BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES by The-do-right-man, literature
Literature
BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES
I wish I knew what it was to be popular. To be vane... it's a fascinating element of human nature, one that which I do not possess, does that make me any less human? It's much like an expensive object I admire, but could never own... the contrast being, to own an expensive object, one has to have certain wealth and to be vane, one has to have certain looks. As much as I may try- the clothes I wear, the exercise regime I put myself through, I can never look as good as the people we are brought up to believe we can be. I guess I am in a false sense of vanity, but aren't we all? If it wasn't for airbrushing, plastic surgery, private dentistry an
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
There is an idea of a Matt Suter; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
What is alive cannot fade- Oh but it can, it can fade into the shadows. I know we are insignificant compared to the universe, but when a person is insignificant amongst others, strangers, even his friends, I can't help but question my existence.
A younger, more naive me wanted to be rich and famous and most importantly noticed, these days I have no aspirations of being rich nor famous, I would settle for being noticed. I have created this world, environment, fake sense of security, call it what you will, but all it consists of are the four walls of my house. I do have
There is no "hero" without a "villain", it's human nature to have an enemy, whether it be another person, or an enemy inside one's self, the antagonist is still just as strong. After all without the antagonist, the protagonist can never be discovered, one is nothing without the other, even an enemy, an evil being, we rely on them to survive. The worst disasters happen when both sides consider themselves to be the protagonist, in war for example, neither side want to give up, because they consider themselves to be good, no matter what, or who stands in between.
War is also the exception, because both sides, murderers or not, they still have g
What is love?
A figment of the imagination?
Maybe it's human nature- the prospect of being alone, frightens people.
What ever love is, the outcome is indeed the same- the hurtfulness and even destruction that ensues the experience.
I myself have succumbed to the talons of it and have been broken by it, it may not be the love itself, it could well be the one you love, but that person still embodies it.
The term "heartbreak" rings true, the feeling of physical pain simply overwhelmed me. The idea of something that doesn't consist of a physical presence can hurt and hurt the heart is what frightens me.
Frightened to be alone, frighte
Look at us now...... Look at what we've become. We were once park kids, now we're park drunks, no longer running around on the grass in excitement, more like in inebriation. Headaches caused by ice cream were no more, now they're just hang overs.
The swings were for swinging, not tangling, the bushes were for hide and seek and not for.... well you get the idea.
What happened? We grew up? If this is growing up, then I'll be in an alcohol induced coma by the time I'm 19. Alcoholic at 20, dead at 30, Look at us now...... No more the echo's of little children, now just the screams of broken men and women, thinking of what could of been.
-This
Reminisce of days of old by The-do-right-man, literature
Literature
Reminisce of days of old
They were the days- The summer of '98, a time when the fresh prince of Bel-air and the Simpsons, in one night, was enough excitement for any four year old. Inevitably times were changing, the grass was no longer as green and I no longer as small, as this was the first day of nursery, my only concern at the time was whether or not they'd have the same toys that I had become accustomed to in playgroup. So much like any other day in the life of a four year old, I was sat at the table eating my breakfast, with my legs dangling of the chair, though this time there was a difference.... I was wearing my coat, I wasn't really paying attention to how
BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES by The-do-right-man, literature
Literature
BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES
I wish I knew what it was to be popular. To be vane... it's a fascinating element of human nature, one that which I do not possess, does that make me any less human? It's much like an expensive object I admire, but could never own... the contrast being, to own an expensive object, one has to have certain wealth and to be vane, one has to have certain looks. As much as I may try- the clothes I wear, the exercise regime I put myself through, I can never look as good as the people we are brought up to believe we can be. I guess I am in a false sense of vanity, but aren't we all? If it wasn't for airbrushing, plastic surgery, private dentistry an
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
There is an idea of a Matt Suter; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
What is alive cannot fade- Oh but it can, it can fade into the shadows. I know we are insignificant compared to the universe, but when a person is insignificant amongst others, strangers, even his friends, I can't help but question my existence.
