So the truth comes to light,
I ask you the question that I dread,
Why don't you like me as you did before?
Cause I'm the good guy,
I'm too nice
A romantic
I'm not what you're looking for,
Never was,
Never will be.
It's a hurtful blow,
But one I just have to accept,
Cause there's no alternative.
I guess it's really true,
What people say about good guys,
They really do always finish last...
A curse I'll always have,
No matter what happens,
No matter where I go,
I always finish last in this race.
After all this time,
You'd think one would learn,
How to avoid getting hurt.
Yet it always happens,
No matter the situation,
No matter the time.
Always falling for the special few,
Who never return the favour,
No matter what I do.
Yet this time I couldn't help,
Though the same as before,
She said she had feelings for me,
Yet as the time grew near,
To see one another again,
Those feelings left her,
As they always do...
Nothing but a leaf blowing,
Through the cold winter's wind,
Before it could be caught.
Another opportunity,
Comes,
Then goes.
Never to be destined,
To reach my cold weary hands,
Hanging in the wind,
Wait
Cause I Wasn't There by confused-anime, literature
Literature
Cause I Wasn't There
A forbidden fruit,
Never to come within reach
Of my out reached hand.
The sweat fruit
Showing interest over the past few months,
Gone unnoticed.
In one night
The sweat kiss was upon my lips
Even if it was only for one night.
Then taken away,
Again out of reach,
Yet still holding onto the fools hope.
As time passed,
It became within reach,
Yet just far enough away
Cause I wasn't there.
As it progresses,
I try to reach her,
Wanting to be with her,
Yet cannot reach her,
From the other side of the world,
Hoping to find a moment to connect.
The moments we had,
Were sweat and happy,
Filling our faces with smiles and laughter
So the truth finally comes out,
The reason behind the rejection
Of the opposite sex.
"You're just too good for me"
Too good .
In what way?
How can I be too good for anybody?
How can a tattered
Broken soul like mine be too good?
Do my wounds drive you away?
Do they make me better?
Don't they mean anything
I'm not too good for you,
Never was,
Never will be.
Not as an empty shell
That merely walks amongst the crowd,
Not ever knowing,
Not ever feeling,
Not even existing,
Never to find someone
A curse for me to bear,
Bound by fate,
Till death do us part
Free me from this curse,
Or send me to my exile
Met by chance,
Never known,
A match in the making?
A movie for two,
Sitting in the darkness,
Waiting for the cues.
I'm blind to such hints,
Movie goes on,
Nothing happens.
Another movie,
Private viewing,
Trying to act upon her cues.
Coldness,
Uncertainty,
Excitement.
In the end,
She makes the first move,
A simple kiss.
The follow day,
Text recieved,
"We need to talk"
My stomach drops,
I already know the subject,
I already know what's about to happen.
She leaves,
As quickly as she came,
Crushing everything in her path.
It was never meant to be,
Not here,
Where it always blows up in my face,
Leaving me torn,
brok
It begins,
A journey,
To a foreign yet familiar land,
Starting anew,
A fresh start.
Slowly wading,
Into the lake,
Of new faces,
Of new names,
Of a new beginning.
Months pass,
Steadily the light
Of a nearby becon,
Pierces the fog
That surrounds me.
Slowly I try to reach,
The source of this becon.
Wondering whom,
It may originate from,
And why I'm drawn by it.
The source I found,
To be someone,
Someone I wanted to know,
Still new,
Still uncertain.
As the year goes by,
Slowly we start to know each other,
Bit by bit,
Story by story,
Someone who listens and wants to be heard.
Soon becoming the only source of my trust,
"It's just,
You're a nice guy,
And I don't want to lose
you as a friend".
A friend,
That's all I am to them.
I can't help it that I'm nice,
The genuine gentleman.
Yet none will ever give me the chance,
The chance to take the risk,
And to try,
To try to feel more for each other.
Before my journey,
I seeked solitude.
Upon arrival,
I no longer wanted this silence.
I'm one of few,
Just me,
No one else.
I don't try to fit in
I don't conform,
To the molds of society,
To form fake friendships.
Yet the ones that are real
All with the opposite sex.
Yet a friendship,
Can only go so far.
I wanted someone close.
Someone to pos
A cold spring morning,
Frost invading the land,
Retreating at mornings light.
