These wings aren't really here, they're just the trick of the light.
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4:46 PMI got back from school just a few hours ago. Surprisingly enough, I didn't fall asleep in class given that I only slept for an hour or so (I really detest screwy biological clocks). Anyway, all throughout (while I did do my work), I was thinking of a concept for another short story/or long one depending on how much content I want to add as they are somewhat personal - but with a twist so it's more tragic than it seems. But, as it has appeared to me in my present shortcomings, it really is much easier to think about an idea rather than execute and finish it.
But this year, I wanted to make it a priority, now that I have a small idea on what to do after graduation. No, I will not be going straight to a university but take classes on Art and work on building up a portfolio. Then I can go to an Art school.
My hopes for last year (since I got Art class) was that I'd learn the fundamentals. But, that isn't what we got. My school is an underrated school. It's fairly old too as it's currently getting a much needed face lift that shall be ready by next year. So Art class has cut down, especially on what is 'supposed' to be learned. I was hoping to cover shading, figures, observation techniques etc. etc. but what was I to gain from expecting so much? Not a whole lot, but a little something here or there.
Ah well.
So, I wrote this poem on the concept I mentioned before I went into Rant mode - which I do when I get a fresh thought and I follow it. I wanted to personify wishing stars. Here I question the idea while giving a base intro and all but I wanted to give them the traits of a fast-living human, like the reckless types who 'live in the moment.' In a way - as I've written dabbles here and there - these stars are beings of desire as they have short lives. 'Beings of desire...?' It's tricky as most of the wishes people wish for aren't greedy or anything like that. People actually wish for good, don't they?
Okay, so these stars are bipolar (in a way). :) But that's me poking fun at the subject because I'm wondering which approach I want to take when writing because there are three scenarios that I can take, maybe even more than that.
And, I should mention, that this concept is something I overuse, ever since 'fate' and 'destiny' always seemed to mingle with the word 'star' or 'stars.' Angels is something I've long overused since people with wings fascinate me.
Etoile
Stars, the light of our wishes
Good and bad, drift in unlimited space;
Our imaginings, the sky a reflection of our collective minds.
Whether angel or devil
Of ghost or of soul,
Do your beliefs lie
Among the millions of colored lights?
Whisper along a wish,
To pass the time, bored;
For stale life loops as if in lazy slumber
For the lives that pass through it have their own missions.
So the changing atmosphere
Affects us all. Mercurial in temper
Or cool and calm in a fervent summer
A tempest rages war within us -
A mess of emotions - parleying stress
Mentally and physically
To the struggling host body.
To the struggling host body.
And thus these lights
Become the carrier - the symbol - of our escape,
Our safe place; our dreams.
And our hopes.
Is it childish?
As they distract from earthly things
And lift the burdens we can only carry
With our less than capable shoulders
During the times when we are not at our best.
Then, is there not another possible world
Among these lights?
In the blackness do they dwell
Lighting whatever they can
Within the malign conjurings of the human mind -
The human will.
Are not the stars capable of feeling too?
As they are beings fashioned of our thoughts and devices
Their lives are reckless and brief.
Their cross, glued to their backs, tied down by linings of gold;
Tiny persons ask for freedom
From the suffocating dark.
But of angel or demon
Of good or evil intent, if freed
Is unknown, as their development lies
Within the wishes we wished.
What creature does that supplement make them?
I'm not sure whether to continue this or if the cut-off point is there... But there's more to come.
I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do. :3
And our hopes.
Is it childish?
As they distract from earthly things
And lift the burdens we can only carry
With our less than capable shoulders
During the times when we are not at our best.
Then, is there not another possible world
Among these lights?
In the blackness do they dwell
Lighting whatever they can
Within the malign conjurings of the human mind -
The human will.
Are not the stars capable of feeling too?
As they are beings fashioned of our thoughts and devices
Their lives are reckless and brief.
Their cross, glued to their backs, tied down by linings of gold;
Tiny persons ask for freedom
From the suffocating dark.
But of angel or demon
Of good or evil intent, if freed
Is unknown, as their development lies
Within the wishes we wished.
What creature does that supplement make them?
I'm not sure whether to continue this or if the cut-off point is there... But there's more to come.
I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do. :3
The Sleepless Dreamer and Dreamless Sleepers
6:48 PM
Happy Friday everyone!
Alright, so maybe not everyone is having a happy Friday or a happy...whatever...but know that I wish you well wherever you are...and to backup your writings and important computer stuffs however you can.
I'm just glad the account documents were saved onto the Mac's hard disk...automatically.