A younger, more naive me wanted to be rich and famous and most importantly noticed, these days I have no aspirations of being rich nor famous, I would settle for being noticed. I have created this world, environment, fake sense of security, call it what you will, but all it consists of are the four walls of my house. I do have
There is no "hero" without a "villain", it's human nature to have an enemy, whether it be another person, or an enemy inside one's self, the antagonist is still just as strong. After all without the antagonist, the protagonist can never be discovered, one is nothing without the other, even an enemy, an evil being, we rely on them to survive. The worst disasters happen when both sides consider themselves to be the protagonist, in war for example, neither side want to give up, because they consider themselves to be good, no matter what, or who stands in between.
War is also the exception, because both sides, murderers or not, they still have g
What is love?
A figment of the imagination?
Maybe it's human nature- the prospect of being alone, frightens people.
What ever love is, the outcome is indeed the same- the hurtfulness and even destruction that ensues the experience.
I myself have succumbed to the talons of it and have been broken by it, it may not be the love itself, it could well be the one you love, but that person still embodies it.
The term "heartbreak" rings true, the feeling of physical pain simply overwhelmed me. The idea of something that doesn't consist of a physical presence can hurt and hurt the heart is what frightens me.
Frightened to be alone, frighte
Look at us now...... Look at what we've become. We were once park kids, now we're park drunks, no longer running around on the grass in excitement, more like in inebriation. Headaches caused by ice cream were no more, now they're just hang overs.
The swings were for swinging, not tangling, the bushes were for hide and seek and not for.... well you get the idea.
What happened? We grew up? If this is growing up, then I'll be in an alcohol induced coma by the time I'm 19. Alcoholic at 20, dead at 30, Look at us now...... No more the echo's of little children, now just the screams of broken men and women, thinking of what could of been.
-This
Reminisce of days of old by The-do-right-man, literature
Literature
Reminisce of days of old
They were the days- The summer of '98, a time when the fresh prince of Bel-air and the Simpsons, in one night, was enough excitement for any four year old. Inevitably times were changing, the grass was no longer as green and I no longer as small, as this was the first day of nursery, my only concern at the time was whether or not they'd have the same toys that I had become accustomed to in playgroup. So much like any other day in the life of a four year old, I was sat at the table eating my breakfast, with my legs dangling of the chair, though this time there was a difference.... I was wearing my coat, I wasn't really paying attention to how
Milica, Milica, I love you so much
I miss your sweet voice and I miss your sweet touch
I still remember the first day we met
It was love at first sight and my eyes were wet
The year has been long and we have both had some tears
And the future is uncertain, we both have some fears
But one thing I know will always be true
My heart is full of joy when I am with you
You're hurting me again and I feel the sting
Maybe I don't understand this love thing
I wish you knew how much this hurts
I feel like my heart is going to burst
You said you would see me, you said not to cry
But then you told me it was all just a lie
I wish you would pro
Hello! :) well I am a very private person, but I love reading, writing, photography(observing, I'm not very good at photography)I live in a small town, one that which goes crazy when the weather's hot. I have been called many things in my time, but tell me what you think as a individual, many people do and it makes for an interesting literary mosaic.
Favourite genre of music: Any. Favourite style of art: Literature MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: Batman Personal Quote: "You've got it all wrong, you were the lightning in that rain".
Favourite Movies
Rocky
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Huey Lewis and the news, Lou Reed, Breaking Benjamin
Well it's official, I made a tool of myself. Is it me, or is life a series of disappointments? I can barely find the point to carry on this diary entry.
I have only one exam left, and after that I have like three months off. If I think I'm bored now, just wait until I've finished completely, maybe I'll get a job and this time I'll get bossed around and actually get paid for it. Then join a gym, sculpture my skinny body a bit, I hate being skinny and I would hate to be fat, so I'll try muscular. Sprinting isn't as fun as it used to be, because I know I'm the fastest, no one could possibly compete. Anyway I don't really know why I'm keeping a diary, but I guess one day if I'm feeling nostalgic, I'll read it and reflect on how much of a nerd I was/am. Well I have to go eat :( because I'm underwe
I have decided to make a fresh start. Though a deviantART account may not rectify my past failures, I hope to entertain deviants with my literary works. I shall try not to write too bleakly, but after all life isn't always cheery, because I do like to write with a semi-autobiographical tone, as well as fictional adventure. I aim to excel in both these genres. As time progresses, I will write with a more personal approach. :)
xD Okay.... be warned some of it is total crap, and you be sure to add more photography. I don't know much about it,but looking at your work t'is all good x