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I've been saying it for a year or more, "I'd like to write more; I miss this site; I miss writing". Always well intentioned, always sincere. But I've still only been writing every month or two, sometimes less often than even that. I've come to the (glaringly obvious, now I think about it) realization that to write more, I need to sit down and write frequently, instead of just wanting too. So that's what I'm going to do. At least one poem a week, barring unforeseen circumstances, minimum. Prose and book-work, substitutable but ideally as extras. That's the plan I'm going to try to stick too. Expect poems every week from me, sometime between friday and sunday, typically. Demand satisfaction if I do not deliver. =P I'll probably need the encouragement.
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Blind Guardian, Nightwish, Epica, Apocalyptica
  • Reading: "Arena", a Magic: the Gathering novel
  • Watching: Castle, Supernatural, Big Bang Theory, The Flash
  • Playing: Pokemon Fire Red on an emulator
  • Eating: Whatever scraps of food I can get my hands on.
  • Drinking: Water.

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Nicholas
Artist | Student | Literature
Canada
I'm a writer, not an artist! And a pretty damn good one at that. :iconimsarcasticplz:

I'm looking to be a scientist by the time I finish university (read: PhD). I'm a student of philosophy, though I'm not enrolled in any philosophy classes. I'm a decent writer by any standard and an arrogant one by most. I'm politically active as an anarcho-communist and I try to address social issues with my writing, particularly my poems, but I also convey personal emotions in them, as well as my spiritual beliefs (I am a Naturalistic Pantheist and atheist; by spiritual I do not mean supernatural, to be clear.)

If you enjoy my writing, you're probably crazy; but then again, life is boring if you aren't. Normalcy's nothing to be proud of, in my opinion. I suppose I'm a fairly introverted person, though my friends know me to be loud and to laugh readily. Meeting strangers, particularly cute girls or respectable adults, is where my shyness reveals itself. I think too much, feel too much, and eat too much, and I don't think any of those things will ever change. I've been told on occasion that I am wise beyond my years and clever beyond reckoning, but despite my arrogance I have never really convinced myself of these supposed facts.

I love nature, especially forests and rivers; and I absolutely love pictures of nebulae and galaxies and the like from various observatories and the Hubble Space Telescope. I'd very much like to get a telescope of my own. I love standing outside, looking at the stars. Meteor showers are my favourite things to watch but I've only ever seen two. I love the complexity of life, and the greater universe. It's all so amazing.

I appreciate music greatly, though mostly metal and classical (and sometimes both combined); and I would have loved to have been gifted with musical ability, but I'm useless at playing music. I have an 11-key range on a piano, which is ridiculous, (I have big hands, ok?) but I'm useless with one. I love any music with cello, violin, or viola in it, and I wish I could play any of them, but alas -- no talent. I suppose I must make up for it in my writing. Some of my favourite bands are (in no particular order) Nightwish, Epica, Freedom Call, Gamma Ray, Dream Theater, System of a Down, Blind Guardian, and ReVamp, among others. I love Chopin's (classical) work as well.

I'm mercilessly rational, which accounts for the aforementioned wisdom, I suppose. I often find myself struggling to accept the paradigms of society, as most of them are irrational. And I really, really like pizza. And pasta. And pretty well anything else with cheese. Not relevant, really, but needed to be said.

I love living, but it terrifies me. Odd, that. Suppose that's how it's supposed to be.

My best friend in the world is MissSoarrow , so be nice to her!

As you may read below I'm a very quotable person.

"Perhaps, I think, the important thing is not only that we look to the stars in reverence, but that occasionally we tear our eyes from the great void for a moment to look over at our fellow humans, give them a smile, and encourage them to gaze at the wonders of the cosmos along with us."
― Me

"Those who think the air empty have never breathed the breath of life, they have never stood in the gale and released their pain and worries to the calming wind; never let themselves go, free in the swirling eddies of the ever-moving air. There is life in the air, in all the world, every day, in everyone and everywhere."
― Me (yet again)

“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
― Voltaire

"Come, come, whoever you are; wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving; Ours is no caravan of despair; come, yet again, come"
― Rumi, Sufi poet
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Look, my friends, at these blank pages
These vast spaces, and yawning ages;
Upon this canvas I will spin my tales,
Through which I speak when voice fails.

So long and wondrous a story
Which practically begs to be told
It promises love, honour, and glory;
A tale tall as mountains, and almost as old.

But it is only my place to ink one page;
One fresh, new leaf in a book of immense age.
A ponderous, wandering epic, weaved of blood,
Time, and love; witnessed by eyes with tears aflood.

