Flowers in the brick building

A woman walks down a street just when the brightness of the sky starts to fade.
In the corner of her eye, she catches a curious sight.
She sees these flowers that seem to illuminate with an unearthly glow, growing out of clay pots across the street through an open door of an unassuming brick building.
She sees these flowers so vividly, more so than anything that reaches her sight.
Filled with curiosity, she walks toward these flowers which seem to sing a quiet song.
As she reaches the door with her mind focused on seeing the flowers dancing in stillness,
she suddenly stops.
She awakes from her short daze and she notices that she had stopped at the door.
The door in front of her was closed, as if it was never open.
She knocks, waits a short while, and with sudden strange impatience, she turns the knob and opens the door.
A bounty of quiet yet glistening flowers fills the room, gracing her sight.
The now night sky fills the room with soft light through the countless glass windows through one side of the room and the ceiling.
Her heart is filled with wonder and joy, yet, a speck of sadness ripples through her.
She is reminded of her brother who died just a few months ago.
She imagines her brother's bright smile and his voice saying these words...
"I love you, Sis."
She quietly feels in her heart that her brother took care of these flowers.

Circle

revising is unfinished.

I like you

Huh?

I said I like you.

...

What about you?

Give me some of your blood.

Wh-what?

Just some of your blood, a small amount.

What are you going to do with it?

Don't ask me questions, I don't need it now, just give it to me whenever.
Any container will do.
I'll show you what I'll do with it. We'll talk more about this after you bring it.

...Tomorrow then.

You'll do it?

Yeah. Here, same time.

...Right.

*tomorrow*

Here.

*he takes out a container of red liquid.

*the other person wordlessly pulls out a blank piece of paper*

-he opens the container, dips his finger, and he draws a circle.

-then he draws these symbols made of lines around this circle.

-2 short, 2 long

-2 long, 2 short

-1 short, 2 long, 1 short

-1 long, 2 short, 1 long

-and finally he draws a cross in the the circle, connecting these symbols.

I use 10% of my magic to grant this person the possible happiness he would have with me. This happiness is added to what happiness he may find on his own. May this happiness guide him to stronger possible happiness.

*he hands the container back*

Here.
This will serve the same function.

What...what is this?

This is something that won't hurt you as much or cause you as much emptiness as I would. Burn the paper so the effect can't be manipulated. You should not attempt talking to me again. There is no longer any reason to.

You...

You're really...

Whatever... what a waste of time.

*he tosses the blood marked paper and leaves*

*the other person picks up the paper and takes out his lighter.*

 ...
I don't believe in magic myself...

Story 3

I want to know the person I can be the most happiest with,

You can tell me that right?

I have the the ability to find the answer to this, yes.

50 bucks right?

Here.

Now tell me.

A moment.
Summoning...
(You've summoned me once again human.
(I've been listening.
(Now...
That person...that person...you will meet that person in a week.
(...Are you listening? 
(That's not what I said.

Really?
Where?

It will be a place that you have never been before.
(...so then...
But you will meet the person once again at the place you like most being there.
(You won't give him the truth...
Do you wish to know more?

*he smiles*

-pain-

Let me think for a moment.

Take as much time as you need.
(You know...

Oh, I got it, tell me one thing about the person,

Something small,
I want every moment with this person to be special.

Alright.
Reveal a point.
(You often do these things...
...that person likes the sea.
(that I don't understand...
(that person actually likes the night sky...

The sea...

You may ask one more question.
(What if...

This is the most important question.

...
(He meets this person you describe...

I've always thought about this when I thought about the other person.

...
(...he won't find the happiness he seeks.

Tell me how I can make this person happy.

(By simply being with them.
To make that person happy...
(Tell him the truth, that person would be happy...
You should take them...
(No matter...
to see the world...
(what...
Now...
(Why are you lying to him?
Are you satisfied with these answers?

...I am.

I feel like...

I can trust you.

...

I get this special feeling...

When I hear your words...

...

Your words satisfy me a great deal...

...Thank you.

*he smiles*

Sure thing.

...thanks,

thank you very much.

*he extends his hand*

*shakes*

(his hands are warm...
I hope you find this person.

*he smiles again*

*he leaves*

...
(So are we done?
(Return me to my world.
...
(What is it?
I command you to use your magic.
(..for this human?
Such threads that connect souls,
of the many, the threads which are
most thick and of strongest color.
(This magic you want me to use...
With a blade made of a fragment of my soul,
I cut.
(This is the first time...
(You asked me to directly use my powers.
Reconnect these threads to a person of my words.
(This was the real reason...
A person he shall meet within the bounds of next week,
at a place he has never been.
A person he shall meet again
at a place he is most comfortable.
(You first sought my power isn't?
A person who loves the ocean,
A person who will be happy when they see the world with him.
And finally...
A person that will make him most happy...
(...
With this needle made of a second shard of my soul.
I mend these cut threads.

