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D3v10#s J0#rn4l ROUNDUP(2*pi)
2 min read
Erh, does it matter...
Do people even read these things? Or at least mine?
Right..
Wild Hunt, a wild hunt of a hog that a hunter has spotted due to his grunt. Very self-reflective; I feel like I'm being hunted all the time, everyone just wants to break me in some way. Many succeeded in my younger days, I've barely got any friends, a lot of internet friends betrayed me, loads of in real life friends just stopped contacting... Feels like stripping of flesh, scavenging. I have to scavenge my body as well to find some piece of emotion that is -NOT- depression a lot. Don't ask me why the hog has only 1 horn, because I'm going to say it right here; he wants a horn to put it up as a trophy. To show off he had a victory.
Insane Vision, I was stating "Sanity is just a matter of perception" not so long ago, and well, in these times I just need to write my feelings off a lot. So I was a bit inspired to write about this. I feel like I'm insane, worldstrange and even a foreigner to my own folk. If you know me better, then you'd see I'm a bit paranoid (due to bullying.. a lot..), have autism and am poorly in social contact with in real life people. Can't say I don't try though.
Ending Thoughts, no, not going to suicide, but these are thoughts that haunt my mind very often. I bet I'm not the only one.. I wonder if animals ever think about that too.. one last word; Lemmings. You'll know why if you read it properly.
*looks at time* well eh, power failure in 7 minutes.
-biepbot out
Do people even read these things? Or at least mine?
Right..
Wild Hunt, a wild hunt of a hog that a hunter has spotted due to his grunt. Very self-reflective; I feel like I'm being hunted all the time, everyone just wants to break me in some way. Many succeeded in my younger days, I've barely got any friends, a lot of internet friends betrayed me, loads of in real life friends just stopped contacting... Feels like stripping of flesh, scavenging. I have to scavenge my body as well to find some piece of emotion that is -NOT- depression a lot. Don't ask me why the hog has only 1 horn, because I'm going to say it right here; he wants a horn to put it up as a trophy. To show off he had a victory.
Insane Vision, I was stating "Sanity is just a matter of perception" not so long ago, and well, in these times I just need to write my feelings off a lot. So I was a bit inspired to write about this. I feel like I'm insane, worldstrange and even a foreigner to my own folk. If you know me better, then you'd see I'm a bit paranoid (due to bullying.. a lot..), have autism and am poorly in social contact with in real life people. Can't say I don't try though.
Ending Thoughts, no, not going to suicide, but these are thoughts that haunt my mind very often. I bet I'm not the only one.. I wonder if animals ever think about that too.. one last word; Lemmings. You'll know why if you read it properly.
*looks at time* well eh, power failure in 7 minutes.
-biepbot out
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D3v10#s J0#rn4l squirt of 36
3 min read
Titles aren't my thing I think.
Anyhow, in the last couple of days I have written more poems.
Today is the day I'm receiving my exam/finals results, I hope I'll pass.
-new- I passed
The poems are;
Friendly Fire, it's about the devotion to my friends, whilst I still have the problems of my own; I'll drag you along, and I'm not afraid of helping you either.
War fools, this is actually a very ambiguous poem if I say it myself; the fools of war, or war itself fools. Both cases are right, note that I write to inspire deep thoughts in people sometimes; this is one of the poems that should stir up some. If you want it to be spoiled; I'll still give a couple of meanings.
War is never good, people fall, tell of glory that is in some cases wrong. But the worst is that people who aren't adrenaline rushed and start to look around, such as writers or generals, write about it or change tactics. In the general's case it's kinda immoral to do as it costs lives, why does no one see that? You're talking about human lives. Fuck war. This is the fool of war; you think about saving lives by winning a war, but actually... you're taking lives by having war in the first place.
Last stanza could also be seen as those who do not pay attention get shot and die, and see the battle continue from heaven, or where-ever they may be. Pretty foolish to drop your attention. Second type of fool.
And the last;
The Void, I was kinda inspired to write something about the void, as I was talking to a friend over his comment section and eventually I yelled; Come into the void, there are cookies here. He of course jumped in (because cookies, duh) and I talked about how bad the void was. Yeah pretty much it ended up with me writing a poem about the void. The void is the void; empty, plain, hollow, there is nothing to be found. You can actually compare it to every day life when it seems that no one cares about you, or listens to you. Talking to a wall? Into the void. God doesn't answer; gives kids braincancer, killed the world with a flood. Glad I'm no Christian. Sorry if I make any people upset with this. I just find it odd that if God loves all, why does he do so much harm? Just my opinion. I'm wandering off, sorry. Uhm.. Well, the void isn't lovable, it's filled with fear and wails. How would you feel if you were in a place with ABSOLUTELY nothing (besides air)? It would frighten me, honestly. But anyway...
Hope you enjoy these
Anyhow, in the last couple of days I have written more poems.
Today is the day I'm receiving my exam/finals results, I hope I'll pass.
-new- I passed
The poems are;
Friendly Fire, it's about the devotion to my friends, whilst I still have the problems of my own; I'll drag you along, and I'm not afraid of helping you either.