Set upon me by cruel and benevolent fates,
This tapestry of lengthy battles won and lost;
Writ large and small, and yet more awaits.
Things of immeasurable value, and extreme cost.

I write with a shaky hand, steadied only by time,
And so my page takes many years to fill, a crime
But for the fact that no one waits on my conclusion;
For we all pen our own page in this great illusion.

That I might eke out only a line in the ancestral account
Worries me little, so long as my passion and legacy amount
To some minute contribution to the human condition,
Some unique or profound insight; worthy of repetition.

To ink one page in the annals of history
Would be my privilege, and my pleasure.
To unravel even an iota of this mystery
Would be an honour beyond any measure.
To Ink One Page
Wrote the first two and a half stanzas of this some time ago, not sure how long, but not more than a year ago. Was in a good place at that time, and with the help of some music, I was in a good place whilst finishing it. Very little influence from anxiety here, just a genuine expression of my desire to make a contribution, however small, to the great tale that is the human narrative. Enjoy! :) (Smile) 
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I've been saying it for a year or more, "I'd like to write more; I miss this site; I miss writing". Always well intentioned, always sincere. But I've still only been writing every month or two, sometimes less often than even that. I've come to the (glaringly obvious, now I think about it) realization that to write more, I need to sit down and write frequently, instead of just wanting too. So that's what I'm going to do. At least one poem a week, barring unforeseen circumstances, minimum. Prose and book-work, substitutable but ideally as extras. That's the plan I'm going to try to stick too. Expect poems every week from me, sometime between friday and sunday, typically. Demand satisfaction if I do not deliver. =P I'll probably need the encouragement.
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Blind Guardian, Nightwish, Epica, Apocalyptica
  • Reading: "Arena", a Magic: the Gathering novel
  • Watching: Castle, Supernatural, Big Bang Theory, The Flash
  • Playing: Pokemon Fire Red on an emulator
  • Eating: Whatever scraps of food I can get my hands on.
  • Drinking: Water.
What will I do to fill this
Deep and abiding darkness?
This time is calm, sedate
I lie back; sit and wait.

This night I while away
In neither joy nor dismay
As the minutes stroll by,
Past my thoughts and I.

The hours stretch out before me
Long and slow, and yet all I see
Is a hurried blur, my busy fingers
Tapping away, but a coldness lingers.

I've exhausted the well of incandescent ire
Which once fueled the immortal, raging fire
That burns within my tenuous being, and dire
Now is the need for warmth; a spark of desire.

Emptied now of immediate anger and pain, adrift
Upon a sea of muddled emotions, from which I sift
The scarce few that may still resonate within me,
In the hope that I might do instead of merely be!

What must I do to fill this empty time?
Which immeasurable mountain must I climb?
For to do nothing, to sit idle, to simply be
Is no way to act when one desires to be free!
This Empty Time
Just another "the title popped into my head and the poem demanded to be written" poem, which is my typical fare. Trying not to write anxiety poems anymore since they aren't as helpful as I would like. This one's a bit different than usual. Still anxiety-influenced but more productive, I think, in it's resolution.

Of course, it is an allegory for what I feel during nighttime, particularly when I am procrastinating something... as I was during the writing of this poem. At least I'm being productive in some way ...right?
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I don't want to write about pain
Any longer. I don't want to refrain
From the experience of joy, or fun
Or excitement. I don't want to run
Away from my feelings; hide behind
A facade of placidity while my mind
Devours itself from the inside out.
I'm tired of forcing myself to rout
These burning thoughts from my head.
So many times desperately I've said
"Let me be, I have no will to fight,
Let me heal, under cover of night."

I don't want to write about pain.
I want to write about love, fire,
Passion, life, death, earth, rain;
The things of which I do not tire.
Of wanderers and whispers, without
Regard for worry and woe and doubt.
I want to captivate, awe, and amaze.
To entrance, and witness eyes blaze
With curiosity; set the spark alight
In their minds, to extend their sight.
I want to illuminate some modest part
Of the encircling darkness with my art.
Of Wanderers and Whispers
When I wrote this in the "enter text" window thingy, most of the lines lined up pretty perfectly. When I entered the formatting when I was done to add my favoured font in, it made the lines go all zig-zag-ish, which I think is kinda cool. This was actually a lot easier to write than it may look, the rhymes weren't as difficult as they usually are.

I've been told my poetry can be quite beautiful. I'm going to try not to waste that talent on depressing subjects any longer. I've said what I've needed to say in regards to my anxiety and depression, and while it was somewhat cathartic in most cases, it only expressed what I was feeling, it did not prevent or eliminate those feelings. That expression, while necessary at the time, has run it's course. I'll be trying to write more upbeat and/or political type poems from now on, for the foreseeable future. 

