THE ELEPHANT BRIDGE BREAKS by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
THE ELEPHANT BRIDGE BREAKS
I RAN TO THE BRIDGE
I RAN TO IT WITH MY PAPER IN MY HANDS
I RAN TO THE BRIDGE
WHERE THE ELEPHANTS SWAM
ONLY TO FIND THAT THE BRIDGE WAS NOT THERE
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Ich LIEF Zur BRÜCKE,
die Ich ZU ES MIT MEINEM PAPIER IN MEINEN HÄNDEN LAUFEN LIESS,
Ich Zur BRÜCKE LAUFEN LIESS,
IN DER Die ELEFANTEN,
UM SCHWAMMEN NUR ZU FINDEN, DASS Die BRÜCKE NICHT DORT WAR
There is nothing anymore.
I am without doubt that finally, I can perceive the world through my own eyes.
Not the ones given to me by influence.
And as the world unfolds, I realise, I discover who is my friend
and who is my foe.
And everything, And everything is so clear now that.
I can finally look at the sky and create my own ideas,
I can finally look at someone and still be able to feel their place.
My own muse, My own philosiphy, my own perspective on life and the entire enbodyment of
Existance.
New things unfold; I believe in a higher power.
New things unfold; But, I do not wish to worship it.
This new world to me, this new er
The Harsh Reality of War. by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
The Harsh Reality of War.
Paul Baumer: I can't tell you anything you don't know. We live in the trenches out there.
We Fight. We try not to be killed. Sometimes we are. That's all.
Professor Kantorek: No, no Paul!
Paul Baumer: I've Been there! I know what it's like.
Professor Kantorek: That's not what one dwells on, Paul.
Paul Baumer: I heard you in here reciting that same old speech,
making more iron men for germany, more young heroes. You still think it's sweet and glorious to die for your country, don't you? We used to think you knew.
The first bombardment taught us better. It's dirty, painful and a shame to die for your country. When it comes to dying for
A Lantern For The Blind. by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
A Lantern For The Blind.
A Lantern For The Blind,
Sunshine to never cloak.
A Lantern For the Blind,
For the sight is in align.
A lantern for the blind,
Will lead the way, lead by light.
We Grow Together
Make Mistakes Together
Cheer Together,
Feel Together,
Love Together,
We'll Raise Hell Together,
Ascend Together and Believe Each Other.
And we are one,
the earth is one.
Chorus:
He Lies In The Cage.
Like A Shogun And The Punished.
His Splendor Robbed His Dignity,
The Kabuki Actor
Fear And His Slave The Actor,
The Hurricane And The Zephyr,
Not So Much A Mentor, As The Tormentor,
Pull On The Chain Of Tight collar
Rearing The Body Upwards, Bleeding from the Neck
Harsher, Dearer, The Fear Is Greater.
If He Were To Hiss
The Master Would Take Out The Piss
Never To Ignore Him,
The Malicious Grin
Of The Sinful Face
[ I Would Like To Be Treated Like A Human ]
Chorus:
He Lies In The Cage.
Like A Shogun And The Punished.
His Splendor Robbed His Dignity,
The Kabuki Actor
Grim As It Is,
The Mas
A Reality with No End;
A Legion Without Respect;
The Weakness Of All Races
The Downfall Of The Human Race
The End Of All Within' ones existence.
The Earth Shattered
Evil Men Plotting The Demise Of…
Us, Out Of All, The Close Minded Fools,
The Puppeteers Control The Movement
We Have The Decisions
We Let It To Them For Our Ruin
Our Shadows Break Free,
All Other Life, Bled For Our Resistance,
Our Uphold Against Our Genocide Of The Human Race.
Give In To the War,
Unrefined Actions, Being Burnt,
From The Map That Was Once Used For
The Scheme At The Top Of The Hill,
Where We Meet,
And It Begins.
Us, The Humans, We Are Fools,
We
A Tribute To Donnie Darko by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
A Tribute To Donnie Darko
Grab The Lighter, Hide It,
Go Outside, Wake Up, Wake Up,
Go To Your Friends House.
Burn It To The Ground,
Wake In Your Sleep, You'll Be On The Road, You'll Be Half-Dead.
Chorus:
I Can Do Anything, And So Can You.
You Are The Living Receiver,
Cast Your Flames, Burn It Down.
"I Burned That Perverts House Down!"
Do You Believe In Time Travel?
Have You Ever Seen A Portal?
Follow Me Upstairs,
To Your Fathers Room, If You Dare,
Open The Closet, There's A Gun,
Have You Not Seen It? Take It.
Chorus:
I Can Do Anything, And So Can You.
They Are The Manipulated Living,
Shoot Him, He Ran Her Over, Your Love.
"Go To Your House… And
Chorus:
I Am The Sin,
I Am In Control,
My Ego Is Infinite,
I Haven't Even Struck The Final Blow.
I've Been Through It All,
Do Not Tell Me Stories Of Your Pitiful Life,
I Do Not Care About You,
I Do Not Feel Any Pity For You,
They Will Be Pleading,
Once I'm Out There And Overhaul This
Pitiful Earth, All Of You Are Wasting Your Lives.
The Animals Flee,
At The Sound Of The First Gun Shot,
The Conflict Begins In A Forest,
The Army Of My Followers,
Against The Allied States,
Although This Struggle Is Only
A Little Threat… It Will Soon, Soon Enough,
Become Your Largest Battle Yet.
Chorus:
I Am The Sin,
I Am In Control,
Contrary To Belief,
Insufficient For The Human Mind,
It Could Not Possibly Process All The
Theories And Laws Into One Mind.
Religion Remains Constant, Even Though,
our lives are legitimately real.
The Entities And Characters Portrayed In
A Religion, Never Remain Constant, Unless
They were not real.