(Human who summoned me...
(When the the night sky...
(Was most beautiful...
(with use of my power, it is done.

those silly stories that i write

story 1

god carved adam out of an oak tree.
in love with his creation, he carved jacob from willow.
jacob will always love adam but adam will never love him back.

story 2

The hero, pulling out his sword from the dark wizard's chest:
You can no longer oppress the people of this world wizard.
Now do what you promised me, before you breathe your last breaths.
-Your family was it?...
Yes, you said you would return them to me.
-...
Are you going to do it or must I take your head?
-it-it is done.
It is done? Where are they? I want to see them.
-Your village is restored, they are there.
I'll believe you when I see them again.
May the gods deal you righteous judgement and have you burn in eternal flames.
*The hero leaves.*

*A tall figure enters the room though a portal*
...so he defeated you...
At last, the evil lord has been defeated.
So the reign of darkness in this world has ended.
*The body of the wizard disappears.*
It wasn't possible for him to win.
All these obstacles...he overcame all of them.
Were they really obstacles?
You even lead him right to your castle...

He will never see this castle again.
*another figure appears behind the tall figure.*

So...is he dead?
-No. He is still alive.
So is he going back to his village in the mountains?
-His village isn't there.
What happened to this promise you had with him.
-It is fulfilled.
I don't understand. What did you do?
-I sent him to a different world.
Why didn't you just kill him?
What kind of world did you send him to?
-A world where I don't exist.
-His world is no longer here.
-I created a world just for him.
-A world I may never enter.
Why?
-...I have the power to kill his family.
-I have the power to easily destroy him and everything that he holds dear.
-If I ever did such a thing...
-I'll destroy...
Your humanity...you still have it don't you?
...
The darkest one in this world is you and you still have the weakness of humanity...
...
You've used him to become darker.

My Poison

I'm hella bored. so whatever.

My poison is a poison of stillness:

The many people of disgusting character in this world.
I seek their simple deaths simply as to stay disgusting for the rest of their lives.
To stay the same, believing in whatever truth they believe.
Stay still standing and never change!

It is preferred they see no error in their ways.
Stay still and blind on the single road that many others have walked and died on.
The single road that many others shall walk as well.
Keep such comfort and stay on that road.
Of the many single roads that already many have walked.

I take comfort that many people suffer from this poison.
It is a poison that I suffer from as well.
This poison is an illness and it spreads easily.

Pessimism and self loathing bleh.

Like Grains of Sand

Eh I've been watching a ton of these recently. I hope good films like these never end.

WARNING: The clip spoils an important moment in the film and I recommend you watch the film first to fully appreciate it.

In fact, I'm not going to embed it as to make it more of a hassle as to copy and paste in hopes that people will watch the film.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZfSrkOdYZU
Seriously. Watch it.








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eh. just watch the clip then, I hope it convinces whoever to watch it.

boop.
lan yu, north sea texas, weekend, get real, wild reeds.
that's it.

GF*BF

Just because I liked this film so much. Gf*Bf tells the story of these three friends throughout a number of different and changing time periods of Taiwan and their troubled complex relationship with each other. Mabel (on the right) loves Liam (on the left), Aaron (middle) loves Mabel, and Liam secretly loves Aaron. Though this friendship goes though some major conflicts, their friendship holds together in the end.

I don't want to spoil anything about film even though I really have a lot to say about it, but this has become my most favorite film that I've watched in a long while after I have thought long and hard about it.  Though there is some romance in the film, it isn't the main focus. Their close friendship is.

This film really made me to cry. I loved story, the way the story was told, the characters, and the development of these characters and the many heart-wrenching moments that were utterly bittersweet.


With every fiber of my being, I recommend whoever reads this to watch this film.


