Syvim

Jacob Driscol

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Heroic Imagination by Syvim, literature

Dreaming by Syvim, literature

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Dreaming

You were having a dream about falling. The air was rushing past you, strangely warm and soft, and the world around you was a blur. Your stomach lurched and stayed behind as gravity pulled you down, towards a growing speck beneath you. The speck became a globe, then a continent, then a valley, gaining definition by the second. Soon you could see rivers and trees and houses, then deer and bushes and flowers and pebbles and blades of gra - You wake up. Your eyes fly open, your heart pounding in

Campfire Stories by Syvim, literature

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Campfire Stories

“I never knew my parents.” Her eyes are glassy, reflecting the campfire. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her legs. “I never knew them, and yet…” You throw more wood onto the fire, hoping to ward the night’s chill. “Yet, I know their faces, I know their names, I know them. I even know… Oh God, I even know how they died.” You move to her, and place your arm around her. Her delicate body shivers in your arms, still marked by her torture. For her you would... “You don’t have to…” “I can hear them scream… I can hear them cry&#

Nihil ex Emo by Syvim, literature

What is freedom? by Syvim, literature

.RUN. by Syvim, literature

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.RUN.

Have I been running for all of my life? I don't want to die I've been doing better lately I won't want to die Seriously, less insane at the least. I can't want to die Not really happier per se but... I can't want to die At least I don't feel so alone I won't want to die At least there is some hope I want to die I've been seeing a shrink lately I want to die I hope it really doesn't cost me I want to die Don't know what I

.LIFE. by Syvim, literature

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.LIFE.

We await God’s eternal farce. Life is lifeless. We are promised an eternal… Life is lifeless. Eternal what? Why do we care so? Life is lifeless. Eternity will continue when we lose Life is lifeless. Our world exists when we are gone Life is lifeless. Why are we so selfish? We care only for… Death is freedom Mine soul for even two others… Death is freedom I would do it… Sell my soul for two… Death is freedom I would suffer damnation to save even… Death is freedom One. Just one. My soul is… Death for freedom For this I know. I am one of many And yet I know For even in hell, there is

To know by Syvim, literature

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To know

I can't keep up, but I can't back down. Though my soul be oppressed by these demons of mine. What must I do to break these chains? My spirit has been roused once more... My feet move forward once more. Once more shall I drag these weights... And in knowing shall your spirit soar. For by knowing, all questions are irrelevant. TO know, is to contemplate anew. Without knowing my soul succumbs. Know and be Free

Breathe by Syvim, literature

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Breathe

Breathe. For with each breath we continue a life that was gifted onto us. Move. For Inactivity is waste. Without mobility the soul becomes irrelevant. THIS IS NOT A TEST We are here to KNOW. We exist on this Earth to GROW. We must not lose Hope. If we lose, there is no return. CHANGE THE WORLD With every breath we take. Change all that is flawed in this existence. BE AS A TEMPEST Never stop to consider. Move through sheer force of will. Never back down, breath and move. Violence of change, change through violence. EXIST WITH DETERMINATION

Kossacs by Syvim, literature

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Kossacs

“Once, a murderer roamed Sigil’s streets, a black-hearted man by the name of Kossacs. He had been blessed by his Abyssal mother so that no one could strike him with an intent to harm or they themselves would die. He reveled in his blessing, using it to start fights and murder anyone who crossed his path.” “During one of his murderous rages, he was captured by the Harmonium with nets and brought before the Guvners. The trial was short, final, yet Kossacs laughed at the proceedings, knowing that no one among them could harm him without

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The Tales of Yves by Syvim, literature

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The Tales of Yves

Intrigued, you open the door. Your senses are assaulted by vibrant colors shifting around chaotically, wondrously exotic scents drift into your nose, reminding you of times when you were young with your mother, of your first love, of loves lost. Sounds of debates, of laughter, of sorrow… as time slows down, the colors become people, the scents less frequent, and the sounds softer. Before you stands a statue of a woman, the skin is grey, vibrant purple hair, her eyes of a sharp and brilliant blue. You reach to feel the fabric of her clothes, to touch her gleaming skin. To your surprise, the

