Dim Dyfodol - No FutureDim DyfodolBywyd yn mynd ymlaen o ddydd i ddyddOnd mae fy holl ddiffygion yn aros yr un fathRydw i wedi dechrau etogan straen neu hunan-gasinebMae'r marc yn wahanol, llai, ond yn fwy o.Pin pricks y croen, rips cnawd drwy,rhodenni metel i mewn i esgyrnond mae'r Gwaed, Gwaed BlackMae ei yr un budreddi sy'n llenwi fy gwythiennauTranslationNo FutureLife goes on day to dayBut all my shortcomings remain the sameI've started againby stress or self-hatredThe mark is different, smaller, but more of.Pin pricks the skin, flesh rips through,metal rods into bonesbut the Blood, Black BloodIts the same filth that fills my veins
DemonsDemonsIn response to Emma-hime's piece "I am"I may have mentioned this before for one of your pieces, but in a different way perhaps, not everyone can fight face to face with their demons, we each play our role within the Great game called life.We have our Soldiers who prefer to fight head on steel upon steel; to be in the thick of itWe have our Rogues who prefer subterfuge, to lurk in the shadows using trickery and guile,to sabotage their enemies.We have our Wizards, who prefer to use their grimoires of wisdom, to fight fire with fire.We have you, the Scribe; your not the soldier, your not the rogue and your not the wizard, because these three classes prefer to fight their demons head on. How can a scribe be be of any use some may wonder? Far more than you know.Inspiration.You have more power than you think you do, you can inspire others to fight again, to pull themselves out of the darkness and rise up to face their own demons.Let the pen become your swordLet the paper beco
Pen mightier than the swordLet the pen become your swordLet the paper become your shieldWhere a soldier can kill as many as his strength will allow himA simple word can kill millions the moment a pen strikes the paper
Three friendsThree friends a Muslim let’s call him Aarif, a Christian named Jean and a Jew named Thomas;Three friends sitting on a train their seats containing a table between them, Jean and Aarif are fast asleep from the long journey and Thomas is staring into space until he's interrupted by a patting noise... as he looks about he realizes the his table has a small pool of liquid forming and droplets are falling down from the luggage rack.As Thomas was about to check the luggage he caught a droplet on his face where upon tasting it...Thomas whispered "...whiskey!?"It’s been a long journey and Thomas's hip flask has been dry for many of those hours he couldn't resist and started catching each droplet with his tongue savouring each catch.Jean sensing movement next to him jerked awake to find Thomas doing something quite bizarreJean "Thomas what are you doing?" as quietly as he could trying not to wake AarifThomas "shit Jean, i think there is alcohol dripping down from
My Future?Where do I go now?Safe from the world I learn.What should I think of?think of what I should do.Should I stay here?Stay here and wait.Or should I go for it?Go out and try.I hesitate at the thought.I get scared at the question.What should I answer?Who shall I tell?I stand here still,My heart thumping,My breath heavyMy body awake.I have wasted time.So long the answer has been locked.Can I answer it now?Have I had enough to learn?My mind made up.My mouth open.My breath ready to be used.I begin to speak. K. M.Evs © 2012
Random linesNo sound without feeling,No rules, no lifeNo words without meaningNo death, Just strifeThere is no fearI am against the grainI have no conscious feelingThere is no flesh without painThere is blood upon the bladeWhere do I go now?Safe from the world I learn.What should I think of?think of what I should do.Should I stay here?Stay here and wait.Or should I go for it?Go out and try.I hesitate at the thought.I get scared at the question.What should I answer?Who shall I tell?I stand here still,My heart thumping,My breath heavyMy body awake.I have wasted time.So long the answer has been locked.Can I answer it now?Have I had enough to learn?My mind made up.My mouth open.My breath ready to be used.I begin to speak.O weary step in search of dreams that never come trueEach step you take an old dream dies before the day anew,While wisdom laughs and calls you knave,Step faster and your dreams you'll save.K. M.Evs © 2006
What happens after you loose your frontal lobeSO sorry if there is anything wrong in here! Please correct me. This will be taken from google, just because I wanted to know. Actually I never found anything about loosing the lobe completely, but it says something about damage of it.you can check this guy out, he kinda lost his frontal lobe: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas_…So, in FNAF it's stated that the child from the bite of 87 lost its frontal lobe. As I am from germany, I'll try my best to translate this to you guys The centre in your brain where your frontal lobe is located makes you control your acts. It's for approval. You need it to approve, analyse and watch the processes in your brain. When you make decisions or calculate things you need your frontal lobe to approve it. Losing one's frontal lobe doesn't mean you go all derpy (sorry if this is offensive) because you don't need to have extreme intelligence loss.What you can't do properly after loosing your frontal lobe:The english article said, that you loose you
MasksA feverish conspiracy's mask.Illusions....A terrible tyrant's mask.Flawlessness.....A mask to all lies.Innonence....
Fame-The brighter the light that shines on you The darker your shadow becomes-
Wolf's thought Have no faith, in human race
natures novelty roulette i talk to inanimate objectsas the hand is stilllike a stone in the mouth.it goes deeper than an evilglint in your fathers eye,you were there as possibilityin the first human,as a fish,in the very first single celland deeper still.stardust and void and everything else.i get moments where i'mglad i'm alive.another day.not because the days areparticularly special ornoteworthybut this sudden realization of how strange and unlikelyit is that i should exist.that existence shouldexistand you smile at theoddsthe sublime absurdity ofchance orpurpose.you catch yourself lookingat things realizing how strangethey are.that we exist in this universe,that books exist, trees, cars,flowers, people, coffee cups,toe nail clippers,atoms, stars, planets.that there is anything there tobe seen or to see at all.everything contained in it andeverything existing thing of which you are one.do coffee mugs feel this way?birds? flowers? toe nailcl
A Reason to KillI draw a symbol of peace on my helmet.I scratch another notch into the stock of my rifle.You see; To achieve Peace you must build it upon the blood and corpses of your enemies.