You will never understand,
Though you deem yourself worthy,
They say in order to understand someone
You have to walk a mile in their shoes,
I say you need to walk a lifetime,
You can never understand my pain, joy or sadness,
For you have not experienced it in my way,
True sympathy is not what you offer,
True sympathy comes from lack of understanding,
From accepting your limits,
Your views, your experiences, these taint your views of me,
In your eyes, I am but a stereotype.
I continued to try and cope with everything, I tried to forget that my life was being turned upside down. I coped by joking and pretending like life was normal, but inside I was fractured, my soul and heart were in pieces and I had no idea how to put them together again. The end of May approached and it was decided that I would go to the kayaking spring training camp in Texas, my dad would have it no other way. He thought I had so much potential in sport that he didnt want me to lose any progress I had made just because he was sick. I decided that I would drive down with friends of mine that were also going, the trip was long and fu
darkness,
clawing,
climbing,
not moving,
an empty shell,
reflection,
disgusting,
hideous,
seeing the cracks,
a broken mirror,
ugly,
sad,
depressing,
what is this,
a wounded bird.
Memoirs of Loss Chapter 4 by Apfeltchus, literature
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Memoirs of Loss Chapter 4
My father continued to weaken and get sicker as the weeks passed. Soon a special chair was brought into the house, it raised itself up and lowered itself down so my father could stand and sit unassisted by others. He was in so much pain by this point, that it was no longer an option for him to sleep lying down, so he spent his days and nights in this special chair. Due to the pain and the cancer, my dad was continually becoming angrier and he would often shout at us for the littlest of mistakes. As painful as these confrontations were, we all knew this was no longer my dad speaking. The cancer was taking over far more than just my dad
I know what you think,
I see your glance,
I can hear your lowered voice,
I hear the giggles,
You think I'm a bitch,
Loud, mouthy, sarcastic,
And you expect me to apologize,
You wish to see me crumble.
What you do not see,
Is that I don't care what you think,
For you will never know the true me,
I may be a bitch,
I may be loud, mouthy and sarcastic,
But I will never apologize,
I will never crumble,
I will never let you win.
My muse,
His smile,
His eyes,
The warmth of his hug,
Arms enveloping,
Lips pressing,
His skin against mine,
Fingers interlocked,
Soft blonde hair,
Unshaven scruff,
The bridge of his nose,
Shivers up my spine,
His eyes,
His smile,
My beautiful muse
The smell of graphite,
Warm wood denting my fingertips,
A line. Black.
Another line,
And another line,
And there emerges a shape,
A building perhaps,
An idea for sure,
My fingers fly across the page,
Pushing the pencil to the limit,
My idea has come to fruition,
All beginning with a single line,
Black,
Graphite.
What can I say? Concrete, Steel, Glass.
All good things to be sure.
But what happened to nature?
have we lost it entirely?
We may very soon.
Fields replaced by asphalt,
Oceans replaced by pollutants,
Clouds replaced by buildings,
Stars replaced by lights,
Oh yes, we are lovers of architecture.
But without nature there is no balance to life,
Without balance there is no equilibrium,
Without equilibrium with spin,
spin.
SPin.
SPIN.
Out of control.
Our so called revolution by Apfeltchus, literature
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Our so called revolution
Architecture has fallen into a rut of repetition,
Even that which we deem so revolutionary
is no longer part of a revolution,
What do we have left to fight for?
What do our homes say about us?
Are we really that dowdy 60 year old in which we live?
Or are we the revolutionists we say we are?
If so, can we just touch up our lipstick, dye our
hair and pretend to be 30?
Alright, Im still alive...I promise.
Unfortunately I am still super busy..Ive opened my own business and havent quite been able to keep up with it all. Stay tuned though, once my thesis is done in April, I will be free from May-June :D
I'm sorry to all that I watch and to the few who watch me, I've been ridiculously busy with school and the like, haven't had much time to keep up on DA. I will be back in a few weeks, and I'm looking forward to catching up on the deviations, keep writing, drawing, taking phots and the likes. See you all soon!
So I have now been awake for a full 24 hours, nothing unusual really. But what kills me is that I have another 48 hours of the same...not because I want to, or because they are conducting some strange study on me (not as far as I know anyway), but because I have to. Because my professors do not understand that they never give us enough time to develop a project properly, so now I am staying up for 3 days straight, all for 15%....is it worth it? I don't think so, but do I want to get ripped apart on a critic? Most definitely not. I'm starting to fade already, but no time to dwell on that...must get back to work. Good Morning everyone!