Heal The Wounds of your Soul
Many things happen in life.
Obstacles come about.
People stand in our way.
It seems like nothing is going for us.
We think the world has turned against us.
Nothing is there for us.
We turn away and try to forget the pain we feel.
We hide under the blanket and hope the monsters of our life will go away.
We bury our face in the fear of failure.
Then we turn back.
We take a peek.
We look up.
We realize that looking away won't get rid of it.
Hiding won't make it going away.
Losing sight won't make us forget.
We feel backed into the corner again.
We feel like the nothing is coming to rescue
Dear You,
Have you been well? I'm writing this as a final goodbye. I'm sorry it has to be this way. You can ask why, but I can't really say why. It hurts too much and I can't stand it anymore. Too many memories stand in my way. I once thought I was strong but now i've realize just how weak I am.
How is it? That thing I gave you. I wonder. Perhaps you threw it away with the trash. I don't blame you. I'm not upset. I'm sure it wasn't something you needed anyways. I need to find it still. I'll search another day though. When i'm not so tired.
I think that was all I needed then. I guess this is it. Goodbye. This day is the last you will hear f
The front door of the store on the corner rings as a small boy walks in curiously. "Hello? Anyone here?" "I'll be right with you!" came a voice from the back. As the young boy no older than 10 looked around the room a young man emerged from behind the curtain to the back room with a puzzled look. "Can I help you, little man?" he asked with a slight smile. The boy shuffled his feet silently staring at the ground. "Ah. I know. You're curious what it is I do here, aren't you?" asked the man in his early 20's. The boy nodded shyly and looked up at the man with a big smile. "Come then. Follow me." said the man as he walked back into the other room
A curse...
One with the power to ruin someone...
An ability they say...
Nay... nay is what I say...
An astounding feat...
Something that many marvel at...
You yourself though...
You alone know the truth...
You alone know the pain...
A chance to see what is around you...
To see something no one else may...
The feelings of others flow into your body like the great oceans...
The good and the bad...
The ugly and the beautiful...
A chance to read that person like a book...
And what you find...
Dark secrets known by only them...
A pain they harbor secret...
A pain you now know...
It's a curse I declare!
No more do I want this!
A blue-haired kunoichi sat on the stump with a smile, watching her boyfriend's sweat-soaked body as he continued training with an intense focus. "Hey! You ever gonna settle down for a moment and come sit with me!?" she coaxed as his focus remained elsewhere. He turned towards her with a scowl on his face. "Maybe you should come join me, Masuno. You look like you're getting a little soft." he joked, continuing his intense train. The girl sat there and pouted as he refused to pay attention to her. She got up and walked towards him in a huff, grabbing him and turning towards her. "What's that supposed to mean, punk? You calling me fat!?" He laug
Walking The Dark Path -Love- by Sage-Kazuma, literature
Literature
Walking The Dark Path -Love-
Walking through the darkness.
Nothing but the faint image of his hands in front of him.
He walks blindly.
Falling and stumbling cluelessly.
Nothing to hear but silence.
A man without a path is no man at all.
A man without sight needs a guide.
Suddenly in the distance, something glimmers.
The blind man sees and walks towards the warmth.
He can tell a difference.
Before he has found warmth without light.
Before he has found light without warmth.
The warmth he has found radiates with an unparalleled kindness.
The light shines to light his path once littered with despair.
The man reaches what he was so desperate to find.
He embrace
Ugh I don't even know why I'm writing this. I guess I'm just really bored. Maybe I just wanna leave something behind in case something happens to me It still doesn't really matter at all cause I've already started Anyways, where to start? Well I guess my name and a little about me would be good. My name is Saruwatari Kazuma, but everyone calls me Sage. I still don't see why they call me that either. I guess I'm really smart. A genius of sorts, but I don't really think so. Anyways, I'm currently 14 and a genin of the Konoha village. I wasn't always a member of the leaf village though. I guess I should explain that now. That's
Art is in the eye of the beholder.
As we grow, our eyes change.
They begin to reflect outside influences.
Our mind grows warped from the many things around us.
Only few learn to fight.
Only few learn individuality.
Our lives are nothing if we only follow.
We become lost in the crowd of clones.
Nothing different remains.
Only the strong seperate from the pack.
Only the strong truly survive.
It's your choice.
What will you be?
Survive...
Move on...
Live...
Someday you will smile.
Smile as if there's nothing more.
Nothing more than the happiness of the heart.
So it has come. The Beginning. The Start Line. The Introduction if you will.
What does it mean?
Does it mean that we shall see more?
Does it mean that new knowledge will be found?
Does it mean that there will be a newfound artist in us all?
Answer these, I can not.
I must wait like the rest of us.
I can not look into the future and answer these questions.
If you wish to find out, you must wait like the rest.
The journey begins.
Let us go together.
Heal The Wounds of your Soul
Many things happen in life.
Obstacles come about.
People stand in our way.
It seems like nothing is going for us.
We think the world has turned against us.
Nothing is there for us.
We turn away and try to forget the pain we feel.
We hide under the blanket and hope the monsters of our life will go away.
We bury our face in the fear of failure.