I haven't really cried about a film in such a long time ever since.....pokemon the first movie....yeah. Well, that's all I have to say. Please watch this film if you ever have the chance to.

words: dream

 cause i found this dream interesting.

what i remember was that i was going into a bus.
the seat i first chose was taken so i didn't sit with my pillows which i left at that seat somewhere.
i took another seat further in the bus and sat next to a young shy girl.
i talked to her about some stuff but she spoke softly and kindly, smiling, but i couldn't make out what she was saying.
i asked 2 things i didn't remember.
i had 3 pillows, 2 long and 1 normal sized.
i was last to leave bus and i pulled out my pillows from where i first was gonna sit.
we were at a place where people my age (i'm pretty young) lived.
i searched for my room, going up stairs, something like in hogwarts.
a thin guy who i went to school with passed by me.
we searched for our rooms in some building.
reminded me of a dream where i could choose my room, from a large selection of rooms
i remember multiple rooms that were linked together in a straight line.
one of these rooms had a sky light, but this was in another dream.
one floor that i was on had a red carpet and fancier rooms compared to the others.
i eventually got lost.
i think i needed a code for my room.
then somewhere, at some time, i fought monsters castlevania style
fighting a giant glowing blue skeleton with his giant skull.
i saw a blue medium sized plant monster as well.
i fought using a whip, like a the main characters of the games.
the background was black and white, dungeon like.
i kept falling, unable to enter doors like i wanted to.
then sometime after, i manage to defeat giant blue glowing skeleton head.
then i see a talisman with a japanese clothed woman infront of it, floating like a frozen shade - an enemy in castlevania. a japanese talisman made of paper with red symbols and shapes on it.
i manage to get out of that place after that.
i end up all the way in the back building.
which has the metal outdoor staircases that some apartments have.
this metal staircase reaches all the way to the top where some of the doors back in enter some sort of darkness or evil-something out of another dream.
i end up all the way on the ground somehow after this part.
the ground was made of large gray square stones.
on left side of the building from the back is the place where my father's funeral was held.
the dual doors into the place are glass, i felt fear from the place, i was afraid of it.
the space to left from the back of the hotel was large.
there were normal people walking around here.
i pick up a chair and hold it in front of my head so its legs point out.
i start rushing toward the front of the building through a food court.
dodging people and tables.
a remember a father and son standing in front of the food court.
the only person i hit was a woman but i remember i only bumped into her with the chair.
i reenter the building looking for an elevator.
there were alot of doors but they were locked or something.
then i find a room that has 2 elevators, 1 for men, another for women.
i think the buttons were labeled for the floors 1, 3, 5, and 7.
i think i remember entering a room named 555 or something.
i enter another room of vents and things-silent hill or portal like.
where ther are holes to the outside, only big enough to fit an arm.
these windows looked as if they moved when wind blew.
the main character from eureka was there with a clipboard, looking like he was doing something.
he was doing work in his brown uniform. he was out of place.
he does something and the 3 holes started blowing but not at the same time, supposedly fixed.
we find a naked woman laying down under one of these vents in a makeshift bed with various body parts at her feet.
then 2 nude women pop out behind the wall
they awake as if they were demonic.
than that owl from the game peggle appears
the scene changes magically with colors, the nude people dissapear, and the scene is no longer brown, black and gray and yellow.

i'm lying in 2 things for some sort of reason.
the last 2 lines aren't it.

words: love

even though love is something human, something of this dimension, this world, this universe, something we feel so mankind continues,

it is possible it could be made into something more,

love could be limited to humans and human form,
tied to rules many have followed
and unexperienced by many as well.

into something that isn't limited to such rules and entities.

more depressing thoughts seeped in and made this crap below.

but such limits create more value and uniqueness to this feeling or emotion.
we are given such things we think of are bad and good.

should these feelings like love and happiness be unique to us or felt by other "life"?
should we be bound to these rules made by no one?

we create these values.
they could have no value at all.

short simple poems

stuff i wrote long ago that i cared to save.
be prepared for crappiness as i wrote these when i was depressed/lazy/bored in middle and high school.
these are not all one thing and not poems.

the candles low
inside the smallest room
the door slightly open for air
to return the tome
i've never read for years
the room was maroon
like the rest
only in the corner of
my eye a slight movement
stayed this white
line, stared and stared
what is it?
it shown itself
in full white
moon like
i...

form of mind
destruction of desire
complex form to run the body
simple life
be stupid and break the hard ground
to pierce the skin bone.

dirt in nails
seep into heart, mind
eyes blur, mumble deaf
to be alone

the lone earth.

why do women carry large bags?
to carry tiny sweets for their grand children?
to carry feed for pigeons?
to carry raisin cookies for their neighbor?
to hold pictures of their families?
to keep small fish for lunch?
to keep some money for some shoes?
or to hold a second face?
or for the sake of holding something.

