Echoes of what remains, Neither from where you've been or where your are,
Decisions , responsibilities what drives down these roads
One of not content but too familiar never fitting in
Or the one not discovered mysterious but unknown foreboding sense of change
Neither certain of what choices to make
Scattered through thought
Either decision is made by instinct to be connected
Not by blood but bonds forged
What lies ahead whether death or fame, fortune
And the only thing for you to do is decide whether or not
To move one step forward
People strode around
Antagonizing thoughts
Clouded Bliss
through intoxicated synthetic chemicals
THC and alcohol on the mind
Trying to be accepted by your kind
While memories are blocked
Emotions are like a weapon half cocked
Ready to fire, injure others or thy self
Neither wanting to shut yourself
The outside world obsess over image and acceptance
Nor wanting to repeat the broken historic cycle of blackened dreams
The artist in the darkness by seanalpha, literature
Literature
The artist in the darkness
Darkness clamoring around me
While the Illuminate screen lights up
The Synthetic sweet liquid fills my veins
Watching and focusing on my creations
Things of beauty,of wonder,of hope
These beings born to be seen and heard
Created from the mixture the ying and yang
Sub Conscious being that taunt my mind
Mood and emotions swing high, swing low
Now knowing my creations are accepted are appreciated
Denials a plenty leave my mind a stutter
Till one final day a single acceptance is muttered
The Wanderer Questions his thoughts, his choices
Whether the path he leads is voice
The crowd that follows him may steer his direction
Through a improbable hallway of endless locations
More questions,whether it is or not hope
Normality is constantly in flux changing at random chance
Staring at is a glance of clear solid path
Or focusing at the mouth of madness ready to swallow
Faltering friendships with Storming fronts
In front and behind
With only time deciding who draws the line
Elongated Truth Stretched beyond reason
Mostly venom filling peoples thoughts
Ostracism on small scale
Teeth of the snake sinks into the mind
Identifying problems is easy
Outing them is the hard part
Nothing less than a substantial wait of time
Year by Year Built a defense
False masks, play a character.Win a game
But as years go by
Psyche seems to be slipping
People with elegant, detailed masks offer advice and encouragement
But life seems brutal at times ever changing hard to adjust
Your Support system seems to be changing moving on without you
Leaving you behind Times moves too fast for your mind
Your once generally optimistic mood begins to falter
Life reflecting weather beating against rock and rubble
slowly eating away Hard to cope
Cracks begin to form on the Social mask, my weakness harder to bear
Flawed, scratched Torn Asunder
No longer feeling wanted longed for
That
The venom circulates through my veins
It controls me like a repugant vile being that it can
It fuels my creations of paper of metal and card
The unbalance of me
Give the world views of
Sneering commenting judging
But the shadows keep me company
Shadows of beings of the other world
Dark old ancient as unbalanced as me
Less cruel but twisted in mentality
these things beings are the only ones that
Keep the venom from hitting my soul
And corrupting my creation of card blood and bone
Feelings mixed , a jumbled mess
Losing track of what makes me
Friends have changed
Some have lost
Why am I the one in disconnect
Family ties failing
Finding it hard to stay strong
How long is it staying to be logged on
New connections harder to make
First line of old mates changed with a line of code
No consistent input please try again
Rollback to previous date invalid
Error can not compute environment
The man and the Oubliette by seanalpha, literature
Literature
The man and the Oubliette
As I ponder in my room contemplating over my Oubliette of a life never leaving never changing
Escape only the screens blinking with info with stories , with power
It may be little amount of power but enough for to enjoy escape for however brief
It grows across the floors like a tentacles , slivers crawls feeds off me
The outside throws their mud at me calling me absence of though mind of life
The screens accept me don't judge For I have thought and mind
I hold my tongue in case a strike against my being
Again the beast of screens grows the tendrils grow encase my presence
More screens more vines tentacles more escape
Till it can not
Sometimes I walk
No grand test against time
But to forget obstacles I cross
Silence doesn't judge
It just reminds you
You are alone
Alone to tackle the small and great
Tasks that weather you to your bones
To struggle to find a purpose a role
Ghosts of the past haunt by day
Mistakes of previous loves, roads unexplored
But in the end the only road left to take
Is the one forgotten
Echoes of what remains, Neither from where you've been or where your are,
Decisions , responsibilities what drives down these roads
One of not content but too familiar never fitting in
Or the one not discovered mysterious but unknown foreboding sense of change
Neither certain of what choices to make
Scattered through thought
Either decision is made by instinct to be connected
Not by blood but bonds forged
What lies ahead whether death or fame, fortune
And the only thing for you to do is decide whether or not
To move one step forward
People strode around
Antagonizing thoughts
Clouded Bliss
through intoxicated synthetic chemicals
THC and alcohol on the mind
Trying to be accepted by your kind
While memories are blocked
Emotions are like a weapon half cocked
Ready to fire, injure others or thy self
Neither wanting to shut yourself
The outside world obsess over image and acceptance
Nor wanting to repeat the broken historic cycle of blackened dreams
The artist in the darkness by seanalpha, literature
Literature
The artist in the darkness
Darkness clamoring around me
While the Illuminate screen lights up
The Synthetic sweet liquid fills my veins
Watching and focusing on my creations
Things of beauty,of wonder,of hope
These beings born to be seen and heard
Created from the mixture the ying and yang
Sub Conscious being that taunt my mind
Mood and emotions swing high, swing low
Now knowing my creations are accepted are appreciated
Denials a plenty leave my mind a stutter
Till one final day a single acceptance is muttered
