Concentration is a fickle thing. Even as the paper hurled expletives in the forms of quadratic grammar and antonyms of x, I was listening to the bard near my earlobe, on the pirates booty that speared me. Oh, as he sang, the beat-boxing lute was fanfared about, perfectly piano with his high-pitched bass hymn. My fingers made crotchets, yet to be skewered, which danced on the same intervals of less crucial semibreves in a draft symphony.
A female voice burst into a new melody, one that was carefully shocked into my ears from a small black box. And in this cacophony, I found my mind more focused, like a complete jigsaw puzzle.
He had tried. Really he did. But she retracted her hand from his easily in her fright. He knew he was only holding it by the fingertips, but he was sure that, by now, he would have been able to be there when she needed it. Yet she pulled away from him, breaking the connection and leaving her inconsolable, at least to him.
Never before had he felt like such a stranger in his own home, to his own family than he did now. The two sisters sat sobbing together and he was just an outline near the door, casting another shadow like the armoire or the table. He didnt dare move, though he wished he could. But not was a dangerous time to show how
I had never noticed before
But theres something romantic about a cello player
The perambulating sound
Following a broken but gentle score
Has anyone ever told you
That theres something romantic about a cello player?
Its inconsistent presence
Appearing only whenever it needs to
This you may never have seen
Still theres something romantic about a cello player
His arms embracing and warm
And how her curved body would gleam
Just like a first kiss
Theres something romantic about a cello player
The innocence of music
Crossed with the beauty of bliss
Maybe only I see
That theres something romantic about
Fingers rested on her eyelids and slowly moved her lids closed as his moved in perfect synchronisation. She sat in his arms, sleeping. There was silence because the crowd remained shiftless, too caught in their own thoughts. He didnt care. He had something to say.
Im sorry I was a coward The gathered turned their heads and opened their eyes. I was so afraid too daunted by the idea of stealing from you your immortality. His hand ran through her dark hair, it was as if she were just listening to him. But she would have been beautiful, right? A he smiled little
A Tribute to Friends
What am I?
When having no value for
Myself I am but an empty shell, a
Soulless form that walks without
Purpose
I shall hide…
Within the shadows of my own
Mind until I have spent my accursed life as a
Mortal outcast
Within the Darkness…
I will wander, within the nothingness shall I live
Weep…
Weep not for me, for I have not wept for you
Speak…
Speak not to me, for I have held my tongue too
Listen…
Listen not to me, for my words are hollow as is my existence
Look…
Look not upon me, for the sight of me is a bad omen
And yet…
You do so
Not only what I have spoken of but
Reach with radiant hands and lift
It blinds me, when the light floods over and envelops me.
It burns me, when the warmth pries the cold from my body.
It captures me, when it holds me to it and brings me out of the dead world.
It haunts me, when I realise that I have been forsaken when others who need it have not.
It frees me, as it purifies me, purges me of my sins.
It leads me, as I walk past the lost souls back to life.
It stuns me, as I notice you among the masses.
It hurts me, to see your head bowed, watery jewels falling from your eyes.
It restrains me, as I reach out to you, but I am too far.
It blocks me, as I try to call out to you and you don't listen.
It p
When life gets you down, look up. Spread your wings, and touch the clouds. For they will always bee there for you, always waiting, for they see that you are coming.
But it's not just them that wait, I am there, I hide in the sky, among the clouds, in a restless slumber. Come to me, awaken me…
Stay with me, and lead me away from here, let me not fall into the emptiness that captures my mind and soul, binding me to its will.
Hold me, love me, and forever shall I be with you…forever shall I be yours…if you will stay…and we are here, past that will only be eternity.
But you leave. There is emptiness as our souls part. You fall, fall away from
I call to the blood red petal,
to show what is in stall.
South let them fall if with rage I am to be fill'd
To the east to show that blood is to be spill'd
West is a warning that danger lurks in the night
And the north is for passion, if love is in sight
Or let them fall earthwards, uncertainty shown.
The future will come, and beforehand it will never be known.
Apocalypse1: Fulfilled Promise by Ebircs, literature
Literature
Apocalypse1: Fulfilled Promise
A Fulfilled Promise
His steps were still even as he walked down the marble hallway. The constant, steady tapping, it was like a clock ticking away the last moments of this world. He strode calmly, his expression stern and unmoving, unlike those rushing past him. He was silent, unlike the screaming prayers and questions as the skies rained luminous fires.
And she ran into him, a short woman with radiant golden eyes and fiery red hair. Her lovely, childish visage twisted with fear and now awe as she looked up at him. He held her fast, white knuckles gripping weakening arms as she leaned on him. But his expression far from mirrored her express
Current Residence: Bahrain/California, USA Favourite genre of music: pop, rock, a bit of heavy metal...TRANCE!!! Operating System: PC!!!! MP3 player of choice: iPod :3 I've got a 2nd gen nano Wallpaper of choice: Dragons X3 Favourite cartoon character: A lot of them, once I start, i won't stop... Personal Quote: You wouldn't recognise a _____ if it hit you in the face and burrowed up your nose!
Favourite Visual Artist
None in particular ^^
Favourite Movies
A lot of them, but for ages i've liked the musical 'Fiddler on the Roof'
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Don't have a particular one, no-one's always got a good song up...
Favourite Writers
Darren Shan, Garth Nix, JK Rowling.
Favourite Games
FFX, FFIX, Dynasty Warriors 4, FFTA... WORD OF WARCRAFT!!
So yeah, haven't been here in ages, but just for fun, I thought I'd update.
So I'm in university now :) University California Berkeley and intended major is BUSINESS. Damn the Haas School of Business, it's madness to get into. But I wish me luck XP
I've been at uni for like 5 weeks now? Or 4? And I'm going kayaking day after tomorrow! So excited :D
Just a quicky update.
Peece
-Ebircs
Because the ministry in Bahrain is retarded and probably didn't like the thought of retarded men touching themselves over the mature stuff on this site, DA has been blocked in Bahrain.
This means unless I use this convenient proxy-hiding service (which too will be found and blocked no doubt), I cannot access DA.
This means 1) Me = DA Death. 2) Me = So glad to be leaving for uni in 6 months. 3) Me = Loss of any respect left for Bahrain.
Yeah, if horny assholes touch themselves while staring at mannequins, it's the mannequin's fault for being provocative. What. The. Fuck?
So, I'll see you around, hopefully.
Peece.
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Wow!
Stolen from ~DoomyGoodness (https://www.deviantart.com/doomygoodness)
Rules: Go to Google and search the phrase. Tag 3 friends. Please be mature and use you REAL 1st name...
[[WELL I'M NOT GOING TO BEHCAWSE ARUNDHATI IS TOO UNCOMMON! And I shall, instead, use my petname, Priya]]
Use the first thing that comes up that makes sense.
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
A: Priya needs to realize she's eating everyone elses food
lol I do! XD!!
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
A: Priya looks like a warrior princess, brave, and out to conquer the world!!!
:evillaugh:
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
A: Priya says u shdnt hav