War fools, this is actually a very ambiguous poem if I say it myself; the fools of war, or war itself fools. Both cases are right, note that I write to inspire deep thoughts in people sometimes; this is one of the poems that should stir up some. If you want it to be spoiled; I'll still give a couple of meanings.
War is never good, people fall, tell of glory that is in some cases wrong. But the worst is that people who aren't adrenaline rushed and start to look around, such as writers or generals, write about it or change tactics. In the general's case it's kinda immoral to do as it costs lives, why does no one see that? You're talking about human lives. Fuck war. This is the fool of war; you think about saving lives by winning a war, but actually... you're taking lives by having war in the first place.
Last stanza could also be seen as those who do not pay attention get shot and die, and see the battle continue from heaven, or where-ever they may be. Pretty foolish to drop your attention. Second type of fool.
And the last;
The Void, I was kinda inspired to write something about the void, as I was talking to a friend over his comment section and eventually I yelled; Come into the void, there are cookies here. He of course jumped in (because cookies, duh) and I talked about how bad the void was. Yeah pretty much it ended up with me writing a poem about the void. The void is the void; empty, plain, hollow, there is nothing to be found. You can actually compare it to every day life when it seems that no one cares about you, or listens to you. Talking to a wall? Into the void. God doesn't answer; gives kids braincancer, killed the world with a flood. Glad I'm no Christian. Sorry if I make any people upset with this. I just find it odd that if God loves all, why does he do so much harm? Just my opinion. I'm wandering off, sorry. Uhm.. Well, the void isn't lovable, it's filled with fear and wails. How would you feel if you were in a place with ABSOLUTELY nothing (besides air)? It would frighten me, honestly. But anyway...
Hope you enjoy these
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D3v10#s J0#rn4l sqrt(25)
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I wrote another poem last night, I was near insane;
depressed and angry at the time, but I managed to keep my mouth shut and remain neutral. As far as I could.
Anyway, it is called Mazaru, as one of the 3 mystic monkeys.
The poem is actually first my view on the world, and then compared to what I do. The world is some bad place as far as I know from experience, but I could not forgive myself if I were to offend people severely and make them depressed, angry or whatsoever.
Enjoy my misery!
depressed and angry at the time, but I managed to keep my mouth shut and remain neutral. As far as I could.
Anyway, it is called Mazaru, as one of the 3 mystic monkeys.
The poem is actually first my view on the world, and then compared to what I do. The world is some bad place as far as I know from experience, but I could not forgive myself if I were to offend people severely and make them depressed, angry or whatsoever.
Enjoy my misery!
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Major change
1 min read
My dearest watchers,
In order to change all my poems into a scrollable version, I'll have to reupload EVERYTHING, so I'm sorry for the possible spam in the next 24 hours.
Hope it doesn't bother you too much, sorry for the inconvenience.
#14:18 GMT+1
Done, that was a pain xD.
I don't think I'll remove the pdf files though, it's a nice extra. The pdf files are all downloadable.
In order to change all my poems into a scrollable version, I'll have to reupload EVERYTHING, so I'm sorry for the possible spam in the next 24 hours.
Hope it doesn't bother you too much, sorry for the inconvenience.
#14:18 GMT+1
Done, that was a pain xD.
I don't think I'll remove the pdf files though, it's a nice extra. The pdf files are all downloadable.
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Devious Journal Entry #2^2
2 min read
And another poem,
I have to admit I cannot keep making poems nonstop though, I need inspiration and to be frankly honest; I don't want to write poetry, but it helps me overcome some emotions sometimes. But eventually the numbers grew so much I had to publish them, besides, a few friends of mine told me to publish them. Not to mention my English teacher. Speaking of which, I've got to send her either the link to my dA account, or another load of pdf's. Hm, anyway, I've just uploaded Night Dogfight, and I hope you guys know what dogs as well could be c;.
Anyway; Night Dogfight is about a wave of bombers sent to a unprotected city to raze it to the ground and the forces there are too weak to fend them off, resulting in the destruction of the city. With the casualties of a few bombers, the entire city lies in ruins. I couldn't help making a bible reference though: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust".
Hope you enjoy!
Post Script;
Maybe, just maybe, I should turn all my poems into text, instead of pdf. It's easier for me as I don't have to upload images for that and people can read it from the search engine, instead of only readable when opened. Yeah, sounds like a plan. Starting now.
I have to admit I cannot keep making poems nonstop though, I need inspiration and to be frankly honest; I don't want to write poetry, but it helps me overcome some emotions sometimes. But eventually the numbers grew so much I had to publish them, besides, a few friends of mine told me to publish them. Not to mention my English teacher. Speaking of which, I've got to send her either the link to my dA account, or another load of pdf's. Hm, anyway, I've just uploaded Night Dogfight, and I hope you guys know what dogs as well could be c;.
Anyway; Night Dogfight is about a wave of bombers sent to a unprotected city to raze it to the ground and the forces there are too weak to fend them off, resulting in the destruction of the city. With the casualties of a few bombers, the entire city lies in ruins. I couldn't help making a bible reference though: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust".
Hope you enjoy!
Post Script;
Maybe, just maybe, I should turn all my poems into text, instead of pdf. It's easier for me as I don't have to upload images for that and people can read it from the search engine, instead of only readable when opened. Yeah, sounds like a plan. Starting now.
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