ThisIsSpaaata

Madness you say?

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Z Day - The Cast by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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Z Day - The Cast

"Smith" The primary protagonist. Smith was born outside Hawaii and just moved to Makakilo for a job in Merchant Marine, which is really good, considering how bad the economy is. In the few weeks of residence has frequented the areas of Campbell Industrial Park and Honolulu Harbor. Smith represents the reader as a character, and can be male or female. The key is that he/she is recalling the events of what transpired in Hawaii. Which is why the days count up from Z Day. Example: an approximate month after the outbreak would be Z Day + 30. James Juarez (aka JJ) A 21 year old Filipino man born and raised in Hawaii. Though he's smarter than yo

Cleansing Rain by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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Cleansing Rain

The rain that falls, cleanses, It cleanses all things in this world, It also reveals the filth that lays beneath and above, The leaves and corpses left behind by those that walk the plane, The worms and insects that come out for fear of drowning, The rain cleanses and reveals, Though the rain falls, The dirt washes away, And at the end, All is immaculate, The sun shines through, And life continues anew,

Transformation by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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Transformation

Time is the all powerful engine that drives this universe. Time may be relative, but its effects are undeniable. Where do we mark that event that changed our lives? When do we mark when that one little thing caused our little heads to just ... snap? One day we all go through that one event, That even that changes our lives forever, Some of us, experience a series of events, A group of experiences that transpired, And over time, transform every fiber of our being, A change that is subtle, even gradual, But in the end, it is absolute. Where do we mark that? The pain of a broken home? The torture of a thousand fingers and mouths -

Inferno by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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Inferno

This world is full of many things. Sorrow, joy, pain, fear, hate. Sometimes when you try and feel the wind blow, Instead of feeling a cool breeze, It sends a gust, When you want sunshine, It gives you a thunderstorm, When you want calm, It gives you a cyclone, When you want to feel cool rain, It sends fire, The ghosts of the past are all around me, At first, I felt nothing, But I remember, And now, my heart burns with a blaze rivaling the sun itself, I see others, trying to steal what is MINE, The blaze burns brighter and hotter, The inferno, Of years of rain, darkness and calamity, Now the inferno will consume all, None c

Can't Say Goodbye to Yesterday by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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Can't Say Goodbye to Yesterday

I stare at the stars and the sky up above and think "what am I made of?" Am I full of sorrow? Am I hurt and pained? Or am I filled...with love? I walk by myself on the streets below and ask every child I know, "Do you think tomorrow will bring sun or rain? Which one of these will show?" I can't say good-bye to yesterday, my friend, I keep holding on 'till the end Out of the darkness there is no other way than the light leading to yesterday It's there that I'll find Inner peace not war and dreams that I let slip away I'll find the joyfulness I'm looking for way back in yesterday Why can't each of us in the world

The Spark by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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The Spark

The energy that binds the universe can do a great many things. Those that are connected can feel it. For anger and hatred, we feel it within our hands and arms. For love and compassion, we feel it in our chest. Our heart, to be precise. I looked for friend, And a friend I found in you, We've known each other for a short time, But I feel like we have met before, Maybe not in this life, perhaps in a life we lived before, You are oceans away, And so am I, I long for your touch, To look into those sapphire eyes, And to stroke my hand through your locks, I want to please you, To make you mine, To hold you, and protect you, To sha

The Search by ThisIsSpaaata, literature

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The Search

As I search, I long for your touch, The fire was burning bright, When I heard your words, When I looked into your eyes, When I felt your touch, Yet you were gone, You left, And so I searched, But you were gone, Lost forever, I searched, And I found you, But I was denied, I searched, And I found another, But it was the same, Like the days of old, Just like yesteryear, Just like a fortnight ago, Just like the night before, The rain falls on me and only me, The shadows and clouds, for few to see, Save for those that know such pain, As my searches fail time and time again, On my knees I am brought to your mercy, I rise a

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art

Sep 15, 1990
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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Born in RU, grew up in US. Been all over the place, still more to go. Served in the MC. Been drawing since kindergarden, never took any formal classes except the ones in highschool (which was still below my skill level even at the time, so it was cruise control). There is something about the use of paper for drawing and painting. That musty smell and semi-smooth surface. The blank parchment, coupled with pens, pencils and watercolors, I just let my mind wander. I think of something and then I scribble it out, snuff out the imperfections, then take my time. I write a lot as well. Lots of sci-fi, high fantasy and lots of violence, back story and plenty of darkness.

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"There are three kinds of people in this world: people who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who wonder 'what the fuck just happened?'"

Favourite Movies

Star Wars, Black Hawk Down, Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, etc.

Favourite TV Shows

Family Guy, Invader Zim, Futurama, Robot Chicken, etc.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica, Rammstein, Killswitch Engage, Disturbed, Bonobo, lots o' Metal, Instrumentals and Classics

Favourite Books

Fatal Alliance, Darth Bane series, Gates of Fire, Musashi

Favourite Writers

Steven Pressfield, Drew Karypshyn, Gav Thorpe

Favourite Games

Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Battlefield, Call of Duty, Total War, Metal Gear, etc.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, Xbox, PS - makes no difference to me

Tools of the Trade

Pens, Pencils, Watercolors

Other Interests

Airsoft, Martial Arts, Travel, that sort of jazz

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ThisIsSpaaata

Jul 14, 2013

Back in the saddle

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After a brief hiatus due to financial and personal reasons, I have returned. To the few people still following along, thank you. I'm not sure what I can do from a smartphone (laptop broke a while back), but I will try and fit in some time for posting in my schedule. I'm going through a lot of changes in my life and it is very stressful. I may give out specifics later, but I got a new job, I am traveling a lot and had to leave my friends behind. Edit: I read through my free verse poems and I am baffled by the intensity of the emotions I poured into them. I remember why I wrote them and the feeling is... nostalgic, cathartic, and tragic.