
There was an idea existing alone
There once was a thought that just wished to be shown
There once lived a dream that grew stronger each day
And with them a wish that got lost in the fray
Every day eyes grew weary of fortunes and fame not
Ever appearing, but misfortune would always find ways to
Distort and confuse all the simplest of minds to
Pervert and construe all the noblest of kinds, just so
We could revert to our hatreds and fears, and
Stick nails in our eyes to hold back all the tears, and
Now blind and content all we want is our flesh to
Peel off or burn off or whatever seems best, and
I know that smoke, electronics, pills and needles, and booze, and
Sexual things, fetishes, what you choose are
Distractions, deterrents, excuses, whatnot, just to
Strengthen our lies to ourselves so that we could
Pretend like we're all mighty kings of our own little worlds, when
Frankly we're all twisting in circles and knots.
It hurts just to think, because when did our fun
Become eaters of time, and when did love become
Doorways to crime, and why is there even such things as
Death and suffering at all, and why must we work just to
Scrape at the bottom of a barrel of food that we don't even enjoy
And why do people keep trying to steal from us each day, and why
Do horrible people always get their way, and does the hero ever get
The fucking girl in the end anymore, and why does love caress and then
Stab us in the back, twisting the knife, and then breaking it?
Too much.
Too much to be thinking.
Too much to be worrying.
Too much to be dwelling over.
Stop thinking, start doing.
No matter what, they will hit you and beat you for LIFE and
There will always be hatred and heartbreak and strife, but
Bloody, bruised, broken, you must never stay down, even
When alone and destroyed, there is always a way around
All the bullshit and pain, just get used to it, smile, realize
That you're human, and everyone finds their way here one way
Or another-- HEY! Remember that idea that you had, you
Set it aside one day, and since then you just thought about it
And then thoughts grew like weeds and vines, which
Clouded and complicated everything with your desires and wants, which
Mixed with your feelings of doubt and despair, and all you could do is
Spin round and round in circles, without focus.
Stop thinking so much.
Stop worrying so much.
If you really want to do something.
If you REALLY want it...
...you'll find a way to do it.
Just fucking DO it.
Don't think about it.
Whew... so yeah. This is kinda what goes through my life, and what I see go through other peoples' lives. I see a bunch of artists who SAY they wanna go somewhere with their art and stories, but they ALWAYS come up with EXCUSES as to why they can't. I used to be that way. Shit... I AM still that way, sometimes.
I just got through a crazy week. HUGE debts to pay off, problems with the house, deadlines, sickness, lack of sleep, and yet I managed to keep working and just DO everything instead of worrying about it and making excuses.
Needless to say, I'm tired....
and best of all...
I GET TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN THIS WEEK!! :D
Thanks to all the folks that have been sticking by us here. You know who you are :)
So yeah, this is Trent, all beaten and tired, yet he still manages to get back up and smile. May all of you be blessed with the strength to do the same during times of sadness in your lives :)
Trent © Matt Burt AKA- GuNMouTH
There once was a thought that just wished to be shown
There once lived a dream that grew stronger each day
And with them a wish that got lost in the fray
Every day eyes grew weary of fortunes and fame not
Ever appearing, but misfortune would always find ways to
Distort and confuse all the simplest of minds to
Pervert and construe all the noblest of kinds, just so
We could revert to our hatreds and fears, and
Stick nails in our eyes to hold back all the tears, and
Now blind and content all we want is our flesh to
Peel off or burn off or whatever seems best, and
I know that smoke, electronics, pills and needles, and booze, and
Sexual things, fetishes, what you choose are
Distractions, deterrents, excuses, whatnot, just to
Strengthen our lies to ourselves so that we could
Pretend like we're all mighty kings of our own little worlds, when
Frankly we're all twisting in circles and knots.
It hurts just to think, because when did our fun
Become eaters of time, and when did love become
Doorways to crime, and why is there even such things as
Death and suffering at all, and why must we work just to
Scrape at the bottom of a barrel of food that we don't even enjoy
And why do people keep trying to steal from us each day, and why
Do horrible people always get their way, and does the hero ever get
The fucking girl in the end anymore, and why does love caress and then
Stab us in the back, twisting the knife, and then breaking it?
Too much.
Too much to be thinking.
Too much to be worrying.
Too much to be dwelling over.
Stop thinking, start doing.