Long story short, I just had the biggest computer scare I've had for awhile. The first was when my laptop was overwhelmed by some pesky malware that took over my desktop and tried to make me sign up for fraudulent virus prevention software. But I came out unscathed...except that that laptop's memory is F-R-I-E-D. Fried. I don't know if I've mentioned this but it wasn't mine in the first place anyways... It was my step-brother's R and he just played World of Warcraft (and did other stuff, I'm just not sure what) before giving it away (*cough*selling for a profit*cough*)
To rectify my past meaningless posts, I'll dig something from my piles of notes about what I'm working on (It's the weekend so I can focus on this finally!)...
Alright, so maybe not everyone is having a happy Friday or a happy...whatever...but know that I wish you well wherever you are...and to backup your writings and important computer stuffs however you can.
I'm just glad the account documents were saved onto the Mac's hard disk...automatically.
Long story short, I just had the biggest computer scare I've had for awhile. The first was when my laptop was overwhelmed by some pesky malware that took over my desktop and tried to make me sign up for fraudulent virus prevention software. But I came out unscathed...except that that laptop's memory is F-R-I-E-D. Fried. I don't know if I've mentioned this but it wasn't mine in the first place anyways... It was my step-brother's R and he just played World of Warcraft (and did other stuff, I'm just not sure what) before giving it away (*cough*selling for a profit*cough*)
To rectify my past meaningless posts, I'll dig something from my piles of notes about what I'm working on (It's the weekend so I can focus on this finally!)...
I've always wanted to have a dreamy storytelling style. Dreamy in the sense that the reader is aware of the character's individual conscience and see through their perspective without using 1st person point of view. 1st per. PoV doesn't necessarily agree with me. You see, just because I like to explain myself, my empathetic nature really gets to me when I do a 1st prson narrative but I have to be able to focus on that character, as well as keep the atmosphere in the story similar to the atmosphere in real life. I doubt I can write a sad, harrowing scene when Pop music is playing or cartoons are blaring on the tv--just to give examples.
Moving along...a writer friend of mine said I write in third person omniscient and blah blah etc. etc. As much as there are technical names to label how a person writes, I honestly just want to write however this story comes to me. Surely, other writers feel the same way...until they take their work to a publisher. Now that's where we have to get a bit technical with how we do things, since everything's been written already--the dreamy part is over--writers revise according to how an editor sees fit. And, from what I gathered from the experiences of published authors, it's difficult. Editing, overall, is difficult..but they pull through it somehow.
...you know, that wasn't the topic I wanted to address, but I was thinking about it all the same.
So, sleepers and dreamers...don't take it the wrong way :) I'm working on the concept but I thought sharing it would be best.
How I defined these two terms came lightning fast in that epiphany-type moment or the shout-out-loud "Aha" moment. (Now I know I'm not the only one that's been reprimanded for talking loudly when it's dead silent...and yes, I've been perusing the Dictionaries and Thesauri laying around (even the ones at school)) Hmm...so what is the meaning to the blog title? Sleepless and dreamless are pretty self explanatory (as I thought to myself earlier today) but what about the other words? *starts rifling through notes and dictionary*
Hmm...most likely it's because: 1) I'm more comfortable here, especially since I can play awesome ambient music really loud where no one springs at me every few seconds asking what I'm listening to 2) I;m sitting in a comfortable chair and wear equally comfortable clothing 3) NO OUTSIDE DISTRACTIONS?! *laughs triumphantly*
Oh, and I have a lot of space to put my notes and junk without having to worry about people (again) asking what I'm doing and then attempt to get a peek at my papers and even have the gall to snatch them from my workspace and read stuff out loud D: Then again, I have this weird print-cursive writing style that causes people to scratch the back of their heads in wonder.
Its the weekend. I've got time. I'm fairly happy with the goings on in my life. I've got a functioning computer. Now I'm very happy...just because everything seems to be going well. So, I hope the length of this post can be excused. :3
EDIT: Hey it's the 60th post! *dances randomly and horribly*
Moving along...a writer friend of mine said I write in third person omniscient and blah blah etc. etc. As much as there are technical names to label how a person writes, I honestly just want to write however this story comes to me. Surely, other writers feel the same way...until they take their work to a publisher. Now that's where we have to get a bit technical with how we do things, since everything's been written already--the dreamy part is over--writers revise according to how an editor sees fit. And, from what I gathered from the experiences of published authors, it's difficult. Editing, overall, is difficult..but they pull through it somehow.
...you know, that wasn't the topic I wanted to address, but I was thinking about it all the same.
So, sleepers and dreamers...don't take it the wrong way :) I'm working on the concept but I thought sharing it would be best.
