*Sin Collector*
22-05-2008 05:28
Sin Collector
He carries a book of sins uncompleted and takes it wherever he goes. His eyes pierce through people's souls like those of a snake searching for prey. Oh, how lovely is his gaze at first glance, and how terrifying at the next! His hatred seems to go unnoticed under the face of glory and wisdom. And no one knows...that every secret will be pulled out by him, extracted to the last bit, until a sinner may no longer stand under the piercing gaze of the snake...the snake whose eyes are red and hating. But it is impossible for the collector of sins to see through a statue of marble and a statue of stone. One symbolizes the dignity and will within a young figure of a nature unknown...the other symbolizes destruction and punishment to all who have caused pain and agony to the four saints...within a man the snake has always feared as the worst possible opponent in life- the magic actor. This is when the collector of sins curls up in the farthest corner of hell, only to watch in fright as the shadow of fear itself gains in on him and laughs, breathing revenge over him...
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He carries a book of sins uncompleted and takes it wherever he goes. His eyes pierce through people's souls like those of a snake searching for prey. Oh, how lovely is his gaze at first glance, and how terrifying at the next! His hatred seems to go unnoticed under the face of glory and wisdom. And no one knows...that every secret will be pulled out by him, extracted to the last bit, until a sinner may no longer stand under the piercing gaze of the snake...the snake whose eyes are red and hating. But it is impossible for the collector of sins to see through a statue of marble and a statue of stone. One symbolizes the dignity and will within a young figure of a nature unknown...the other symbolizes destruction and punishment to all who have caused pain and agony to the four saints...within a man the snake has always feared as the worst possible opponent in life- the magic actor. This is when the collector of sins curls up in the farthest corner of hell, only to watch in fright as the shadow of fear itself gains in on him and laughs, breathing revenge over him...
Desperation
20-05-2008 21:16
Desperation
I am falling down to darkness,
Where my eyes will see no light,
Where I'll never see the nightmares,
Or the comet in the sky.
I descend down in the waters,
Thinking deeply of my life-
People crying over matters,
Wars that tore their hopes apart...
But my heart begins to tremble,
There is nothing I can do-
I have failed this world forever...
I have failed to save the truth.
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I am falling down to darkness,
Where my eyes will see no light,
Where I'll never see the nightmares,
Or the comet in the sky.
I descend down in the waters,
Thinking deeply of my life-
People crying over matters,
Wars that tore their hopes apart...
But my heart begins to tremble,
There is nothing I can do-
I have failed this world forever...
I have failed to save the truth.
P.S.
17-05-2008 04:37
Тот любезный человек который поставил симпатию- благодарю вас.
;) но дело в том, что в эпиграфе моего дневника нет ошибок.
"...we will be cruel if we will want to -
это грамматически-правильная фраза, элементы которой взяты из некой американской книги.
Да, я возражаю, да- я немного драматизирую. Но я это я =).
Ибо...I am a child of America, and having grown up there, I know this language better than the one I call my birth language. в)
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;) но дело в том, что в эпиграфе моего дневника нет ошибок.
"...we will be cruel if we will want to -
это грамматически-правильная фраза, элементы которой взяты из некой американской книги.
Да, я возражаю, да- я немного драматизирую. Но я это я =).
Ибо...I am a child of America, and having grown up there, I know this language better than the one I call my birth language. в)
~heat~
17-05-2008 04:30
As the days get hotter, by and by...I see a dream come up closer. Whether this is a hallucination or whatnot- I do believe it leaves a sign in my mind, over and over...and it cannot stop.
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The Sun, The Moon, The Californian Wine.
16-05-2008 00:00
As the sun will boil our blood,
We will laugh and drench ourselves;
Through us the wine we taste will flood,
And make us drunk under the elms...
The Californian sun is hot,
The valleys swim among its rays;
So seems divine its name- whatnot,
A flaming spirit set ablaze.
I worship not this sun up high,
Or what we call the ocean blue;
I worship moonshine in the night,
And drink my wine under its hue...
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We will laugh and drench ourselves;
Through us the wine we taste will flood,
And make us drunk under the elms...
The Californian sun is hot,
The valleys swim among its rays;
So seems divine its name- whatnot,
A flaming spirit set ablaze.
I worship not this sun up high,
Or what we call the ocean blue;
I worship moonshine in the night,
And drink my wine under its hue...
