I don't often do journalsbut when I do it's 'cause I've been tagged XDContradictory55
This time by the effervescent :iconstarlightshoals:
1. How did you join dA?
My friend talked about it and I wanted somewhere to write down my thoughts (poems, ideas, etc)
2. What does your username have to do with you?
I love contradictions. Oxymorons, paradoxes, things that make you question things. And I realized that while humanity is full of contradictions, it's also got no contradictions.
3. What is your current avatar of?
Some cat from a picture my sister has on our old computer ^^
4. How many watchers do you have, and how many do you watch?
O______o I have 112 watchers and watch 143
5. Do you have more than one account?
6. Name three of your favorite deviants on dA.
Oh shit. Uhm.
7. What deviant(s) do you admire because of their personality?
8. How many deviants do you actually know
a single stroke
A picture taken-
A photograph created-
The lines amalgamated-
then diverge and curve.
The start is the image
existing in nature
out of nature
in the minds of people
with something to say
without a voice.
One thousand words and more
caught up in lines more than symbols
there are meanings and then
there is the meaning of meaning
and how do you capture
something that is itself?
holds the definition of abstraction
despite its meaning it is
meaningless only if
the viewer cannot see
A voice is unneeded
only if words can be expressed
in something more indelible than action.
bottomless tearssome days it feels unendingContradictory55
drip drop drip drop
and there's no container
more bottomless then the one
within, filling up with salt water
just before it's released
in small doses so as not to drown
the world in its iniquities and
there's more to this than meets the eye
blurred lines still blurred even after the
waterfall down cheeks
what's indistinct remains and so
there's nothing but to wipe the tears away.
inevitabilityTears of relief fallingContradictory55
from eyes holding themselves dry
for far too long
trying to stay strong
trying not to scream at the sky
asking nobody why we're dying.
Fading fast because
emotions can't last as the cause
for our survival
our will is subservient
and our utmost denial
is severely inconvenient
to everything trying to hold us together,
everything trying to promise us forever.
Forever doesn't exist
within the confines of mortality
we pretend at invulnerability
because we are vulnerable.
Death stares us in the face
and we close our eyes.
a single strumming note
A voice not understood
meant to be felt
to reverberate inside ribcages
where tears fall from hearts-
Beyond the understandable
leaving behind a sense of
sadness and grief surpassing
the barrier of a foreign language
because sadness is multilingual.
The guitar chords are a backdrop
the primal thrum for a primal feeling
each word flows to the next
following a rhythm all their own
a letter to an anonymous receiver.
behind the left ribcage
something is thumping and
with every inhale
is an exhale of a word
that has only one meaning
Tears don't have to fall from eyes
but a throat's reverberations
hold the meaning of the inexpressible.
IndelibleI looked up from my seat on the busContradictory55
through the window across from me
and upon seeing the city, I thought:
"That. That is mankind's footprint,
our stamp upon this large Earth,
our proclamation of our lowly existence."
Then I looked down
at the book in my hand
and I thought:
"This. This is as close as we will get to God,
our ability to create solely from our imagination.
To print our thoughts and creation upon
something once alive, is still living,
in a new form and in new ways.
Love of writing? No, this,
books, authors, novels, literature, this,
this is love of creation.
Every word cannot live on its own,
but in cohesion with others it
creates a story that can.
Confined between these pages,
characters fictional and otherwise,
alive and dead, speak to us.
From first love to first heartbreak,
first kiss to first fight to last kiss,
there can be beauty in the sadness.
Beauty in the tears that fall as we fall
for these people inside these pages
because beauty is more than phy