Walking down the worn path,
unnoticed, unseen,
Floating past in the corridors.
Greeted by the fake 'hello's,'
None for me,
Meerly a faded figure.
Standing amongst everyone,
As they walk through.
No one takes notice.
Returning to the path,
Where the frost greats me.
The only true reminder.
Sitting in the room,
Waiting for the rest,
Dwelling in my solitude.
They come,
Taking no notice,
To the lonely figure.
A compliment to one,
Turned insult by another.
Don't mind me.
The demand for the crowd,
Envelopes them all,
Except for the one.
I take m
I'm just a figure,
Floating about.
Almost unseen
To the crowd.
Meerly a shadow,
Cast beyond sight,
Screaming in silence,
With no one to hear.
Cries of an outcast,
Never can reach,
The caster of the shadow.
No light
Or glimmer of hope,
Can reach past
The veil of darkness,
Drowned in sorrow.
Looking out,
Toward the crowd,
A circle of silhouettes,
A wall
Keeping me trapped,
Within this prison,
Where I am but a lonely shadow,
Trapped in the darkness.
So the truth comes to light,
I ask you the question that I dread,
Why don't you like me as you did before?
Cause I'm the good guy,
I'm too nice
A romantic
I'm not what you're looking for,
Never was,
Never will be.
It's a hurtful blow,
But one I just have to accept,
Cause there's no alternative.
I guess it's really true,
What people say about good guys,
They really do always finish last...
A curse I'll always have,
No matter what happens,
No matter where I go,
I always finish last in this race.
After all this time,
You'd think one would learn,
How to avoid getting hurt.
Yet it always happens,
No matter the situation,
No matter the time.
Always falling for the special few,
Who never return the favour,
No matter what I do.
Yet this time I couldn't help,
Though the same as before,
She said she had feelings for me,
Yet as the time grew near,
To see one another again,
Those feelings left her,
As they always do...
Nothing but a leaf blowing,
Through the cold winter's wind,
Before it could be caught.
Another opportunity,
Comes,
Then goes.
Never to be destined,
To reach my cold weary hands,
Hanging in the wind,
Wait
Cause I Wasn't There by confused-anime, literature
Literature
Cause I Wasn't There
A forbidden fruit,
Never to come within reach
Of my out reached hand.
The sweat fruit
Showing interest over the past few months,
Gone unnoticed.
In one night
The sweat kiss was upon my lips
Even if it was only for one night.
Then taken away,
Again out of reach,
Yet still holding onto the fools hope.
As time passed,
It became within reach,
Yet just far enough away
Cause I wasn't there.
As it progresses,
I try to reach her,
Wanting to be with her,
Yet cannot reach her,
From the other side of the world,
Hoping to find a moment to connect.
The moments we had,
Were sweat and happy,
Filling our faces with smiles and laughter
So the truth finally comes out,
The reason behind the rejection
Of the opposite sex.
"You're just too good for me"
Too good .
In what way?
How can I be too good for anybody?
How can a tattered
Broken soul like mine be too good?
Do my wounds drive you away?
Do they make me better?
Don't they mean anything
I'm not too good for you,
Never was,
Never will be.
Not as an empty shell
That merely walks amongst the crowd,
Not ever knowing,
Not ever feeling,
Not even existing,
Never to find someone
A curse for me to bear,
Bound by fate,
Till death do us part
Free me from this curse,
Or send me to my exile
Met by chance,
Never known,
A match in the making?
A movie for two,
Sitting in the darkness,
Waiting for the cues.
I'm blind to such hints,
Movie goes on,
Nothing happens.
Another movie,
Private viewing,
Trying to act upon her cues.
Coldness,
Uncertainty,
Excitement.
In the end,
She makes the first move,
A simple kiss.
The follow day,
Text recieved,
"We need to talk"
My stomach drops,
I already know the subject,
I already know what's about to happen.
She leaves,
As quickly as she came,
Crushing everything in her path.
It was never meant to be,
Not here,
Where it always blows up in my face,
Leaving me torn,
brok
It begins,
A journey,
To a foreign yet familiar land,
Starting anew,
A fresh start.
Slowly wading,
Into the lake,
Of new faces,
Of new names,
Of a new beginning.