etch short meaning on the thin white dry cloud
long blue lines like stairs, black go cross and slash
from the paw, finger twist, erase gray ash
words so small, infinite, could speak so loud

those unspoken gain purity, god sound
turn into pieces when read in a dash
if any the same, deeply, a red gash
make it a person, who needs to be found

unwritten, many, unfinished, the worst
struck with the muse's presence, flows the word
the deepest, where one reaches, most don't find

rhyme, tone, the topic, do the last part first
writing leads to more writing, flew the bird
it will hit the tree, unleashing the mind.

she told me she remembered me.
i copied her answers at school.
we sat next to each other on a bus one time
she helped plan the school dance
she wasn't in much of my classes
we just met again on the subway
i west to a hospital to see my sister
she said she was fine and would be able to go home in a day and didn't need me.
i was going back to my home city
my old classmate said she was going to meet a friend somewhere.

it is far away, where we didn't eat sweet things.
where it wasn't tasteless or bitter.
we wouldn't leave home and my brother would cry.
"shut up."
the water we had to drink was oddly salty.
my older brother would read his books and not talk
my older sister would simply do what my parents said.
everyone felt alone when we were at home.

this was gonna be a story about a village who controlled children
in a weird evil way. but i can't stand how serious i was being.
and i can't handle/create interesting characters. (or i don't know if i can)

and a list of previous things i've written
i'm forbidden from remembering things from long ago as they make me depressed.
the first serious thing i've written is a really crappy poem of darkness and light
and faggy light won. makes me depressed thinking about it.
an unemotional assassin who just killed his brother based on some story i've read

a brother who remembers a time when his uncle brought him and his brother to the beach
when the weather was bad and the water was cold. they would've become really sick from going into the water if one of the brothers didn't break his arm after falling off a tree the brothers first wanted to climb.
now both brothers are adults and the older brother recently died overseas. the younger brother goes to his bed and remembers him eating oreos, eating comics, and listening to his cd player.
the mother is deceased, and the father is still taking care of the younger sister.

these people on an isolated island for some reason think about what they should do.
one despairs and the other builds shelter, builds a fire, and spends the rest of the day trying to catch fish for him and the other
the one who despairs burns down the shelter when the other one wasn't around.
when the other one returns late at night, the shelter is in charred remains
the strong one yells at the weak one and tells the person he wants both of them to live.
and the story ends there.
the story is bittersweet with more bitter.

my immature hope

I want to be found by someone interested in my work as to have them help me become better so I share the products of my imaginations to more people and so that I may become a person who can also help people to share their work as well. I like writing, drawing, and creating. Well, I wish that everyone who has ever lived has written, drew, painted, or created something that inspired at least another person.

warning: butchering english and immature thoughts

DON'T READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SOMETHING WITH BAD GRAMMAR AND THOUGHTS OF A RETARDED 16 YEAR OLD. I AM OLDER SO YEAH, I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT MORE.


things i believe do and want to say.
i will lose my style when i learn more things about art.
the creator is unique than those than "do" as only he can create the creations that he will make.
those that merely "do" do what people have already done.
course the world cannot function without neither.
i love organizing crap on my computer.
i can't stand normal art as i'm not the type to follow rules.
it's tedious to draw things that already exist, or as shown.
but those things always change in a subtle way.
i thought i was a person who learned through reading because i wanted to be serious.
but i really like doing things visually, i think mistakes are easily made if you just read, as well as do what you think the picture says.

most crappiest thing to exist ever in existence.
multiverse theory supposedly.
i believe/don't believe in the infinite number of dimensions.
i believe a fact as well as a not-fact could be not-fact and fact in other universes.
i exist in half of all universes as i can either exist or not exist.
i can also exist partially and exist not partially in a half number or whatever of universes.
there are many universes and universe groups that use "you don't exist at all completely", or "you only exist in 1/whatever universe" rule.
all gods exist in all half universes.
i'd make a set of rules for these, and i bet they exist somewhere so whatever.
tl;dr:i believe there is an infinite number of universes containing and not containing every situation possible so i can be lazy believing nothing. i wish to destroy some of these universes.

i wonder when they will solve aging, dying sucks.
many humans are dead, many awesome humans as well.
i don't believe in past lives as i feel as if this is the first time i felt living.
it's possible i may have had a different kind of life that isn't human.

also, one thing i fear is if this blog gets popular for some crazy reason.
that's impossible but i'd like to stay alone, but just exist.

also sorry for offending anyone by using the world retardedness.

faded identity

i'll start with posting something i made long ago when i was still in high school.
who i wanted to be in the future.
course these characters are boring and normal.
in this image, god is like me, he hasn't made anything good.

i hope i don't post a lot of depressing things about myself.
these characters are from some old character creator at newgrounds.
which seems to be difficult to search for so i'm not bothering to search for a link.