I had considerable difficulty coming up with a title for this poem, which is strange because I usually do the title first, then the body of the poem. It should have been obvious, I guess, but anyhow -- I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Our emotions force action, whereas reason, at best, makes demands of us. Frequently, our emotions force actions which are counter to reason, or at least not entirely in line with it. This is not always a bad thing. Sometimes, acting under the influence of emotion results in good things happening. Sometimes. More often than not, though, our emotions may force us into doing things we don't rationally want to do -- or, as many people with anxiety will attest, not doing things we'd actually like to do. Such is the life of a human being.

But should we allow ourselves to be controlled? Much less by what is surely prone to lead us astray -- certainly more so than reason? Or should we endeavour to control it -- to control the hand that manipulates the puppets, as it were? Perhaps. Surely, more autonomy and control over one's own life is a good thing. Controlling ones emotions is possible, to a significant extent. It is a fairly useful skill in many ways, in any case.

Part of being a mature and sensible human being is making important decisions based on sound logic and evidence. But then, how do we determine what is important? Some things are obvious, of course. Our physiological needs, and the like. But beyond that, why do we care, for example, about fictional characters? Or, for that matter, about people we have never met, or will meet, in the real world? In the first case, we project ourselves into a narrative, we relate our own experiences and feelings to those of the characters in the story. The most compelling narratives in this regard are ones that share in our deepest connections to each other and the world we live in. The stories that pull us deep into themselves and elicit all the emotions that would genuinely be felt were we to be living in that world. The tales that intuitively, fundamentally express some very human thing. Those are the narratives that speak to us on a very basic level. They do this, of course, by manipulating our thoughts -- and more importantly, our emotions. They take us on journeys much like our own life experiences, they teach us things that would otherwise have to be learned by, well, living. In the second case, the care for actual, living people or even perhaps animals, it is much the same way. We have encountered a narrative compelling enough to engender our concern and attention. That we can intuit morality to a great degree, and that our morality can be so shaped by narrative compulsion, leads me to believe that logic; while being an exceptionally powerful tool; is not sufficient to guide us in our lives. We need connection. This is what the narrative provides.

Obviously, it's clear that narratives have a great deal of control over how we think and act. Political and other social narratives can influence our lives in profound ways, in many cases determining whether we will live or die, or whether we will live comfortably or on the brink of destitution. More than that, they can influence not only our relationships to others, but our relationships to ourselves. This is what I think is the most important thing. Our collective human narrative is iterated in each one of us, but there are certain fundamental bits that we all recognize. How we put those bits together, though, is unique to each of us. We use much the same fabric to weave our own individual, unique tapestries. In this regard, we can recognize ourselves in others, but also recognize that we are not looking at ourselves.

Narratives control us all, to some degree or another; and this would be concerning, in the sense that we can manipulate others' narratives, were it not for the fact that through the nigh infinite variations in experience and circumstance; we are never controlled in precisely the same way. Our lives are narratives themselves, shaped by the other narratives they encounter. Humanity is like a fractal, recursively iterating to find yet more space, more unique experiences; yet the pattern is the same, all the way down: Human emotions; chaotically interacting, wondrously, infinitely and for as long as we exist as a species.
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Blind Guardian, Nightwish, Epica, Gamma Ray
  • Reading: "Arena", a Magic: the Gathering novel
  • Watching: Castle, Supernatural, Agent Carter, Saving Hope
  • Playing: Magic: The Gathering
  • Eating: Whatever scraps of food I can get my hands on.
  • Drinking: Fresca and water.

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:hugs: Thank you for joining the Authors-Club! We are so glad to have you join our group and adding our work to our collection! 

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Hi there,
You have been featured on My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink's front page as the featured deviant of the week. :la:
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A-Wandering-Man Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Student Writer
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Awesome! Thank you!
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Hello! :wave:

On behalf of #SixWordStories, I would just like to welcome you to the Group!

We have many ways for you to get involved. If you have past stories, just submit them to Freestyle, and it'll be accepted if it is a proper story. We also have Prompts, but they're a bit more restrictive... More information about them is displayed here. We have listed our guidelines here, which includes our definition on What is a Six Word Story? to help you. ^^;

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A-Wandering-Man Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Student Writer
I've actually read most of that already, and have submitted one for the word prompt. ^_^
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Awesome! :la:
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I'm glad your bonding with the LLama I sent over. I'm building a herd myself.
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:)
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