I've tried to make it stop,
To make it go away
All on my own,
But that is exactly my
Problem: myself.
The crack I see
In the mirror
Only exists within
Me. I can blame
Others, society, fate;
But it's Always just me
Pushing myself down the
Stairs of progression.
The focus on the crack
Grows larger, day by day,
Exponentially... until the
Inevitable occurs and
I am,
Completely and wholly,
Just a crack in the world;
Nothing more, nothing less.
This crack is a dangerous rut
And I have to climb out of it...
somehow...
Unstable, blowing
On the verging
To be merging
With
Calm 'fore storm.
No control over
GAGE of BLACK and WHITE
To determine all
Mankind
Towards water or fire, reward vs. punishment.
All flip o' luck:
To be
Zero regulation dream life
With as to what be and be.
Round and round the meter bounces,
Zero to full: the resultant pounces-
signifying nothing.
Out of the Game 4.17.2010 by CrazyGuyRose, literature
Literature
Out of the Game 4.17.2010
I forgot how to play the game years ago.
Longer still I have run from the dark abyss.
I thought all I needed was a smile of white to hide me like snow.
Buth that did not stop the occasional miss.
Not caring a little too much,
Forgetting to act the part,
Never knowing how to make small talk
Makes hermitesque isolationism all more appealing.
Advantages of death are so enchanting-
Not to mention intoxicating-
To last several lifetimes
All with the greatest of ease.
Just one gaping hole remains:
Cowardice that runs from life
Paradoxically runs the same form death
Hamlet took five acts to resolve
To murder revenge,
Yet it has been
I've tried to make it stop,
To make it go away
All on my own,
But that is exactly my
Problem: myself.
The crack I see
In the mirror
Only exists within
Me. I can blame
Others, society, fate;
But it's Always just me
Pushing myself down the
Stairs of progression.
The focus on the crack
Grows larger, day by day,
Exponentially... until the
Inevitable occurs and
I am,
Completely and wholly,
Just a crack in the world;
Nothing more, nothing less.
This crack is a dangerous rut
And I have to climb out of it...
somehow...
Unstable, blowing
On the verging
To be merging
With
Calm 'fore storm.
No control over
GAGE of BLACK and WHITE
To determine all
Mankind
Towards water or fire, reward vs. punishment.
All flip o' luck:
To be
Zero regulation dream life
With as to what be and be.
Round and round the meter bounces,
Zero to full: the resultant pounces-
signifying nothing.
Out of the Game 4.17.2010 by CrazyGuyRose, literature
Literature
Out of the Game 4.17.2010
I forgot how to play the game years ago.
Longer still I have run from the dark abyss.
I thought all I needed was a smile of white to hide me like snow.
Buth that did not stop the occasional miss.
Not caring a little too much,
Forgetting to act the part,
Never knowing how to make small talk
Makes hermitesque isolationism all more appealing.
Advantages of death are so enchanting-
Not to mention intoxicating-
To last several lifetimes
All with the greatest of ease.
Just one gaping hole remains:
Cowardice that runs from life
Paradoxically runs the same form death
Hamlet took five acts to resolve
To murder revenge,
Yet it has been
i would
give ANYTHING
to
be
a bit
A L O N E.
Not like I am N O W
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s
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e this little hOmE
u r r o
S U
d e d n by this familY,
To this life be H I S T O R Y !
Current Residence: AZ, USA deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium Favourite genre of music: Techno and most of its sub-genres and sub-sub-genres Operating System: Windows
I know my account says I've been here for three years, but in that time all I've really done is glance once in a while at people's artistry. Never even developed my profile or anything personal. I don't call myself an artist in any way or with any medium. I write poetry and do some abstract drawings on my notebooks and do some work with GIMP from time to time, but nothing serious. If I do anything with any sort of art in the future it will most likely be small time hobby stuff (I plan on doing some work with MyPaint and DAZ 3D stuff once I have my own computer). My career goals involve psychology, but as for specifics I don't know yet: maybe