of going blind. It'S not like I had some disease or something, but one day I woke up and thought "What if". And then I realized that 90% of the things that make life worth living for me would become impossible. Drawing. BZPower. Reading. Seeing the sun. Or other people. Eternal darkness. On the one hand I do wonder what it would be like. But then again, every time I think about it, it scares me. When I go home from school, there is a long narrow path that goes past a playground. But normally nobody's there when I go down there, and no cars and nothing anywhere. So from time to time, when I walk down this path, I close my eyes and try to walk like that. I can't go further than 5 or 8 steps. ... It's truly scary.
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... but I have no ideas at all... Somehow I'm developing a habit of making un-inspired, short and/or boring blog entries.
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“Hold me tight. Please. Don’t let go, even if I ask you to” she’d whispered into his ear. And he’d held her. He’d held her hand, he’d clung to her hand as if it was his own life that was in danger, not hers. She had begged, pleaded, cried. Then she’d shouted at him. She’d kicked him, bit him, called him names. She had wanted to jump. She had wanted to let go. Insanity had consumed her mind. She had been eaten up by what she’d always treasured most. It had been her imagination that had brought her to her end. Darkness. It’s dark everywhere. But I can see you. Why are you crying? Why are you so sad? Tears are covering your face. Salty water on your cheeks, salty water over crimson scratches. I’m sorry I hurt you, but you would not understand. I had to get rid of my old self. I had to relief myself. My body was my cage. But now I’m free. Stop crying. He could almost hear her voice, coming from the shadows. He had let go. He’d had to see her falling, hear her screams. And then there’d been silence. The darkness he’d always tried to conquer had stolen what he had loved most. How could he carry on now that she was gone? I told you I am sorry. But would you have loved me even if I were not myself anymore? He would always have loved her, he realized now. _________ Impulse writing. I have to get rid of these fears.
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See, I have to finish my Christmas comic for our school's students magazine tomorrow. It's about a casting; "The perfect Santa C." (man, I hate translating stuff like that). What should the perfect Santa be like? I'm not overly sure... Help please?
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Who guesses why I'm not overly happy wins the prize.
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You see me bleed You want to feed I give up. Your claws They rip my skin They let you in. Then A sound A melody Reaches me. I don’t care There’s nothing more I have to bear I am free I can fly Into the sky so high. But then I remember My duties, My destiny. Return, I must return. I have to come back! Blind eyes gain life again And blood drained Will return To where it came from From darkness I rise From cold, from black Beware, I am back! ~~~~~ It was an impulse, I could not help but write this... perhaps not even 'real' poetry... >>
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... my blog looks so bad to my eyes ;_; And I'm being Emo again...
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...not that I'd do it, but someone keeps deleting my comments in their blog... ah well. BTW, this is locked, since it's just a statement and not worth any discussion. =J
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I've found my blog a little too much focused on me lately, actually boring... has anyone got ideas what I could improve on? Is there anything you want me to write about? Are there things I should not write about? I'm interested in your opinions.
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What's happening? I can't breathe. Ice everywhere. It surrounds me. Devours me. I want to scream, but my voice is gone! My eyes widen with terror. It's creeping into me! The ice is black. Is it really ice? Or is it massive darkness? Why is it cold? I'm scared, but there is nothing I can do. I have to watch in silence while my body is turning black. A shadow. I'm becoming a shadow! Hang on, no! Wait! I don't want to end like that! It is not cold anymore. There is nothing. Only the dark. It's not living or anything. It's just there. I am a part of the dark. A shadow. Silent. Black. Mindless. You can not see me anymore. You saw me falling, saw my mouth opening for a silent scream, saw the ice crawling over my body, covering my lips, creeping into me... and then I was gone. You are scared. If I could talk to you I would tell you that there is no reason for fear. The Dark does not want you. Why are you crying. I am not dead. I am just a shadow. You can not see me, but I am there. I will always be there. I can not leave you. I am not dead. I'm a shadow on the wall. Just a shadow on the wall.
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EDIT: *points at quote* Thanks for the posts everyone, I'm already way better, so - *closes this* Hit them. Kick them. Tear them apart. Make them feel the pain that is raging inside my mind. Let out all emotions. If I at least could cry. But the armour put on to let nothing in from the outside won't let anything out, either.
