Is there anything more beautiful than the language we speak?
Not English, the language of mixed grammar and varied origins. All language.
I speak two languages, and am learning a third. I can describe the world around me in three different ways, each as beautiful as the last. I can communicate with many different people, and bridge communication gaps between those who otherwise would not understand one another.
If music be the food of love, language feeds the soul. Language aids us in a sense of belonging, as a means to express ourselves, as a tool for understanding those who are different from us. What could be more beautiful than understa
What does love look like?
Everyone wants to know, but everyone's view is different.
Love can be tall, short, fat, thin, any combination of features.
Love changes, grows, flexes with time and age
Always different, yet always the same
Love comes, and love goes. Love has many stories, and many parts
This is but one of many
Love arrived a long time ago
Love was sweet, a dear friend
Love cared for me exactly the way I thought it should
Extremely close and protected
Never afraid of harm
Love drove me insane
And love left
Love came once more, a dear dear friend
Love played with me and held me
Made me laugh when I thought I couldn't
And showed me
Flights, Falls and Fantasies by cookie351, literature
Literature
Flights, Falls and Fantasies
I enter into an almost dreamlike state - flying, sparkling, the world beneath my feet. I can do anything I choose to. Sure, there are bad moments. Perhaps too much to do, a test or task of some description that challenges and frustrates, but for the most part, I fly high above the world. I've done it.
But all is not right, in my dream. I can see my body falling apart, feel my mind go into spins of emotion from sheer exhaustion. I am exhausted - happy, but unable to do more, and it is my body and mind that feel the toll from it. I know this is the case, and yet I reach for more.
And I fall.
I become increasingly ill, in mind and in body. I
I wander through the courtyard, smiling.
Genuine, deep down contentment - it's been so long
No more do I have to run
Hide, be afraid of myself
I may still be uncertain
But I trust in that uncertainty, and in myself
I thought that when you left, my life would fall apart
Already I was anxious, dependant,
Clinging to the hope that the person you once were would return to me
Rather than the person I came home to - cold, bitter and angry
You scared me, but no more
I don't need you now
I know now I should have left, long ago
Should have seen the damage you were doing
But the past is the past
No point in regretting, or holding anger
What happened
I am scared of death. Scared of the darkness, beyond the thin veil of life and into the unknown. How does one even begin to comprehend that place? Is science right? Do our brains just lose electricity and we become part of the earth we lived on, just more unknowing objects in the universe? Or is there some sort of force that lets us live on as a consciousness, a spirit? We'll not know until it's too late.
Thoughts of the dark crush my soul, make me wonder why nature forces us through this short span of life only for it to come to an end. Why people live their lives knowing that it can never last.
And then I stop.
I stop and look back at th
I stumbled down the corridor, blindly searching for the door that would take me back to where I was before. Seemingly endless white corridors stretched out in front of me, with uniformly black doors lining the walls. I tried every door I saw some were locked, some just took me back into the same corridor, some even had a sort of force field that wouldn't let me go near them. I could hear a pounding in my skull, a rushed drumbeat that drove me to run faster and faster until my legs buckled underneath me. I slammed myself against a wall, sinking lower and lower until I was curled up in a ball on the floor, finally surrendering to the no
I wander through the dank, dark corridors, desperately seeking the fantastic sight I've been told of. It's like a maze in here, black walls, black everything, with only the dimmest light to guide my way. As I get deeper in, the walls start to give off a sort of glow. It's a bit creepy, but I know it means I'm getting closer. I turn a corner, and there it is at last. The Machine. It's nothing like I expected, but every bit as entrancing as I was told. It fills the room, larger than any sort of machine I've ever seen before, but also odder than any before. I take a closer look. It's been made out of everyday objects, some old and some new - a
Is there anything more beautiful than the language we speak?
Not English, the language of mixed grammar and varied origins. All language.
I speak two languages, and am learning a third. I can describe the world around me in three different ways, each as beautiful as the last. I can communicate with many different people, and bridge communication gaps between those who otherwise would not understand one another.
If music be the food of love, language feeds the soul. Language aids us in a sense of belonging, as a means to express ourselves, as a tool for understanding those who are different from us. What could be more beautiful than understa
What does love look like?
Everyone wants to know, but everyone's view is different.
Love can be tall, short, fat, thin, any combination of features.
Love changes, grows, flexes with time and age
Always different, yet always the same
Love comes, and love goes. Love has many stories, and many parts
This is but one of many
Love arrived a long time ago
Love was sweet, a dear friend
Love cared for me exactly the way I thought it should
Extremely close and protected
Never afraid of harm
Love drove me insane
And love left
Love came once more, a dear dear friend
Love played with me and held me
Made me laugh when I thought I couldn't
And showed me
Flights, Falls and Fantasies by cookie351, literature
Literature
Flights, Falls and Fantasies
I enter into an almost dreamlike state - flying, sparkling, the world beneath my feet. I can do anything I choose to. Sure, there are bad moments. Perhaps too much to do, a test or task of some description that challenges and frustrates, but for the most part, I fly high above the world. I've done it.