The Return home
14-05-2008 22:07
Ah. I am back in SF. yes XD
[there are two types of men in this world- the ones who hate to admit that they love, and the ones that admit that they hate to love...]
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[there are two types of men in this world- the ones who hate to admit that they love, and the ones that admit that they hate to love...]
My name is...
06-05-2008 12:40
My name is Провидение.
It is so...
I have added a new section- I hereby call it sentence!
And here it is.
-Beauty in all is unprecise.
06.05.2008
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It is so...
I have added a new section- I hereby call it sentence!
And here it is.
-Beauty in all is unprecise.
06.05.2008
{Stay, Love...}
28-04-2008 13:45
--{-(@ { Stay } @)-}--
Stay with me- I do not wish to leave;
This night will kill me if you close your eyes.
Your heart is cold- there's nothing it can feel...
Yet you can feel the beat of my own heart.
You are and always- the demon of revenge,
But what is hidden under your existence?
You are a saint- the one that can avenge-
But you are silent and love-ridden to the end.
Please stay- your burning tears will heal-
And after that, I'll stand alone again.
If you will wish it- you may come with me-
But to this end of night- I beg for you to stay...
+ @)-}-- +
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--{-(@ { Stay } @)-}--
Stay with me- I do not wish to leave;
This night will kill me if you close your eyes.
Your heart is cold- there's nothing it can feel...
Yet you can feel the beat of my own heart.
You are and always- the demon of revenge,
But what is hidden under your existence?
You are a saint- the one that can avenge-
But you are silent and love-ridden to the end.
Please stay- your burning tears will heal-
And after that, I'll stand alone again.
If you will wish it- you may come with me-
But to this end of night- I beg for you to stay...
+ @)-}-- +
Смерть Моя х.х
26-04-2008 15:20
[473x699]
О нет,
Настал тот день, которого я боюсь как....как fear itself! no х.х!
Этот день называется смерть интернету. Боже...помоги мне.
Я...уезжаю. И только Бог знает, сколько дней (а то и недель) не будет интернета.
А куда я еду? Вопрос особо тупой.
Сначала- к так называемым родственникам...а потом- в Новый Свет, господа.
Gomene за то, что автор "дневника" так и не смог сделать качественное фото на своем 10.5 megapixel фотоаппарате. Эх. Ну что тут...зато когда автор "дневника" вернется к себе домой на Новый Свет (а это есть Калифорния, США), то он (она) откроет новую галлерею в фотоархиве. Чего пожелаете- и природа, и косплей по мотивам любимых аниме...поезия и т.п. Весь этот бред.
А пока, после этого вечера, придется попрощаться.
no-o-o! why must I say goodbye to Trinity Blood and Gankutsuou?? TT_TT I won't be able to bear it...
P.S. Я конечно понимаю, что кто-то привык к моим весьма грустным и скучным причитаниям о жизни- но иногда эмоции заставляют человека вести себя как idiot. XD
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[473x699]Настал тот день, которого я боюсь как....как fear itself! no х.х!
Этот день называется смерть интернету. Боже...помоги мне.
Я...уезжаю. И только Бог знает, сколько дней (а то и недель) не будет интернета.
А куда я еду? Вопрос особо тупой.
Сначала- к так называемым родственникам...а потом- в Новый Свет, господа.
Gomene за то, что автор "дневника" так и не смог сделать качественное фото на своем 10.5 megapixel фотоаппарате. Эх. Ну что тут...зато когда автор "дневника" вернется к себе домой на Новый Свет (а это есть Калифорния, США), то он (она) откроет новую галлерею в фотоархиве. Чего пожелаете- и природа, и косплей по мотивам любимых аниме...поезия и т.п. Весь этот бред.
А пока, после этого вечера, придется попрощаться.
no-o-o! why must I say goodbye to Trinity Blood and Gankutsuou?? TT_TT I won't be able to bear it...
P.S. Я конечно понимаю, что кто-то привык к моим весьма грустным и скучным причитаниям о жизни- но иногда эмоции заставляют человека вести себя как idiot. XD
[ let's go dancing under the rain ]
25-04-2008 10:50
I want to dance under the rain with someone who will come along and laugh out his worries and give no damn about the problems one has
Проснулось вдохновение...да оно как сама жизнь! Я не знаю, что происходит- просто глупо было бы называть это "позитивом" - нет- это пробуждение и свежий вдох воздуха...красивые закаты...от них немало воспоминаний. Одиночество пропало- и куда? В нем я больше выплескивала свои чувства через карандаш (да и он стерся) - а сейчас...ну непонятно, господа...я себя потеряла в этой странной весне.