The Wanderer Questions his thoughts, his choices
Whether the path he leads is voice
The crowd that follows him may steer his direction
Through a improbable hallway of endless locations
More questions,whether it is or not hope
Normality is constantly in flux changing at random chance
Staring at is a glance of clear solid path
Or focusing at the mouth of madness ready to swallow
Faltering friendships with Storming fronts
In front and behind
With only time deciding who draws the line
Elongated Truth Stretched beyond reason
Mostly venom filling peoples thoughts
Ostracism on small scale
Teeth of the snake sinks into the mind
Identifying problems is easy
Outing them is the hard part
Nothing less than a substantial wait of time
Year by Year Built a defense
False masks, play a character.Win a game
But as years go by
Psyche seems to be slipping
People with elegant, detailed masks offer advice and encouragement
But life seems brutal at times ever changing hard to adjust
Your Support system seems to be changing moving on without you
Leaving you behind Times moves too fast for your mind
Your once generally optimistic mood begins to falter
Life reflecting weather beating against rock and rubble
slowly eating away Hard to cope
Cracks begin to form on the Social mask, my weakness harder to bear
Flawed, scratched Torn Asunder
No longer feeling wanted longed for
That
The venom circulates through my veins
It controls me like a repugant vile being that it can
It fuels my creations of paper of metal and card
The unbalance of me
Give the world views of
Sneering commenting judging
But the shadows keep me company
Shadows of beings of the other world
Dark old ancient as unbalanced as me
Less cruel but twisted in mentality
these things beings are the only ones that
Keep the venom from hitting my soul
And corrupting my creation of card blood and bone
Feelings mixed , a jumbled mess
Losing track of what makes me
Friends have changed
Some have lost
Why am I the one in disconnect
Family ties failing
Finding it hard to stay strong
How long is it staying to be logged on
New connections harder to make
First line of old mates changed with a line of code
No consistent input please try again
Rollback to previous date invalid
Error can not compute environment
The man and the Oubliette by seanalpha, literature
Literature
The man and the Oubliette
As I ponder in my room contemplating over my Oubliette of a life never leaving never changing
Escape only the screens blinking with info with stories , with power
It may be little amount of power but enough for to enjoy escape for however brief
It grows across the floors like a tentacles , slivers crawls feeds off me
The outside throws their mud at me calling me absence of though mind of life
The screens accept me don't judge For I have thought and mind
I hold my tongue in case a strike against my being
Again the beast of screens grows the tendrils grow encase my presence
More screens more vines tentacles more escape
Till it can not
Sometimes I walk
No grand test against time
But to forget obstacles I cross
Silence doesn't judge
It just reminds you
You are alone
Alone to tackle the small and great
Tasks that weather you to your bones
To struggle to find a purpose a role
Ghosts of the past haunt by day
Mistakes of previous loves, roads unexplored
But in the end the only road left to take
Is the one forgotten
Hey guys! :la:
I hope this finds you well. I truly do.
Thanks for all the support you guys have shown me here on dA!
I wanted to do something fun. I recently started publishing my comics at the links below. I am now trying to raise subscribers there.
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and
Ewe and Me
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Flashing lights
Confusing noises
Smoke all around
Drunk people
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
While wondering
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Hello everybody I'm Sean Burke . I moved from New Jersey to Ireland at the age of 11 going 14 years later I am still here surviving is what I do . I have gone through bullying, friends with drug addictions and almost died a few years ago when a group of teenagers put me in hospital . I'm still here to this day . I study at night Digital marketing while during the day I look for work and strive forward . I have friends from all walks to life from Bronies anime fans people in bdsm or alt scene ( strikes me they need a better name for the scene) buskers to many artists and gamers .Whether good times or bad times I survive. You have a interesting story lets have a pint and I want to hear it.
A lot has happened to me since the last update in my life . Lost some friends to the venom of others . If life was a Camarilla larp then my character got killed . Well at this point im dealing with too much stress and bullshit for someone my age can take that isnt job and family related which is already hard enough . So after 7 years some people have decided to drop me as a mate . So new beginnings . now tonite this first time in 2 years I read my poetry and people liked it and enjoyed my company . It felt great
Well One of my favorite Cons happened last weekend . And it had lets say ups and downs this time round . Usually I get a good turn out at my panel . But due to a terrible Time (10 am right before the opening ceremony) I got very little turn out and the other people I was doing the panel with weren't organized very well and the attendance of the convention was very low compared to other years . But the convention was brilliant over all and every one got along in the pub in the evenings. Coming back to my evening course I got some shocking and at the same time predictable from 2 of my mates . The news gave me a bit of anxiety attack which invo
Well 2013 for me has been a particularly a year of change .
So things that happened
Struggled to get by in a course Got a girlfriend which for me is a hard thing to do (said lost girlfriend )Struggled to stay with friends due to personal drama and paranoia .Best friend moved away he comes home but has no money to hang around with me nowParents divorced - this has been a ongoing problem dealing with the both of them .
Dog died Lost friends - They decided to fuck me over on something important and haven't talked to me since Other friends have taken a different path which was a shock to my system along with the other changes in my life whi