How I defined these two terms came lightning fast in that epiphany-type moment or the shout-out-loud "Aha" moment. (Now I know I'm not the only one that's been reprimanded for talking loudly when it's dead silent...and yes, I've been perusing the Dictionaries and Thesauri laying around (even the ones at school)) Hmm...so what is the meaning to the blog title? Sleepless and dreamless are pretty self explanatory (as I thought to myself earlier today) but what about the other words? *starts rifling through notes and dictionary*
- Dreamer: someone who has plans that are not practical; something beautiful that can only be seen in a dream...etc.
- Sleep: to rest your mind and body by lying down with your eyes closed; any condition of inactivity or rest; death; Sleeper: One or who that which sleeps; someone or something thought to be unpromising that unexpectedly attains value, importance, notoriety, etc.
Time slows and memory is an illusionThe above probably won't make much sense since it's only part of a poem...most likely I should say. ^^'' So I came up with the following:
Those beyond the Holy city, drift into a profound sleep;
While those within live through this ice-cold reality
Throughout this dark delusion, one half seeks another--
The sleeper seeks the dreamer in order to find truth in the blinding fog.
+ + + The sleepless dreamer is caught in their own delusions of what used to be (maybe of grandeur). Sleepless, means restless. Dreamer means one who looks not on reality but on fantasy or what does not exist...anymore. They, unlike sleepers, have long since blocked out the hurtful things in their life and, thus, cannot live in -this- reality because it is full of hurtful things. Another good way to put this is that they are in denial(?). The epitome of innocence (?).I omitted a lot of stuff but there's a visual of my thought process for you. I thought it'd be a fun thing to share since I too wanted to know myself. I wanted to know whether I really do think better when I'm at the computer than on paper at school or anywhere else.
+ + + The sleeper without dreams can be seen as a realist. They, having forgotten or forsaken the ways of being childlike in nature or heart, are on a path to self-destruction. They walk, indifferent, because of past conflicts, of broken promises...someone with a long memory. Being able to dream is being able to step in a children's world where answers are given as candidly as possible; "Dreams are the territory of children etc. etc."
Hmm...most likely it's because: 1) I'm more comfortable here, especially since I can play awesome ambient music really loud where no one springs at me every few seconds asking what I'm listening to 2) I;m sitting in a comfortable chair and wear equally comfortable clothing 3) NO OUTSIDE DISTRACTIONS?! *laughs triumphantly*
Oh, and I have a lot of space to put my notes and junk without having to worry about people (again) asking what I'm doing and then attempt to get a peek at my papers and even have the gall to snatch them from my workspace and read stuff out loud D: Then again, I have this weird print-cursive writing style that causes people to scratch the back of their heads in wonder.
Its the weekend. I've got time. I'm fairly happy with the goings on in my life. I've got a functioning computer. Now I'm very happy...just because everything seems to be going well. So, I hope the length of this post can be excused. :3
EDIT: Hey it's the 60th post! *dances randomly and horribly*
Concepts
10:32 PM
Just a few minutes earlier at this very same hour I began thinking of some pictures to do with certain concepts, I figured I might as well list some of the things I thought of:
Lilith Concept
-the fallen angel who searches for children to kidnap/kill
Samael Concept
- fallen angel who's name means 'the blind god'
Greek Muse, Urania
- the muse of the heavens/astronomy
The White Room Dream
- concept of the inner self
Any Fairy Tale
- either one by myself or by a different author (ex. Grimm brothers, Aesop, Hans Christian Andersen...)
Dark + Light pic.
- (I've always wanted to do something like that)
Horoscopes
Modern Outfits
Innocence
Violin & Cello pic.
Pictures from Favorite songs...
P3 fanart?
If you haven't noticed by now, I'm really into the meanings behind names-- it's always interesting to see/hear about. :-D I might add more ideas as soon as I think of them.
Lilith Concept
-the fallen angel who searches for children to kidnap/kill
Samael Concept
- fallen angel who's name means 'the blind god'
Greek Muse, Urania
- the muse of the heavens/astronomy
The White Room Dream
- concept of the inner self
Any Fairy Tale
- either one by myself or by a different author (ex. Grimm brothers, Aesop, Hans Christian Andersen...)
Dark + Light pic.
- (I've always wanted to do something like that)
Horoscopes
Modern Outfits
Innocence
Violin & Cello pic.
Pictures from Favorite songs...
P3 fanart?
If you haven't noticed by now, I'm really into the meanings behind names-- it's always interesting to see/hear about. :-D I might add more ideas as soon as I think of them.