Months pass,
Steadily the light
Of a nearby becon,
Pierces the fog
That surrounds me.
Slowly I try to reach,
The source of this becon.
Wondering whom,
It may originate from,
And why I'm drawn by it.
The source I found,
To be someone,
Someone I wanted to know,
Still new,
Still uncertain.
As the year goes by,
Slowly we start to know each other,
Bit by bit,
Story by story,
Someone who listens and wants to be heard.
Soon becoming the only source of my trust,
"It's just,
You're a nice guy,
And I don't want to lose
you as a friend".
A friend,
That's all I am to them.
I can't help it that I'm nice,
The genuine gentleman.
Yet none will ever give me the chance,
The chance to take the risk,
And to try,
To try to feel more for each other.
Before my journey,
I seeked solitude.
Upon arrival,
I no longer wanted this silence.
I'm one of few,
Just me,
No one else.
I don't try to fit in
I don't conform,
To the molds of society,
To form fake friendships.
Yet the ones that are real
All with the opposite sex.
Yet a friendship,
Can only go so far.
I wanted someone close.
Someone to pos
A cold spring morning,
Frost invading the land,
Retreating at mornings light.
Walking down the worn path,
unnoticed, unseen,
Floating past in the corridors.
Greeted by the fake 'hello's,'
None for me,
Meerly a faded figure.
Standing amongst everyone,
As they walk through.
No one takes notice.
Returning to the path,
Where the frost greats me.
The only true reminder.
Sitting in the room,
Waiting for the rest,
Dwelling in my solitude.
They come,
Taking no notice,
To the lonely figure.
A compliment to one,
Turned insult by another.
Don't mind me.
The demand for the crowd,
Envelopes them all,
Except for the one.
I take m
I'm just a figure,
Floating about.
Almost unseen
To the crowd.
Meerly a shadow,
Cast beyond sight,
Screaming in silence,
With no one to hear.
Cries of an outcast,
Never can reach,
The caster of the shadow.
No light
Or glimmer of hope,
Can reach past
The veil of darkness,
Drowned in sorrow.
Looking out,
Toward the crowd,
A circle of silhouettes,
A wall
Keeping me trapped,
Within this prison,
Where I am but a lonely shadow,
Trapped in the darkness.
I'm into a lot of different styles of artwork and medians. There really isn't that much interesting about me.
Current Residence: Stuck in The Netherlands xP Favourite genre of music: rock, techno, metal, classical Favourite photographer: My Teacher Favourite style of art: photography, traditional, and digital! Operating System: MacBook Pro MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Kenshin, and others Personal Quote: "May the wings of you spirit carry you to happiness" -Me
Favourite Movies
Avatar was pretty awesome
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Varied
Favourite Games
Halo 3 (just to hear the funny conversations xP)
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-box and Wii
Tools of the Trade
Pencils, brushes, markers, pens, computers, tablet, should I go on?
I've pondering over the idea of doing commissions for quite a while now. Especially now since I can't find a job here in the Netherlands, so I'm short on money :/
But I do have to ask first.
Who would be interested in asking me for a commission?
I'm mostly a traditional artist. I work with pencils, ink, charcoal, all types of paint, sculpture, and also working on digital.
I don't know what I would charge yet but I'm willing to talk about prices.
So yea, I'm open for commissions. Just send me a note and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!
Well I never really post anything on here mainly because I never really know what to put in these things.
I guess I should start off by saying that so the international school here in groningen is pretty awesome so far. Only 15 students in my whole class!!! Whats even better is that all of the students are awesome in their own ways. They also like to party a lot, well, at least the guys do.
I'm also in the visual arts class here at the school, in higher level (which is advanced/honors/AP/etc...). The teacher is absolutely insane. She's a british art teacher who will tell you what she thinks, whether it's insulting or not, she'll say it
I've arrived safely in Groningen, The Netherlands about two weeks ago. Thankfully I have my computer again so that I can update my journal and finally post some art work. I'm soo happy that I have a scanner again x3. This means lots of artwork and sketches will be uploaded soon (once I figure out how the scanner works). I'm hoping that soon I can get photoshop for the mac or something similar so I can work on my photos too.
To all my friends in the states, I MISS YOU T__________T.....
But school has also started here, and I'm making alot of friends so far, so thats good. Plus they all speak english since I'm in an International school