Entry #269

Some writing I didn't hate.

2013-09-16 01:49:42 by beastkid7

Stretch the moment and let it impact you more than it actually is. That is what it is to romanticize something.

Has something ever torn at you so deep you become a body soaked in fire. So torn apart that the anguish actually heals you because the pain you feel is other worldly. I'd rather it all than this. I'd rather everything else than what I am feeling at this moment.

And it needs to come out. You rage around trying to find some medium to punish and appease what ever forces consume you to this level. You are a blaze with every torchered thought. Renching threw your mind with there lethal acrobatics.

What does one do when they are in intense pain? For the soul it is hard to find a way to scream, but perhaps with my hands I can find something to bite on. I write.

This solid vessel when squeezed will admit liquids and feel shameful for it. For what right does it have to do so? What burden does it have? Does it not hold the weight? Ah, but if that vessel were with out liquid it would crack with in seconds.

I want to be a man. I want to leave you pleasantly intimidated. I want you to feel my presents when I come near and feel consumed when I hold you. When I speak, I want to inspire actions, and when I don't, I want to be doing. But that is not who I am. I am a man that goes unnoticed. It's as if I'm not even here. I can show you all the wonders of things that aren't yet there. I can consume you with the context, and with the ideas of what could be. But in this respect, I'm not a loner, I need you to create with me.

I sat underneath the white flowery tree with you, and as the peddles fell, so did I too.


Wasn't feeling so great when I wrote this. But, this helped a lot.. well you can kinda see the evolution of thought for yourself. I don't know whats wrong with me. I spend so much time practicing my art and I can't express a single thing with it. But with words... and I'm well known for sucking with words. I don't know, regardless if I get the point across to others, I get the point across to myself and that, is what creates my catharsis.


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2013-09-16 02:52:09

Aside from some spelling mistakes, I found that to be a wonderful poem. It painted a picture I could see and live in, that what words do. No need to map out all the facts, just hit on the nuances.... and the mental picture is painted.

James Armistead won our country from the British, thanks to a skill he noticed he had... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kS_lxuxt4ko&feature=c4-overview&list=UU5WdF5zXYDBPhQFuWoTQkcg

beastkid7 responds:

lol yes, I'm nvrr t grate weth th spelling. Thanks, mission accomplished.

Hmm, interesting, I'll have to take a look at that link a little later.