About
Hi esteemed Gaians!My name is D.
I am mostly a writer, but I am also many other less important things like a student and a family member.
I'm not the cheeriest of beings, but I'm not a monster. Not a very bad one at least. Feel free to contact. I will answer in the friendliest way my swinging moods allow me to. I love good conversations, and I'm never busy at all.
I look for the unique. Whether it's in movies, music, literature or people. I find individuality to be the main purpose for human life. This has earned me one or two scoldings from the folks and the guidance counselors.
I am not a native english speaker. I try my best to sound smart. It may not work sometimes.
I don't have a Facebook, Hi5, Myspace, Twitter, Livejournal or Tumblr account. I don't have a cellphone either. Be shocked.
To sum it all up, I'm a 16 year-old foreign socialphobic with a violent fear of spiders (Which I didn't mention, because I thought was embarassing) who likes to throw words like heed, saunter, effete, baleful, and fathomless into daily conversations.
I think that's it.
Now, a murky poem I wrote:
I'm Dead in Your Eyes
As dusk falls ever so gently
Clearing ground for night to stand
I lay, pretend to be resting
When in truth I mourn inside
Alone, breathing from a dark room
Flailing soul and body still
Wandering if my path misled me
To these devastated fields
Fields of never-ending sadness
Where peace I set out to achieve
It's true I wanted to find darkness
But wasn't expecting to bleed
Naive thinking, you might say
I'm an unexperienced brat
And can't help it if I'm too young
To understand the matted maps
Those which promise precious silence
Time to admire the grand sun rise
Yet lead to this inner violence
As no eyes reflect on mine
No company thins my sorrow
No shoulder to lay my head
After long days of pure grieving
Nothing to look up ahead
Goals my lethargy dismisses
Roads my legs refuse to walk
Trapped in a heartache so causeless
My own mind begins to mock
Ridiculous isolation
Do I want you to go away?
I asked life to give me loneliness
Is it rude if I complain?
My humanity, so earthbound
Always thinks I should relate
On the other hand, conviction
Yells at me to get away
Go far, beyond the horizon
Find myself a lovely scene
Where I may sit without loathing
So painfree, like in a dream
But even then I fear deeply
That this blessing sheds no light
And would even make me weary
If no one sits by my side
Every time I look at someone
They seem scared and dodge my sight
I don't know if I'm right to hate them
But it sure feels like it might
I'm not here to be understood
They shall take my words as lies
Yet it still hurts like a stab wound
When on me they feast their eyes
Their eyes covering their weak thoughts
Their vile shooting down my dream-quest
I'm dead in their eyes, I know this
Fade to black, my only real rest.
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You have a certain..."je ne sais quoi" to your writing, it is incandescent. Very much appreciated as well.
You seem to have already gained an edification to your writing. Nevertheless, keep at it.
If it would humble you to do some collaborative writing please let me know!~♥
It's similar to what I believe in but I'm like you, rather openly agnostic about my own views.
Anyways, I was curious about your beliefs of souls. I'm also a bit of a spiritualist.