Then we turn back.
We take a peek.
We look up.
We realize that looking away won't get rid of it.
Hiding won't make it going away.
Losing sight won't make us forget.
We feel backed into the corner again.
We feel like the nothing is coming to rescue
Dear You,
Have you been well? I'm writing this as a final goodbye. I'm sorry it has to be this way. You can ask why, but I can't really say why. It hurts too much and I can't stand it anymore. Too many memories stand in my way. I once thought I was strong but now i've realize just how weak I am.
How is it? That thing I gave you. I wonder. Perhaps you threw it away with the trash. I don't blame you. I'm not upset. I'm sure it wasn't something you needed anyways. I need to find it still. I'll search another day though. When i'm not so tired.
I think that was all I needed then. I guess this is it. Goodbye. This day is the last you will hear f
The front door of the store on the corner rings as a small boy walks in curiously. "Hello? Anyone here?" "I'll be right with you!" came a voice from the back. As the young boy no older than 10 looked around the room a young man emerged from behind the curtain to the back room with a puzzled look. "Can I help you, little man?" he asked with a slight smile. The boy shuffled his feet silently staring at the ground. "Ah. I know. You're curious what it is I do here, aren't you?" asked the man in his early 20's. The boy nodded shyly and looked up at the man with a big smile. "Come then. Follow me." said the man as he walked back into the other room
A curse...
One with the power to ruin someone...
An ability they say...
Nay... nay is what I say...
An astounding feat...
Something that many marvel at...
You yourself though...
You alone know the truth...
You alone know the pain...
A chance to see what is around you...
To see something no one else may...
The feelings of others flow into your body like the great oceans...
The good and the bad...
The ugly and the beautiful...
A chance to read that person like a book...
And what you find...
Dark secrets known by only them...
A pain they harbor secret...
A pain you now know...
It's a curse I declare!
No more do I want this!
A blue-haired kunoichi sat on the stump with a smile, watching her boyfriend's sweat-soaked body as he continued training with an intense focus. "Hey! You ever gonna settle down for a moment and come sit with me!?" she coaxed as his focus remained elsewhere. He turned towards her with a scowl on his face. "Maybe you should come join me, Masuno. You look like you're getting a little soft." he joked, continuing his intense train. The girl sat there and pouted as he refused to pay attention to her. She got up and walked towards him in a huff, grabbing him and turning towards her. "What's that supposed to mean, punk? You calling me fat!?" He laug
Walking The Dark Path -Love- by Sage-Kazuma, literature
Literature
Walking The Dark Path -Love-
Walking through the darkness.
Nothing but the faint image of his hands in front of him.
He walks blindly.
Falling and stumbling cluelessly.
Nothing to hear but silence.
A man without a path is no man at all.
A man without sight needs a guide.
Suddenly in the distance, something glimmers.
The blind man sees and walks towards the warmth.
He can tell a difference.
Before he has found warmth without light.
Before he has found light without warmth.
The warmth he has found radiates with an unparalleled kindness.
The light shines to light his path once littered with despair.
The man reaches what he was so desperate to find.
He embrace
Ugh I don't even know why I'm writing this. I guess I'm just really bored. Maybe I just wanna leave something behind in case something happens to me It still doesn't really matter at all cause I've already started Anyways, where to start? Well I guess my name and a little about me would be good. My name is Saruwatari Kazuma, but everyone calls me Sage. I still don't see why they call me that either. I guess I'm really smart. A genius of sorts, but I don't really think so. Anyways, I'm currently 14 and a genin of the Konoha village. I wasn't always a member of the leaf village though. I guess I should explain that now. That's
Art is in the eye of the beholder.
As we grow, our eyes change.
They begin to reflect outside influences.
Our mind grows warped from the many things around us.
Only few learn to fight.
Only few learn individuality.
Our lives are nothing if we only follow.
We become lost in the crowd of clones.
Nothing different remains.
Only the strong seperate from the pack.
Only the strong truly survive.
It's your choice.
What will you be?
Survive...
Move on...
Live...
Someday you will smile.
Smile as if there's nothing more.
Nothing more than the happiness of the heart.
So it has come. The Beginning. The Start Line. The Introduction if you will.
What does it mean?
Does it mean that we shall see more?
Does it mean that new knowledge will be found?
Does it mean that there will be a newfound artist in us all?
Answer these, I can not.
I must wait like the rest of us.
I can not look into the future and answer these questions.
If you wish to find out, you must wait like the rest.
The journey begins.
Let us go together.
Current Residence: New York Operating System: Windows 7 or XP MP3 player of choice: Archos Shell of choice: Bash Personal Quote: "Once I say to leave, you best hit the f***ing pavement."
So... i'm really lucky honestly. If it were for the fact that I have most of my writing posted here on dA, I would've lost everything a couple nights ago. My computer went kerrpow because of something I did and I almost lost every single one of my files. Fortunately, not everything was lost because of the help of my roommate and my own ingenuity. But yeah...
This is my new account, though most of it is going to be focused on writing. I'll use my other account if I really have any intention of posting any actual art, though it is unlikely up to this point.
So yeah. :)
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