The artist is losing it.
Damn...
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Проснулось вдохновение...да оно как сама жизнь! Я не знаю, что происходит- просто глупо было бы называть это "позитивом" - нет- это пробуждение и свежий вдох воздуха...красивые закаты...от них немало воспоминаний. Одиночество пропало- и куда? В нем я больше выплескивала свои чувства через карандаш (да и он стерся) - а сейчас...ну непонятно, господа...я себя потеряла в этой странной весне.
The artist is losing it.
Damn...
The Ghost of You
24-04-2008 13:38
Слушать этот музыкальный файл
-=My Chemical Romance=- не любимое, но слова заставили прослезиться...
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-=My Chemical Romance=- не любимое, но слова заставили прослезиться...
asterisk
24-04-2008 13:07
[ nothing is alright ]
*when it comes to looking at yourself in the mirror with eyes full of anger and deprived wishes
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*when it comes to looking at yourself in the mirror with eyes full of anger and deprived wishes
Leave...those dreams
23-04-2008 13:32
The time is coming for me to leave behind whatever I had a tie to...it may be the last time I see some people, and a long time before I see others. It may be a chance that I may never come back to the place I once called home, or it may be a chance to continue the life I was given beyond the borders of my birthplace. No nostalgia. There will never be a dream of the things I saw...only words will come to my ears, the words I used to hear from those I called friends. I once called friends...and there will be no forgetting.
[452x600]
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The time is coming for me to leave behind whatever I had a tie to...it may be the last time I see some people, and a long time before I see others. It may be a chance that I may never come back to the place I once called home, or it may be a chance to continue the life I was given beyond the borders of my birthplace. No nostalgia. There will never be a dream of the things I saw...only words will come to my ears, the words I used to hear from those I called friends. I once called friends...and there will be no forgetting.
[452x600]
[ Fight ]
18-04-2008 13:37
[336x448]
A war we cannot lose
There is no time to cower,
There's only time to run.
To make it to the hour,
The final shooting gun.
We'll never hide from bullets,
Behind another's chest-
We'll bleed and cry our tears out,
We'll fight for what is best...
There's no point, whatsoever,
In proposal to give in;
We'll live- it's now or never,
We'll fight until the end!
I can no longer make out those people in the mist, among the crowds of gray. I can no longer see what is best for this world, and I will not, until there will be a ray of light in what we call the eternal darkness. I will no longer lose that ray of hope...
[the world is cold, forevermore, and that way it will stay until the people change their ways]
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[336x448]There is no time to cower,
There's only time to run.
To make it to the hour,
The final shooting gun.
We'll never hide from bullets,
Behind another's chest-
We'll bleed and cry our tears out,
We'll fight for what is best...
There's no point, whatsoever,
In proposal to give in;
We'll live- it's now or never,
We'll fight until the end!
I can no longer make out those people in the mist, among the crowds of gray. I can no longer see what is best for this world, and I will not, until there will be a ray of light in what we call the eternal darkness. I will no longer lose that ray of hope...
[the world is cold, forevermore, and that way it will stay until the people change their ways]
[the silent place]
14-04-2008 12:52
Злопамятные, былые времена...не хочется вспоминать прошлое...это чужое прошлое из сплетенных в клубок жизни мыслей. Глаза с отвращением смотрят на беспомощность людей. Глаза...смотрят вдаль, жмурясь от вечернего дождя, смотрят на летящего сквозь мокрую пелену ворона...он улетит далеко, и никогда уже не увидет эти глаза, что так отчаянно смотрели. А я дышу весной, ночной сыростью, пропитанной запахом великолепных, вечно унылых берёз. И мне хорошо...оттого и плачу, что в моём мире этот момент длился бы вечно. А глаза мои не видят творения людей, эти застроенные земли, сожженные и утомленные роптанием желаний людских...мои глаза помнят лишь одно- где-то я уже видела это, где то, в городе тихих душ...
[и пусть будет дождь на лице её...чтобы не видали слёз болезненных тени за окном]
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[стих про кукловода]
12-04-2008 14:49
Dietrich
His lips are like a thousand stars;
They shine like dewdrops in the dawn.