If Jesus H. Christ Is The Same Exact Person In Every Reality
Of Every Human, Then He Is Not Real.
Mythology Works The Same Way.
Therefore Nothing Can Truly Be Verified And Proven.
Nothing.
I Am A Prisoner Of My Own Beliefs, My Own,
Theories.
I Follow The Rules Of It, I Follow The Belief.
It Is Not A Religion, Nor A Clan, Or Anyt
Deep In Space,
Lies The Left Over Of The Human Race
After The Downfall Of Humanity,
All Has Been Lost, Even Our Beauty.
When We Will Awaken,
With Some Sort Of Unknown Technology,
We Will Still Be Dead.
Humans Will Still Be As Grungy.
We Can Only Hope Another Race Finds Us,
Brings Us Back To Life,
The First Thing I would do, Is Cuss.
I Wouldn't, I Couldn't,
Believe What They Have Done.
The Probabilities Of It Is Minimal,
But We Can Only Hope.
It Is The Only Thing We Have Left.
It's Pathetic, That I must Resort To This.
Short Story Sequel Part 1 by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
Short Story Sequel Part 1
For the past two weeks, I've been living off soda and junk food. I never went out, and I leeched off all the money I got from my mom. It's not that I couldn't get over the fact that mark was in prison; it's more of the fact that I can't believe myself. I've always thought that all the suffering I've got was from other people. In a chain reaction, that is… Now, though, it's me, I can't live with myself. I'm a traitor, a loner, and a junky. When I really used to be a brother, a boyfriend, and somebody to look up to. Now, I just look like a drunken slob.
I could join the hippy club, right now… Nah… It's Halloween soon; they'd all be getting hig
Short Story Sequel Part 2 by FadeForgiven, literature
Literature
Short Story Sequel Part 2
I can't let my memories eat my alive; I can't let my past be the events of today, and forever repeating in my mind. Am I going insane? All these things speeding through my mind, it feels like it's rushed through my thoughts of all the horrible things that have gone through my life. Why can't I get these thoughts out of my head? Why can't I let my memories die? They are apart of me, corrupted me, scarred me, and has left its final mark on me.
I clenched my fists; put my knuckles to my forehead. I walked over to Marks old stash, hiding spot if you will, and kneed down by it. I stared at it for a while, and then I noticed something, like a crac
All the times we'd shared…
All the games we'd play.
They left me so unprepared,
For what you had to say.
When you told me you were leaving,
I thought that I might have died.
So many times I've told myself I was dreaming,
But I knew it was a lie.
So painfully my heart is breaking,
So many tears I have cried.
And although my soul is aching,
I know I have to say goodbye.
For all the good times shared,
For all the joy portrayed,
However unprepared,
To you, thanks is all I can say.
My Angel Without Wings by JustBeingMe303, literature
Literature
My Angel Without Wings
You say you could be my angel,
If only you had wings.
That you and I would fly off,
To go places, do anything.
If only you had wings,
You could wrap them tight around me.
But what about your arms?
They do just fine. Better, possibly.
If only you had wings,
You could catch me when I fall.
You'd lift me up when I'm down,
You could be there when I call.
But what you don't seem to realize,
Is just one of many things;
You're already my angel,
My angel without wings.
~ <3 ~
Why are all these images spinning through my mind?
Will they Ever stop?
In The Right Corner of my eye?
Frame By Frame,
A Different Image passes by.
Maybe Picturing my thoughts, every slide.
Maybe, it's my mind.
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Favourite Visual Artist
I can't choose. o_o
Favourite Movies
Dead-Leaves, The Good The Bad The Ugly, Donnie Darko.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Arch Enemy, Mindless Self Indulgence, Bjork, Steppenwolf, Many more.
Favourite Writers
Beats The Hell Out Of Me.
Favourite Games
X-Box: Halo 2 | PS2: Tekken 4 | PC: Everquest 2 |
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-Box, PS2, And PC.
Tools of the Trade
Music, Emotional Inspiration, Word Document, Photoshop 7.0, Apophysis.
Other Interests
Chaos Theory, Time Travel, Subjective Reality, Music, Technology, Gaming.
I saw madagascar today : DDD It was okay.
And and and I got all inspiiired.
I'm writing a story about a canadian soldier in the after math of the second anglo boer war.
And then i'm writing a fictional story of Willam Avery bishop. Billy bishop as known. Canadian pilot, he kicked ass in vimy ridge and in france. He even faced the red baron and got away alive. He shot down 73 (I think?) enemy planes in WWI.
Also writing a fictional story about his son, who fought in WWII and flew a spitfire.
Yeah, canadian pilot flying a spitfire. Don't ask me how.
AND THEEEEN I might write a story called "Undying Arquebuse", a spanish soldier who is a l
Yuh Bitches, I'm making a big shiny WWII Roleplay with sub roleplays.
http://groups.msn.com/IronWings-AmericanGermanCampaign-WWII/
I WANT YOU
To join the american army.
Seriously, take a look at it, it's decent.
We need soldiers. : D
[01] What's your first name? David.
[02] Last name? Alexander.
[03] Address: Canada. Quebec.
[04] Nicknames: Dave, Ink, Davey.
[05] Do you like your nicknames? Only Dave.
[06] Gender: Male
[07] bDay: July 23rd.
[08] Your sign: Leo And Cancer ;)
[09] Where do you live: Quebec.
[10] Have you ever been in love? Yep.
[11] Do you have a tattoo? Planning on it.
[12] Do you want one? Yup.
[13] Where do you shop at the most? Fairview... Maggies. I just bought an orange Atari shirt there. (:
[14] Wat color is your hair? Brown, dyed mesh blonde.
[15] What color are your eyes? When I'm Crying Or when I'm REALLY Happy they go crystal blue.