Shinya's kreative roteskuff

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Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg Shinya Sano » 01 Sep 2010 12:56

Først: en enkel photoshop montasje jeg lagde i en kjedelig time

Bilde


og så en liten fic jeg skrev for en god stund siden, et annet resultat av kjedsomhet


Freezing


It's cold.

It's raining. I stand there, trying not to move, trying not to think. Trying not to remember.
Impossible. It's always impossible. One you've decided not to do anything, it's impossible to remain still. The world is made up of motion, and once you try to break out, it starts hitting you with full force, not wanting to let go of you. Like now. The wind is steadily growing stronger, and standing still will soon become an impossible feat. Already my hair is sticking out in every directions, waving, synchronized with the wind.

It's cold.

The wind is rapidly blowing. Desperately, its cruelly gentle hands is clawing at my still form, trying to convince me to move. To MAKE me move. Stubbornly I refuse, only making it angrier. It's still raining, and the heavy drops are hitting me like bullets. I stand still, trying not to think. Trying not to remember. Once I move, I'll start to think. Once I move, the memories will come back.

It's cold.

Even the hair on my head, and the clothes covering my stiff body are against me. The strands of my hair, gently stroking my cheeks, tickling. Wanting me to lift my hand. To brush those strands away. To move. But I won't. I won't move. They can't make me. I don't want to remember. The rain is pouring down my face. I'm vaguely aware of it, of the raindrops sliding down my cheeks. The fresh water from the heavens, mixing together with the salt tears of my heart.

It's cold.

Raining, raining, blowing, raining. I'm wet to the bone. Soaked with water. I envy it. Water have a way to escape the cruelty of the world. It turns completely cold. It stops moving. It freezes to ice. I stand still, not moving a muscle. Trying to completely freeze like the water. It's cold. I need it colder.

It's freezing.

When your body temperature drops, your body has two possible reactions. The first one is shivering, desperately trying to become warmer. Desperately clinging to life.

It's cold.

The other option, is blocking all the pain. Blocking out any feelings or sensations. Accepting your fate, silently bracing itself for what is unavoidably coming. Becoming numb. Welcoming the freezing death.

It's cold.

Colder, colder. I need it colder! Standing still. Become like water. Go numb.

Freeze.

Sist endret av Shinya Sano den 12 Nov 2010 22:01, endret 2 ganger.
"When I see you, I grow sick in my stomach"
"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
"YOU'RE A MAN?"_____________________________- Beautiful Killers, by Reiyayel
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Re: Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg Shinya Sano » 01 Sep 2010 15:15

Outside Inside

Apart from his people
lost between friends
A grey spot on this sea of rainbows.
Where did he come from?
Why does he stay?
Unanswered questions from eyes in the distance
Talk of beauty and future on wings
What is this, you say, these pretty things?
A grey cloaked figure among ballgowns so bright
When will this happen?
Are these words true?
Questions given from dead, blind eyes.
Stuck in his old, empty shell
He'll be all alone again soon.
'Cause he's just a worm who can't even see
and he'll never ever a butterfly be.
"When I see you, I grow sick in my stomach"
"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
"YOU'RE A MAN?"_____________________________- Beautiful Killers, by Reiyayel
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Re: Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg SazhRan S. Prosper » 01 Sep 2010 19:42

Shinya Sano skrev:One I move, I'll start to think. One I move, the

Once, kanskje?

Ellers, utrolig bra skrevet. Likte spesielt diktet, muligens så bra at det får en appereance på min Poem Hall of Fame (også kjent som taket mitt).
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Innlegg Sine Metu » 01 Sep 2010 22:13

SazhRan S. Prosper skrev:
Shinya Sano skrev:One I move, I'll start to think. One I move, the

Once, kanskje?

Ellers, utrolig bra skrevet. Likte spesielt diktet, muligens så bra at det får en appereance på min Poem Hall of Fame (også kjent som taket mitt).


WOAH SHIT

... DID THIS JUST HAPPEN.

DID SAZH JUST APPROVE OF SOMETHING SOMEONE I KNOW MADE? O________O

Incredible.

Umm, ja. fint dikt :D /feiler på konstruktiv kritikk
Ikke trykk her. Jeg advarte deg, altså.
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Re: Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg Shinya Sano » 01 Sep 2010 22:44

SazhRan S. Prosper skrev:
Shinya Sano skrev:One I move, I'll start to think. One I move, the

Once, kanskje?

