1. From my vantage point high above the courtyard, I surveyed the scene with a critical eye. The castle itself was built into sloping mountain, carved out of the living rock, and constructed in tiers. The lowest tier was also the largest, the market and the commons, filled with bustling commerce. The second tier was a grand reception area for visiting nobility or honored guests. A ramp from the market would lead the approaching party up to the second level. After that, the higher levels could only be reached by entering the castle proper and following the wide, winding hallways. The third tier was the large open courtyard; a semicircular plan
From my vantage point high above the courtyard, I surveyed the scene with a critical eye. The castle itself was built into sloping mountain, carved out of the living rock, and constructed in tiers. The lowest tier was also the largest, the market and the commons, filled with bustling commerce. The second tier was a grand reception area for visiting nobility or honored guests. A ramp from the market would lead the approaching party up to the second level. After that, the higher levels could only be reached by entering the castle proper and following the wide, winding hallways. The third tier was the large open courtyard; a semicircular plane
I stood in line; hands folded politely, eyes cast down. Not really out of respect, as they should have been but more to avoid betraying my growing frustration at all this. I should be devastated, I know. Honestly, something like this should have me curled up in a corner somewhere, either wailing hysterically or staring at the wall like a vegetable. Instead, I really just cant wait to get out of this place. The smell of it, the heat, and all these people, crammed shoulder to shoulder, some in tears, others just downtrodden. Its clawing at my nerves. I cant leave yet, of course, though my patience only shortens with th
Answer to the Human Condition by Calamoo, literature
Literature
Answer to the Human Condition
You think and so you suffer;
Do you suffer because you think?
Without feeling you could not suffer;
The reverse is also true;
You suffer to feel;
Pain can accompany pleasure;
Heartache may accompany happiness;
Just as water teaches thirst;
Such is life;
But life is more than such;
Life is more than fleeting;
Life is more than pain and pleasure and heartache and happiness;
Life is more than a discordant, resonant, cacophonous, symphony;
Emotion signifies a soul;
Your emotion to me signifies the existence of more;
The soul makes us all human;
But you have seen the soul and what it holds;
And thus you transcend the human conditi
One day, a couple weeks ago…mighta been a month or so, but not more than that, I was just hangin out in my room. I was reading a book, listening to music on my computer, and also carrying on some half-hearted IM conversations. So, I was just relaxing and all when my cell phone rang. It came up as "Number Unknown," so I didn't answer, cause I hate telemarketers. I waited to see if they left a message…they did.
I called my voicemail, and put in my pin…then I pressed pound. I listened to a 20 minute recording that basically amounts to "press 1 to hear your message." I pressed one. Then I listened to fifteen more minutes of crap about w
Don't tell me about your fears.
I've got my own fears, and they scare the hell out of me.
Don't tell me about your sorrows.
I've got my own sorrows, and they sometimes bring me to tears.
Don't tell me about your joys.
I've got my own joys, and they make me want to laugh.
Don't tell me about your hopes.
I've got my own hopes, and they seem just as far away.
Don't tell me about your dreams.
I've got my own dreams, and they make so little sense.
Don't tell me about your accomplishments.
I've got my own accomplishments, and they deserve recognition.
Don't tell me about your plans.
I've got my own plans, and I'm terrified they'll go a
His waist was twisted at an awkward angle, and the sand beneath his towel was damp, the moisture starting to seep up through the cloth and his jeans. His elbow ached from being locked up for so long, supporting him, and trembled occasionally, as if threatening to give out and drop him in the sand at any moment. For all his discomfort, he refused to move. Instead he let his head fall forward, resting on the shoulder of the body that in turn rested with its back against his chest.
His love smelled the same, just as he always did; his own musky scent with a hint of whatever deodorant he used. For whatever reason, that smell always relaxed
Don't tell me about your fears.
I've got my own fears, and they scare the hell out of me.
Don't tell me about your sorrows.
I've got my own sorrows, and they sometimes bring me to tears.
Don't tell me about your joys.
I've got my own joys, and they make me want to laugh.
Don't tell me about your hopes.
I've got my own hopes, and they seem just as far away.
Don't tell me about your dreams.
I've got my own dreams, and they make so little sense.
Don't tell me about your accomplishments.
I've got my own accomplishments, and they deserve recognition.
Don't tell me about your plans.
I've got my own plans, and I'm terrified they'll go a
One day, a couple weeks ago…mighta been a month or so, but not more than that, I was just hangin out in my room. I was reading a book, listening to music on my computer, and also carrying on some half-hearted IM conversations. So, I was just relaxing and all when my cell phone rang. It came up as "Number Unknown," so I didn't answer, cause I hate telemarketers. I waited to see if they left a message…they did.
I called my voicemail, and put in my pin…then I pressed pound. I listened to a 20 minute recording that basically amounts to "press 1 to hear your message." I pressed one. Then I listened to fifteen more minutes of crap about w
Answer to the Human Condition by Calamoo, literature
Literature
Answer to the Human Condition
You think and so you suffer;
Do you suffer because you think?
Without feeling you could not suffer;
The reverse is also true;
You suffer to feel;
Pain can accompany pleasure;
Heartache may accompany happiness;
Just as water teaches thirst;
Such is life;
But life is more than such;
Life is more than fleeting;
Life is more than pain and pleasure and heartache and happiness;
Life is more than a discordant, resonant, cacophonous, symphony;
Emotion signifies a soul;
Your emotion to me signifies the existence of more;
The soul makes us all human;
But you have seen the soul and what it holds;
And thus you transcend the human conditi
I stood in line; hands folded politely, eyes cast down. Not really out of respect, as they should have been but more to avoid betraying my growing frustration at all this. I should be devastated, I know. Honestly, something like this should have me curled up in a corner somewhere, either wailing hysterically or staring at the wall like a vegetable. Instead, I really just cant wait to get out of this place. The smell of it, the heat, and all these people, crammed shoulder to shoulder, some in tears, others just downtrodden. Its clawing at my nerves. I cant leave yet, of course, though my patience only shortens with th
From my vantage point high above the courtyard, I surveyed the scene with a critical eye. The castle itself was built into sloping mountain, carved out of the living rock, and constructed in tiers. The lowest tier was also the largest, the market and the commons, filled with bustling commerce. The second tier was a grand reception area for visiting nobility or honored guests. A ramp from the market would lead the approaching party up to the second level. After that, the higher levels could only be reached by entering the castle proper and following the wide, winding hallways. The third tier was the large open courtyard; a semicircular plane
I stood in line; hands folded politely, eyes cast down. Not really out of respect, as they should have been but more to avoid betraying my growing frustration at all this. I should be devastated, I know. Honestly, something like this should have me curled up in a corner somewhere, either wailing hysterically or staring at the wall like a vegetable. Instead, I really just cant wait to get out of this place. The smell of it, the heat, and all these people, crammed shoulder to shoulder, some in tears, others just downtrodden. Its clawing at my nerves. I cant leave yet, of course, though my patience only shortens with th
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...is instant gratification. No, seriously. Think about it. Actually, don't think about it, just listen to what I have to tell you, then you can agree with me. People have become so accustomed to getting what they want, one might even say gratified instantly, that they are no longer willing to invest any amount of time in anything they aren't reasonably certain they're going to like right off the bat. The result: the proliferation of an entire "judge-a-book-by-its-cover" generation. No wonder kids don't read today. They don't know if they're going to like a book unless they start reading it, and reading itself is just oh so time consu
Damn right they are! Sorry for the (exTREMEly) belated response, I pretty much gave up on dA. Been writing again though, so everyone can look forward to some angsty, self-satisfied prose in the future