But all is not right, in my dream. I can see my body falling apart, feel my mind go into spins of emotion from sheer exhaustion. I am exhausted - happy, but unable to do more, and it is my body and mind that feel the toll from it. I know this is the case, and yet I reach for more.
And I fall.
I become increasingly ill, in mind and in body. I
I wander through the courtyard, smiling.
Genuine, deep down contentment - it's been so long
No more do I have to run
Hide, be afraid of myself
I may still be uncertain
But I trust in that uncertainty, and in myself
I thought that when you left, my life would fall apart
Already I was anxious, dependant,
Clinging to the hope that the person you once were would return to me
Rather than the person I came home to - cold, bitter and angry
You scared me, but no more
I don't need you now
I know now I should have left, long ago
Should have seen the damage you were doing
But the past is the past
No point in regretting, or holding anger
What happened
I am scared of death. Scared of the darkness, beyond the thin veil of life and into the unknown. How does one even begin to comprehend that place? Is science right? Do our brains just lose electricity and we become part of the earth we lived on, just more unknowing objects in the universe? Or is there some sort of force that lets us live on as a consciousness, a spirit? We'll not know until it's too late.
Thoughts of the dark crush my soul, make me wonder why nature forces us through this short span of life only for it to come to an end. Why people live their lives knowing that it can never last.
And then I stop.
I stop and look back at th
I stumbled down the corridor, blindly searching for the door that would take me back to where I was before. Seemingly endless white corridors stretched out in front of me, with uniformly black doors lining the walls. I tried every door I saw some were locked, some just took me back into the same corridor, some even had a sort of force field that wouldn't let me go near them. I could hear a pounding in my skull, a rushed drumbeat that drove me to run faster and faster until my legs buckled underneath me. I slammed myself against a wall, sinking lower and lower until I was curled up in a ball on the floor, finally surrendering to the no
I wander through the dank, dark corridors, desperately seeking the fantastic sight I've been told of. It's like a maze in here, black walls, black everything, with only the dimmest light to guide my way. As I get deeper in, the walls start to give off a sort of glow. It's a bit creepy, but I know it means I'm getting closer. I turn a corner, and there it is at last. The Machine. It's nothing like I expected, but every bit as entrancing as I was told. It fills the room, larger than any sort of machine I've ever seen before, but also odder than any before. I take a closer look. It's been made out of everyday objects, some old and some new - a
Jareth Be Prepared by Pirate-Yashimaru, literature
Literature
Jareth Be Prepared
Jareth:
I never thought goblins to be esential.
they're crude and unspeakably plain
but maybe they have glimmer of potential
when aligned with my vision and brain
I know that your powers of retention
Are that of a squirell on catnip
But thick as you are, pay attention
Your about to go an a big trip
there's a girl who is full of potential
who is brooding just above ground
it's important she thinks she's alone there
You'll be bogged should you be found!
Let's prepare for a wish of a lifetime
Be prepared for our dreams to come true
the queen will be coming
and you'll keep her running
Hoggle:
but why would we do that?
Jareth:
so we'll win
Current Residence: Home is where the heart is Favourite genre of music: Musicals and Soundtracks MP3 player of choice: my iPod Skin of choice: Mine. Y'know, the one that was made for me? Personal Quote: Tim Curry is God
Favourite Visual Artist
David Bowie, Meatloaf, Tim Curry
Favourite Movies
Labyrinth,The Rocky Horror Picture Show,The Boat That Rocked,Tangled
So if anyone actually bothers to read this, this is the first thing I've posted on DA. In 9 months. Pathetic isn't it?
Actually,more like my life is insane. I love it like that, but it leaves little time to actuallly do anything creative. Once I get access to them, I'll upload some pretty pictures, and probably continue to do so. Mostly I'm here to enjoy the artwork and talent of other in particular the GND comic by Pika-la-Cynique. All of you, go and read it. It's hilarious :D
Well, adieu for now. Photos will be up soon-ish.
<3 Cookie
Thanks for the fave. By the way, I love David Bowie and Tim Curry. We also have same interests in movies, like the labyrinth and rocky horror. Im actually going to Jared's masquerade ball (based off the masquerade ball in the movie the labyrinth). Well thanks again and have a great weekend
Hey! Sorry, haven't been on in ages, so I only just got this. I've heard about the masquerade, but sadly there isn't anything like that where I live I'll have to get to one someday. Hope it goes/has gone amazingly well
It's ok. It was an amazing experience. I had a lot of fun! they do it every year, so maybe one year you can go. I highly recommend it. people come from all over