The earth stretches out for its creator - trees as its arms with a reach of many fingers - forever grappling for the light, desperate to escape the darkness.
Sometimes
Words sound better backwards
Sometimes
Beauty is all wrong
Don't fix the picture
It's better like that
Don't fix it
You might break it
And soon you'll be a ghost
Nothing but a shadow
And soon you'll be a ghost
From the little
People like you
Come the greatest
People like them
Born as helpless
As you once were
One day will be
Dust like they are
Soon you'll be a ghost
Nothing but a shadow
And soon you'll be a ghost
Just a faded memory
Nothing but an echo
Nothing but a shadow
Nothing but an echo
Nothing but a shadow
Soon you'll be a ghost
Soon you'll be a ghost
Soon you'll be a ghost
In My Head There is a Room by MrHeywire, literature
Literature
In My Head There is a Room
Maybe about 3 metres by 4 metres. It is an old room with a few cracks in the walls, one of which is painted a shade of green which is bold, but not too bright (though it is the limier side of the middle). The other walls are painted an off-white. One of these white walls has two old windows with wooden frames that are the same colour as the walls. The paint is peeling off and showing some of the old dark hardwood. The floors are also made from a dark hardwood, though a bit lighter than the window frames. They are smooth and polished, though far from perfectly flat. The windows look out down a green hill, across the city and out to sea, over w
You came in a dream and you... stayed
Long after the dawn
Lying in flowers we... made
From paper ripped and torn
Carried
On the coolest breeze
Stories untold
For today at least
Someday will grow old
You came in a dream and you... stayed
The darkness left the dawn
Dressed in clothes that we made
Found faded, ripped and worn
Carried
On the coolest breeze
Stories untold
Someday will grow old
Not today
Shaking
Oh the sweetest sound
Finally complete
Oh to find yourself
Hear your heart beat
The earth stretches out for its creator - trees as its arms with a reach of many fingers - forever grappling for the light, desperate to escape the darkness.
Sometimes
Words sound better backwards
Sometimes
Beauty is all wrong
Don't fix the picture
It's better like that
Don't fix it
You might break it
And soon you'll be a ghost
Nothing but a shadow
And soon you'll be a ghost
From the little
People like you
Come the greatest
People like them
Born as helpless
As you once were
One day will be
Dust like they are
Soon you'll be a ghost
Nothing but a shadow
And soon you'll be a ghost
Just a faded memory
Nothing but an echo
Nothing but a shadow
Nothing but an echo
Nothing but a shadow
Soon you'll be a ghost
Soon you'll be a ghost
Soon you'll be a ghost
In My Head There is a Room by MrHeywire, literature
Literature
In My Head There is a Room
Maybe about 3 metres by 4 metres. It is an old room with a few cracks in the walls, one of which is painted a shade of green which is bold, but not too bright (though it is the limier side of the middle). The other walls are painted an off-white. One of these white walls has two old windows with wooden frames that are the same colour as the walls. The paint is peeling off and showing some of the old dark hardwood. The floors are also made from a dark hardwood, though a bit lighter than the window frames. They are smooth and polished, though far from perfectly flat. The windows look out down a green hill, across the city and out to sea, over w
You came in a dream and you... stayed
Long after the dawn
Lying in flowers we... made
From paper ripped and torn
Carried
On the coolest breeze
Stories untold
For today at least
Someday will grow old
You came in a dream and you... stayed
The darkness left the dawn
Dressed in clothes that we made
Found faded, ripped and worn
Carried
On the coolest breeze
Stories untold
Someday will grow old
Not today
Shaking
Oh the sweetest sound
Finally complete
Oh to find yourself
Hear your heart beat
When we die, our bodies will return to the womb of the earth; warm and safe. Forever nurtured in a haven of dreamless sleep. Only then will we finally find rest so wholesome that it is finally enough for us. "It is done," we will say, "No more."
Anyone who hates me fore this can blame `FuzzyHoser (https://www.deviantart.com/fuzzyhoser)
Rules
1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs. ;D
Now, because I'm such a rebel, I'm ignoring rule 3; 4 and 5 therefore become irrelevant.
Alright, let's do this thaaahng.
1) I am of a mostly Northern Irish heritage.
2) I once won a $10 bet by knowing the words to every Coldplay song that got played before the other person lost interest and admitted
Hey faithful (and unfaithful) watchers!
I feel a little weird knowing how long it's been since I've uploaded anything. I'm still not sure how I went for all of October without uploading any deviations. The Republic of Here still exists, just not on dA anymore. I'm in the process of re-recording my demos. I'm sitting comfortably in the fourth day of NaNoWriMo http://nanowrimo.org/I have a shiny new MacBook called Alice. The list goes on.
Basically, I'm still alive and will hopefully have something for you all soon.