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Missed my 2500th post by 2. Now I'll have to wait for my 3000th to make a special
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Good luck has never been my friend I've always been the fool Please don't follow shadows of mine 'Cause the time is running out for me I walk in the path of a misfits blood No compass can stare my way No light at the end of the tunnel And time is running out for me No gold at the end of the rainbow No high hopes, dreams deceive Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me I walk in the path of a misfits blood No compass can stare my way No light at the end of the tunnel And time is running out for me No gold at the end of the rainbow No high hopes, dreams deceive Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me ~Pain, Follow me ______________ Yeah. I love this song, and it definitely describes my life. (At least what it used to be like before Bzpower)
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What is the fun in scaring yourself? Why do people make 'n' watch horror movies? And WHY do I always listen to songs that make me see pictures I'd never want to see? lol. I dunno why I always do stuff like that, but at least it gives me many ideas
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Weird - now that the forums are back I feel the urge to pm/comment everyone whom I've met here... and that would be way too many, I fear. So, if you didn't receive any pms/comments from me: I GREET YOU! Nice to see you again. All of you.
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How do you chose the music you chose? What do you expect from music? I enjoy listening to very emotional music, sometimes dark music, too. But what's most important to me: it should be a song that carries me away, into my dreamworld. It might not be a cheerful place there, but its beautiful. And it's the place where most of my creativity comes from. As well as my nightmares, but that's another story. What fasinates me about sad music is that usually it brings me peace. It gives me time to sort out my feelings, and calm down. Moreover, it gives me so many ideas. And feelings... sometimes it seems like music would be able to restore an empty heart. So, what do you listen to music for?
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The little girl ran. It didn't make her exhausted. It didn't make her happy, either. Rain poured out of the sky, like blood out of a million wounds, like the tears that ran down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, what would happen to her, but she didn't care. What world did she live in? Nobody cared for her. At school they'd made fun of her. Tugging her hair, calling her names, throwing her stuff into the bin. Scratching her cheeks, laughing at her. One or two of them told her she should not let the others do all that to her, acting kind and friendly. But she didn't believe their masquerade. No, even though they were good at acting. She'd told her parents, once, and they'd gone to her teacher. They'd talked, oh yes, talked for hours, and then talked to the other kids' parents. But nobody believed her. None of the parents hadbelieved that their children would do such things, and slowly her own parents had started to doubt in her, too. Cold wind tugged her wet clothes as she stumbled over roots, as thorns scratched her legs. The world had broken apart for that little girl. She didn't want to go home, back to all these persons who called her a liar. They hadn't believed her when she'd told them about her pain, they hadn't been there when the voices had come to her when she lay alone in the darkness. The voices, telling her about what she could do to all the others, how she could make them suffer for what they'd done. The voicesd hadn't been cruel, however. They'd told her that the world was wrong, that they just didn't want to help her. That is was fun for them to watch her suffer. And she'd been so dumb as to believe them. She'd said terrible things, done terrible things. Dreamed and thought things that made her wake up in the night filled with horror and fear, and that fierce anger. She could still see their faces right in front of her, faces of those who said they loved her, faces of those who made fun of her. What had she done? Who was that little girl? And where had she gone? Today, only a cold stone next to the road reminds of her existance. That, and the memories that come back in every rainy night. If you go there, sit down, and listen closely, she could come to you, and tell you about what happened to her. And if you ever happen to hear the voices, ask them about her if you want them to be silent... ________ So. That's just some writing I had to do, one of the many pictures that come up when listening to special songs. Don't worry, she (in the story) has nothing to do with my own story so far. I don't know what happened to her, in the end. BTW, had a maths test today. =| ...I'm already half-way done with writing chapter 3 of my epic!
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Meh. It's so bad - living in a completely different time zone than the rest of you
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Well? well... I've heard it often that my pics/the characters portrayed show lots of emotion. Maybe you've been wondering why. the secret is as easy as weird - I simply draw what I feel that moment. Or I remeber a strong emotion, and the echo of that you see on the characters. So far, so well. Has a bad side as well - if I am completely happy with everything, I have no ideas. Then I'm all like: yeah. so, it's usually easier to portray emotions if you really feelthem. at least for me.
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... because then I will be able to change my name again!