His eyes go yonder, ceasing sighs,
So deep and drenching, drowning all.
He holds his tongue to lie once more,
To keep from her his dirty deeds;
He makes her heart and spirit soar,
For what he gives is what she needs.
A thousand strings will pierce her skin,
But she will never notice it;
A thousand kisses kiss her lips,
And take away the searing pain.
His lovely lips will touch her neck-
Until his hunger takes no more:
He'll bite her deeply like a snake,
And drink her soul forevermore...
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His lips are like a thousand stars;
They shine like dewdrops in the dawn.
His eyes go yonder, ceasing sighs,
So deep and drenching, drowning all.
He holds his tongue to lie once more,
To keep from her his dirty deeds;
He makes her heart and spirit soar,
For what he gives is what she needs.
A thousand strings will pierce her skin,
But she will never notice it;
A thousand kisses kiss her lips,
And take away the searing pain.
His lovely lips will touch her neck-
Until his hunger takes no more:
He'll bite her deeply like a snake,
And drink her soul forevermore...
A cigarette in the night
10-04-2008 21:07
Я не согласна с вами, господа.
Жизнь- не состояние души.
Жизнь- своеобразная тюрьма...[пытка]
Нет, не пытка души- пытка мышлений.
А именно- это наша большая коллекция иллюзий.
{где же правда, господа?...}
Sorrow
Lighting a cigarette in through the night,
A shadow on end gazes into the sky;
The sorrow that fills him and bleeds out the light-
Is Sorrow his name?- do his lips ever lie...
His eyes keep the tears that have not fallen yet,
Those tears that will burn...that will tear him apart.
Poor Sorrow- those eyes I will never forget,
That smoke which will hide what is kept in that heart...
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Жизнь- не состояние души.
Жизнь- своеобразная тюрьма...
Нет, не пытка души- пытка мышлений.
А именно- это наша большая коллекция иллюзий.
Sorrow
Lighting a cigarette in through the night,
A shadow on end gazes into the sky;
The sorrow that fills him and bleeds out the light-
Is Sorrow his name?- do his lips ever lie...
His eyes keep the tears that have not fallen yet,
Those tears that will burn...that will tear him apart.
Poor Sorrow- those eyes I will never forget,
That smoke which will hide what is kept in that heart...
~Help. Maybe?~
07-04-2008 22:53
I have begun. My book. Yes. Воображение пробудилось после долгих, мучительных снов. Которые не оставят меня в покое. Но вот...теперь вопрос. Никто не обязан отвечать на него, но . . .кто автор этой картины? Я понимаю, не все мы фанаты жанра аниме, и уж редкие мы фанаты Trinity Blood...но меня долго мучил этот вопрос- уж очень понравилась тема "герои в костюмах злодеев". Поможите?
[600x413]
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[needles]
05-04-2008 22:39
[300x425]
A poison injected,
A life that is done;
A rebel rejected,
A mind that's undone.
Who was I to ask them?
Who was I to speak?
Five poisons injected-
A life they made weak...
[состояние тела уничтожает жизнедеятельность души]
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[300x425]A life that is done;
A rebel rejected,
A mind that's undone.
Who was I to ask them?
Who was I to speak?
Five poisons injected-
A life they made weak...
~A Thousand Eyes~
03-04-2008 15:20
[448x307]
When you dream in the night, you leave your body to its rest- in search of someone you would not meet in reality. This is a chance...and it happened to me last night. Speaking to him was as though I had made a dear friend through mind conversation. Amazed...it's the strong wish that grants you your chance to see this person as though he were in front of you when you are awake in the dark. Awake in the dark...
Awkward.
Ah...the real Marilyn Manson is an artist. His reality is proposing what my dreams are like.
A haunted writer in an isolated castle is tormented by sleepless nights and visions of a girl named Alice. He finds himself becoming a symptom of his own invention.
“Now all my nightmares know my name.”
He is Lewis Carroll. Terrified of what waits for him each night.
Настроение сейчас - ...
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[448x307]Awkward.
Ah...the real Marilyn Manson is an artist. His reality is proposing what my dreams are like.
A haunted writer in an isolated castle is tormented by sleepless nights and visions of a girl named Alice. He finds himself becoming a symptom of his own invention.
“Now all my nightmares know my name.”
He is Lewis Carroll. Terrified of what waits for him each night.
Настроение сейчас - ...