Ellers, utrolig bra skrevet. Likte spesielt diktet, muligens så bra at det får en appereance på min Poem Hall of Fame (også kjent som taket mitt).


wow, really o_o
halvannet år siden jeg skrev det der
rart ingen har påpekt det før nå
men takk for at du gjorde meg oppmerksom på det :3

ooooog
ifølge Cæss så burde jeg altså ta det som et gedigent kompliment ._. ikke at det ikke var noe kompliment fra før av men... nåja
domo arigato gozaimasu m(_ _)m
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"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
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Innlegg SazhRan S. Prosper » 02 Sep 2010 07:40

Carina er bare overrasket fordi jeg aldri sier at folk jeg kjenner sine ting er bra (som hennes, f.eks.). (((((((((((: (j/k darling.)
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Innlegg Shinya Sano » 03 Sep 2010 06:42

så...forfriskende xD
"When I see you, I grow sick in my stomach"
"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
"YOU'RE A MAN?"_____________________________- Beautiful Killers, by Reiyayel
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Innlegg Shinya Sano » 06 Sep 2010 17:29

ADVARSEL!: Denne posten inneholder sånn noenlunne grovt innhold...
bare sånn at ingen kan anklage meg for å ikke ha advart folk.

Crimson Red


Blood. Such pretty crimson red color. Red. Also said to be the color of love. Isn’t it ironic? How the same color, the same liquid can mean so much love, life, passion, but also death? How when the ground is being painted by the same thick, iron smelling liquid, you know someone’s life is slowly being drained away, giving room for death to take it’s place.

Such pretty crimson red color. I watch as it’s slowly escaping from the wounds of his body, painting both the ground and my hands. I watch as the light in his eyes is fading.

“A-Akira”

A choked word. Then more blood. One word, five letters. A name, I realize. My name.

So much red.

“A-Aki-…”

Why is there so much red?

“..-ra”

Why is the light fading?

“W-why?”

Why indeed. I try to focus on the comfortable warmth running over my hands. Such pretty crimson red color.

I know that soon, there will be no more left. But why?

He reaches up, his hand trembling and weak, and grip my wrist, though I can barely feel it. I then became aware of how tight I’m clenching around the handle of the knife. The knife that’s currently buried deep into his chest. That’s also where most of the red is coming from.

He coughs, and more blood splatters over my hands and unto the ground. The light in his eyes is almost gone. Soon there will be nothing left.

“Why?” he coughs again. So warm. But soon, that will be gone too.

No. I don’t want that! Why is it all being taken away from me?

“Takanori!” I cry and let go of the knife, still sticking out of his chest, like it had burnt me.

He slides down the wall and unto his knees, kneeling in the rapidly spreading puddle of red. So much blood.

I stand there, my feet glued to the stained ground, and my eyes to his. Where did all the light disappear to?

“Takanori” I hear my own voice whisper. Takanori. My Takanori.

“Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori-…”

My feet are moving of their own accord. I can barely feel them hitting the ground.

“…-Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori Takanori-…”

I sink down to my knees right in front of him, staring into his wide, open eyes. They’re empty. There’s no light left. Where did my Takanori go?

“Takanori” I whimper, clutching his limp body against mine, not bothering to remove the knife still sticking out of his chest, now poking mine.

“Takanori” I sob into his hair. But he’s not responding. Not moving. He’s not breathing.

Covered and colored by the crimson red liquid, the color of love, the indication of life, the sign of death. Blood. Takanori’s.

Pain is building up in my chest. First only a couple of tugs. Then, thousands of knives are repeatedly stabbing at me from within, tearing, ripping.

Takanori. My Takanori.

I rock him, feeling warm tears roll down my face. Covered in blood, Takanori’s blood, Takanori’s life, I sob, rocking him back and forth while the crimson red is soaking both of our clothes. The pain is ripping at my chest, unbearable.

Takanori

I sit there, rocking him, sobbing his name over and over, until the puddle of blood is no longer warm, until his body is stiff and there are no longer any tears.

However, Takanori’s not moving, not stirring, not responding. The light is gone, his eyes are empty. But the questioning expression remains, silently asking that one question.

“Why?”

Why indeed.

Such a pretty crimson red color.

Akira sobbed.

“I don’t know, Takanori. I don’t know.”
"When I see you, I grow sick in my stomach"
"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
"YOU'RE A MAN?"_____________________________- Beautiful Killers, by Reiyayel
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Re: Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg Ivory Yovaile » 10 Sep 2010 17:20

Woah.. Det var utrolig fint skrevet.
bro you look so cute right now. dude you are so fucking adorable
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Re: Shinya's kreative roteskuff

Innlegg Shinya Sano » 10 Sep 2010 22:09

tusen takk skal du ha =D
"When I see you, I grow sick in my stomach"
"And when I see you, I get happy in my pants"
"I didn't know you were interrested in men..."
"YOU'RE A MAN?"_____________________________- Beautiful Killers, by Reiyayel
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