The Elements of True Genius by thewhitefedora, literature
Literature
The Elements of True Genius
One with knowledge alone is just smart,
One who understands the neoteric easily merely possesses intelligence,
One with experience alone only understands one's past,
One with motivation is bothered not by the unknown, does not require experience, and progresses regardless of intellect.
One who possesses knowledge, intelligence, experience, and motivation in turn possesses true genius.
One drop,
for when your granddad died.
One drop,
for when your when your parents parted ways.
One drop,
for when your friend let you down.
One drop,
for every night alone.
Tears or rain,
the pain stays the same.
But someone else cries with you,....
....the One who cried the rain.
She did not shed a tear. by thewhitefedora, literature
Literature
She did not shed a tear.
The day on which her Grandpa died,
She did not shed a tear.
When her friends had left her all alone,
She did not shed a tear.
When she was rejected by the one she loved,
She did not shed a tear.
When her heart had been shredded to pieces,
And her sadness became more abundant than the waters,
She did not shed a tear.
Eventually, her tears unshed,
Become poetry to be read.
10 Fingers, 11 Rings by thewhitefedora, literature
Literature
10 Fingers, 11 Rings
A long time ago in a far away land,
A man had a statue with two feet and two hands,
Five fingers on each,
Ten times he could try
To get a woman by his lonely side
The first went sour....the fifth just said "no",
The tenth had left, before to her the ring he could show.
Lying one night in his dimly lit room,
He saw the reflection of the ten failures that caused his gloom,
But, he figured since he'd run out of fingers,
He could not fail again.
Time passed,
It came to one last try,
Now all thats left is this man,
A Statue with ten failures upon it's hand,
And the woman who took the ring that the statue could not.
They run wild
and come from different sources
and can control many forces.
Those from Good
control the love,
control the peace,
control the joy.
Those from evil
control the sadness,
control the torment,
control the mayhem.
Though they run wild they can be caught,
they can be fought.
So ask yourself, what will I catch?
then fight the other.
Searching for my identity,
in my clothes, in my music
in my friends, in my culture
I'm searching in things that change before my eyes
and I sometimes fail to keep up
I'm searching for something firm,
something in which my identity can be found.
and I may find it, I think I have,
In the Creator of all things,
who, unlike the thigs He created,
never changes
Trustiing with out reason,
Believing without proof,
Faith is something found inside of me, inside of you.
What we have faith in molds our life.
Faith in ourselves brings utmost destruction,
for our lack of knowledge gives no direction.
Faith in others leaves you at rock-bottom,
because even the closest ones will let you down.
Faith in this world and the things within,
brings despair as it all ends just as it began.
Faith in false things brings emptiness,
since questions unanswered leave nothing behind.
Faith in Christ, however, brings the anti-thesis.
Instead of destruction, restoration.
Instead of leaving you at rock-bottom, He
I want to do so much,
but I don't even try,
I want to keep up with life,
but it passes me by,
I want to be so happy,
but everyone makes me sad,
I want to live like Jesus,
but want is all I have.
Everyday the same question begins to cry
Is today the day I'm going to die?
Now now dear hush and close your eyes
Lets dance the dance of bloody lullybys
Enjoy the circus as your heavans burn
Fingers crack and knuckles turn
Oh I've been a very good girl this time
Don't pull the puppet strings too tight
Shh watch the clowns juggle balls of glass
Their sliced skin bleeds drops of brass
From underneath is where the ant devours
Tick tock tick tock hear the final hours
Watch them as they hide, watch them as they run
Homeless vampires hunted down by a sun
But I don't want to play this game anymore
Please don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Current Residence: Cookeville, TN, USA deviantWEAR sizing preference: Favourite genre of music: The most complex there is, and Christian Music Favourite photographer: *Eman333 Favourite style of art: Abstract Operating System: Fedora 23 MP3 player of choice: Favourite cartoon character: Tifa Lockhart Personal Quote: Everything descriptive is relative.
Favourite Movies
Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sintax the Terrific, Grits, Arafax, Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Favourite Games
Halo 1-3
Favourite Gaming Platform
プレイステーション
Tools of the Trade
Apophysis, GIMP, My vocabulary, Inkscape, Toshiba Tecra M7 Tablet PC
It is really weird coming back to this page. I have moved to Japan, moved back to the United States, and am working on moving back to Japan as I write this. I don't know if anyone watches this page or cares, but if you do, I am alive. The artwork and poetry may not start flowing anytime soon as life has changed a lot since I was last on here.
I'll try to get in here and update everything soon.
Until next time,
Kenshin Manabu(formerly Kamisamanou Burgess)
賢進学
If you've paid any attention to my account, you may have noticed I haven't payed a lot of attention to my account. Why? You ask? Well, the majority of my poetry was written late at night which resulted in certain psychological issues I didn't know I had from bothering me.(I was too tired for the rational part of my mind to work very well) Well, here we are, it is years later and a catastrophic postponing of a close friendship caused me to snap and I learned that I had a lot of "demons" buried in the recesses of my mind. It is my hope that the process I'm going through now will allow my to be free once again, probably for the first time in yea