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The Dark Side of Roller Coaster Rides

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 10:24:07 GMT

Roller Coaster

Roller coaster rides- a part of the ever so popular family theme parks. They are as common as chewing gum nowadays, and their massive and complicated ‘bodies’ hold no wonder for even the most ordinary of people in the developed countries. We have learned to accept them and in many cases, ‘love’ them. Some might connect “roller coaster” with the word “fun”, some with the word “terrifying”. One thing that does not change however is the fact that we all find them exhilarating. That makes the seemingly ‘ordinary’ roller coaster rides a contradiction, like many human creations are.

Why have we built something so violent in its intensity? To develop the money producing amusement industry perhaps? Or to satisfy our primal need for excitement, our need to feel the rush of adrenalin, the feel of our hearts beating so fast that they are at their limit? Are we again looking for the prospect of dying while having ‘fun’, as our ancestors did? Those individuals who lived centuries before our modern world came into existence, feeding their adrenalin hungry hearts with battles, hunting and fighting. Feeding on the ever present prospect of death... Were those their own personal roller coaster rides? Is the human nature such, that the majority of us that do not face any other danger but the one that comes with everyday life, ‘amuse’ ourselves with those ‘metal giants’, which like everything that has been built by human hands can collapse in a second, becoming Death’s faithful apprentice. If that is so, have we built ‘amusement’ parks with such a dark intention behind them? Does human nature dictate that the chance of perishing forever is nothing as long as we can feel the wonderful sensation of our pulse, the prove that we are alive... the prove that we can die.

Roller coasters: Recreation or Risk? http://home.comcast.net/~ldfrostbite/controversy.html

Rain

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:03:30 GMT

Disintegrating with the Morning Rain

Goodbye my cruel, doomed and hateful love

I salute your power with the hand of fate

Draw your gun and shoot at blind

Like Cupid with his blood-soaked arrows

Even Gods crumble before your might and wrathful glory

As if they are made of paper that disintegrates with the demand of grace

In the benumbing rain of lies and promise

Oh, how much I’ll miss the tragic words that you whisper in my ear

The lullaby of wistful, hopeless dreams I used to hear

Before I slowly dive into silk and silver

And forget about the world beyond the little cot we used to share.

It is so very simple...

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:33:13 GMT

Simply That

How come the sky is empty?

How come we see the stars,

but we can never touch them

with our hands?

How come the flowers weep

with the tears of the morning dew?

The questions asked are nothing

but illusions. For the answer is-

we are simply humans...

Slaves...

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 18:11:33 GMT

Impossible Desires

Is getting old a problem

or the remedy

to the infection called life?

Beauty is fragile, and youth

will only last for today.

True, nothing's forever

but I wish it would be.

Vain is the worst kind of sin,

I admit.

We are slaves of our genes.

Slaves of our desire to live...

A Photoshop Girl

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 16:53:05 GMT

Here is a simple drawing of a girl, colored in with Adobe Photoshop!

First Day In 6th Form

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 12:32:58 GMT

I haven't written anything about how my life is going in general for a while, plus I'm not really the type of person that likes (or rather remembers) to post about everyday events.

Anyway, today I had my first official day as a 6th former. Although I was quite anxious this morning (so much that I actually woke up at 05:00 am), the day went great and I even came back as early as 10:50 am!

In the end I managed to get into all of the 5 courses I wanted, and I'm in the same lessons with most of my friends. Tomorrow I'll be getting my timetable... from then on it's all up to me how things go.

Embrace Nothing

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:36:27 GMT

I decided to post a thought that I have always found to be of immense beauty and personal truth.

“Embrace nothing:
If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.
If you meet your father, kill your father.
Only live your life as it is,
Not bound to anything.”

By Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C.

I must say that the Buddhist teachings are one of my favourite ones. They often seem to match my inner thoughts.

Gillian Clarke

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 21:25:48 GMT

I just wanted to write a little bit about Gillian Clarke, a poet and an inspirational woman. She was one of the writters I studied in depth (along with Seamus Heaney) for my GCSE English Literature.

Here is one of my favourite poems from her that I enjoyed analysing.

Catrin

I can remember you, child,
As I stood in a hot, white
Room at the window watching
The people and cars taking
Turn at the traffic lights.
I can remember you, our first
Fierce confrontation, the tight
Red rope of love which we both
Fought over. It was a square
Environmental blank, disinfected
Of paintings or toys. I wrote
All over the walls with my
Words, coloured the clean squares
With the wild, tender circles
Of our struggle to become
Separate. We want, we shouted,
To be two, to be ourselves.

Neither won nor lost the struggle
In the glass tank clouded with feelings
Which changed us both. Still I am fighting
You off, as you stand there
With your straight, strong, long
Brown hair and your rosy,
Defiant glare, bringing up
From the heart's pool that old rope,
Tightening about my life,
Trailing love and conflict,
As you ask may you skate
In the dark, for one more hour.

By Gillian Clarke

A VJK poem

Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:09:40 GMT

Here is a poem I wrote, dedicated to the manga Vampire Juuji Kai. This is the first time I've written anything of a fanfiction nature...

Thy Blessed Moon

Oh, gentle Mother Moon

Tell me with your wisdom,

and your pale smiling face

why The Kingdom of The Night

is in ruin and despair.

This story is so ancient, but continues

even to this day.

A battle where nothing is as seen,

but twists and intervenes

where Light and Dark meet and kiss.

The Children of the Night,

forever damned to dwell in Darkness,

already victims of their fate-

are faced with someone to whom

the Sun is a dear, gruesome friend.

Fear drives Them to destroy

the lonely Red-Rose King and his convoy.

Drowned in pain and tragic,

He sees no way but to oblige,

for his only love and unborn child,

are but a quite whisper of the wind.

What happened after that is a mystery to all,

but those involved.

The Queen corrodes the souls of men,

with a power no one knew was there.

Her love and rage melt together…

Humans and the half-blood children fight united

to seal the pure, white Queen that has gone

berserk in her strive to save the King.

From then it’s all just forgotten history.

Oh, hateful Mother Moon

Tell me with your all-seeing eyes

and soft, pale hands that reach towards the Earth

why is it that this story is so sad

and Death embraces everything that stands.

This is also the LONGEST poem I've ever written.

Vampire Juuji Kai Forum

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 15:05:31 GMT

Please visit my new Forum- The Kingdom of The Night dedicated to the manga Vampire Juuji Kai (Record of a Fallen Vampire).

Thank you! xx