No matter what, they will hit you and beat you for LIFE and
There will always be hatred and heartbreak and strife, but
Bloody, bruised, broken, you must never stay down, even
When alone and destroyed, there is always a way around
All the bullshit and pain, just get used to it, smile, realize
That you're human, and everyone finds their way here one way
Or another-- HEY! Remember that idea that you had, you
Set it aside one day, and since then you just thought about it
And then thoughts grew like weeds and vines, which
Clouded and complicated everything with your desires and wants, which
Mixed with your feelings of doubt and despair, and all you could do is
Spin round and round in circles, without focus.
Stop thinking so much.
Stop worrying so much.
If you really want to do something.
If you REALLY want it...
...you'll find a way to do it.
Just fucking DO it.
Don't think about it.
Whew... so yeah. This is kinda what goes through my life, and what I see go through other peoples' lives. I see a bunch of artists who SAY they wanna go somewhere with their art and stories, but they ALWAYS come up with EXCUSES as to why they can't. I used to be that way. Shit... I AM still that way, sometimes.
I just got through a crazy week. HUGE debts to pay off, problems with the house, deadlines, sickness, lack of sleep, and yet I managed to keep working and just DO everything instead of worrying about it and making excuses.
Needless to say, I'm tired....
and best of all...
I GET TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN THIS WEEK!! :D
Thanks to all the folks that have been sticking by us here. You know who you are :)
So yeah, this is Trent, all beaten and tired, yet he still manages to get back up and smile. May all of you be blessed with the strength to do the same during times of sadness in your lives :)
Trent © Matt Burt AKA- GuNMouTH
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Dude, *Raises glass* This a very deep piece of poetry and I can certainly relate to it to some degree. Not a day goes by where I don't worry at least once. I seem to worry and think way too much. I wish I didn't, but as much as tell myself not to worry, I still do. Besides your art skills, I can now say I envy your ability not to worry and push through the obstacles in your way. And this pic double the impact of your words. I wish you luck with the next week.
I used to play video games a lot, until I realized:
A.) Fighting games have no point, because the victories are cheap and short-lived, and you have to practice retardedly in futile hopes of being better than anyone else.
B.) A lot of RPGs now are all flash and no substance
C.) Most video games nowadays are super repetitive.
D.) Most games nowadays suck
E.) Most video game endings SUCK EVEN MORE
Though, I must say, I have a hard time resisting zombie games...
A.) Fighting games have no point, because the victories are cheap and short-lived, and you have to practice retardedly in futile hopes of being better than anyone else.
B.) A lot of RPGs now are all flash and no substance
C.) Most video games nowadays are super repetitive.
D.) Most games nowadays suck
E.) Most video game endings SUCK EVEN MORE
Though, I must say, I have a hard time resisting zombie games...
Actually, I play video games a lot less for these sorts of reasons...
to which I will add:
A- also applies to FPS and RTS.
F.) No, I DON'T have the 90 hours to spare to see for myself how "great" your favorite RPG storyline is!
G.) Especailly when I'd have to play the previous 3 games to understand it!
H.) Friggin RTS base management is about as fun as calculus homework.
to which I will add:
A- also applies to FPS and RTS.
F.) No, I DON'T have the 90 hours to spare to see for myself how "great" your favorite RPG storyline is!
G.) Especailly when I'd have to play the previous 3 games to understand it!
H.) Friggin RTS base management is about as fun as calculus homework.
I completely agree about games. The problem is, that's what I do for a living. But my video game library has less than 20 games, and most are part of different series.
Still, I'm learning it is still possible to do 'new' stuff. Even without all the death and destruction of typical games. It's the only thing that keeps me interested. That and the paycheck.
Better late replying than never, I suppose.
Still, I'm learning it is still possible to do 'new' stuff. Even without all the death and destruction of typical games. It's the only thing that keeps me interested. That and the paycheck.
Better late replying than never, I suppose.
Zombie games are worth it due to the fact that thats what most of us are dealing with these days....
Take the president and the government.... peeps these days will make big deals out of things that aren't that much to worry about.... they say that Obama is sucking us dry(like the zombies eating our brains...ewwwww XD)
Take the president and the government.... peeps these days will make big deals out of things that aren't that much to worry about.... they say that Obama is sucking us dry(like the zombies eating our brains...ewwwww XD)
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