Sensorium by Syvim, literature

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Sensorium

After wandering aimlessly for hours, you come to a door that simply says. Welcome to the Sensorium. You open the door, tumbling through zero-space, and land roughly on a hard ornate floor. Around you is an infinite series of archways, in a seemingly finite amount of space. Within these archways are Sensory Stones. Do you wish to view one? Longing Slowly Dawning Horror Shock and Seething Vengeance Indescribable Frustration Horrible Regret Supernatural Lust Grim Determination Consuming Patience Pure Glee Bitter Loathing Mind-numbing Tedium Tender Love Unavoidable Pain Field of Valor Return to the Hallway

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Lesson 2 - More Meter by Professor-Flare, literature

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Lesson 2 - More Meter

QUOTE OF THE DAY "A poet who makes use of a worse word instead of a better, because the former fits the rhyme or the measure, though it weakens the sense, is like a jeweler, who cuts a diamond into a brilliant, and diminishes the weight to make it shine more." - Horace Walpole While every metrical poem will have a base meter to serve as its backbone, many poets often find that writing in ten-syllable iambic sentences, for example, is too limiting for their purposes, either because pure meter doesn't provide enough variation for proper emphasis or because it quickly gets dull and tedious, or a combination of the two. You might have notic

Lesson 1 - Basics of Meter by Professor-Flare, literature

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Lesson 1 - Basics of Meter

QUOTE OF THE DAY "Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation. Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power." - Robert Frost As Robert Frost is saying, meter and rhyme are not the most important parts of writing. They are the most intricate when creating poetry, but poems can be written without them. I began my poetry with free verse, and gradually became more and more fixed as I went on to learn more about how meter affects the poem, and how rhyme, alliteration, asson

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Current Residence: No stalkers shall find me! Bwahaha! I thinks.. who's that?!?
Favourite genre of music: AlternRock, Rock, occasional psychotic metal that makes me see pretty colours.
Favourite photographer: ME!! Wait.. do I count?
Favourite style of art: I <3 ceramics all days... just have to resist making a.. errr not going to go there, innocent kid
Operating System: COFFEEEEEE!
MP3 player of choice: iPOD!!! sry.. it's my baby, many hours of inspiration in a portable package!
Shell of choice: I'm soo confuzzled!?!?
Wallpaper of choice: On my pc? 3D bryce artwork generally.
Skin of choice: My own? I kinda like it.. It's comfy and familiar.
Favourite cartoon character: Stitch!!! or Lilo... or STITCH! wait.. nvm.. NEMOOOOO!
Personal Quote: Ooh look! A penny! Ooh look another penny!... *hours later* Where the hell am I?

Favourite Visual Artist

James Arthur O'Connor, euh what can I say, sucker for landscapes.

Favourite Movies

Eugh.. movie? Hell never really saw one that's epic n great?

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Loreena Mckennitt, totally gay I know.. shush

Favourite Writers

Not me. Sad day! Poe's always worth a great laugh, or Mr. Blake

Favourite Games

Screwing with peoples heads, taking random photos of their feet and trying to sell it back to them..

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS3... hehe sad day, I'm a FF and MGS fan.

Tools of the Trade

Pen... receits, napkins, school books, my wall, my arm, people neck's.. whatever I can write on

Other Interests

Music.. laernen tah fiddle wit da piana ahn ow tah foight

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Syvim

Dec 16, 2008

Necessity

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I of need alone, must drive my soul to the pits of depravity. Where cruelty is love, blasphemy truth. May I survive.

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Syvim

Sep 23, 2008

Repent, Renew, Restart.

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I almost did it. Years of wanting to die, years of wanting this to all end. I remember that first day I just couldn't stand living anymore. My parents were going through a rather rough time, and by that I mean they were in the process of getting a divorce. The night before they decided to take a break from each other, my mother held me. She held me as she cried. I don't remember sleeping that night. I remember walking along something or another as kids do... trying to balance myself on a little ledge. I wished dearly at that moment to be able to put my heart in ice, and never feel pain again... It worked for a while. Than the ice shattered, G

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Syvim

Sep 23, 2008

Art in of itself cannot be classified... So please, if you do not understand than do not judge. Your ideal definition of art does not define what art is, regardless of how renowned you are... It's still just an opinion.