R.I.P: Robin Williams

R.I.P Dear Robin Williams

 I can't believe that yesterday we lost a beloved legend, Robin Williams, to depression/suicide. I grew up watching him and his movies. He was a great encouragement to me. He will most definitely be missed! <3

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Nameless

Nameless, my soul is empty...forget empty...my soul no longer exists. 
There is an emptiness in me that can't be explained. 
I'm worthless, I'm nothing, I'm forgotten, and that's exactly what I'm suppose to be. 

I don't embrace my nothingness because that would make me strong. 
I don't except it either. 
I'm told what I am and that's just what I am. 
You may never understand unless your told you are nothing. 

You must become the nameless. 
Your soul must become lost forever. 
When you become the nothing that you are, then...you will be free. 

Hey guys! Darcy here :) I hope you liked that little thing I wrote. The inspiration for that came from a book called The Book Of Names by D. Barkley Briggs and is the first book in a series called Legends Of Karac Tor. Here is the book description: "Magic. Ancient portals. What if the legends are true? Teen brothers Hadyn and Ewan Barlow are forced to adjust to a depressing new life when a tragedy strikes home. Then a secret viking runestone opens a door to a world in peril, and they discover a crisis larger than their own pain. In the hidden Lands of Karac Tor, names are stolen from the young and darkness spreads. Hadyn and Ewan become targets of war, forcing them to make a reluctant choice: join the battle and risk losing each other and their home forever." It is an amzing book, one I for sure recommend you read. This is one of those books that has so many little things and quotes that you wanna always remember. In fact the copy I own has a bunch of my own personal bookmarks and I've also taped some of the things onto my wall. Amazing book! I've included the text as to where I got my main inspiration for my writing.

  " 'Do you have names?' He said quickly, to cover himself. 'Real names?' Grayday offered a wan smile, as if at a memory. 'Come on,' Hadyn said carefully. 'Everyone has a name. You know...what your parents named you when you were bor-'  
  "Names mean nothing. Names are illusions," said the leader. "I am called Shameface. But in truth, I am nameless."  
  "All right said Hadyn slowly. "But I don't really feel right calling you that if that's okay." 
 "I am nameless also," Grayday joined in. Her eyes were a cradle of wounds, her lips a plastic grin. "My parents named me something else, once. Then they sold me in the village to a fisherman who had lost his wife. He wanted a cook, a maid. He had...needs. My parents couldn't feed me, didn't care to try. They already had five mouths beside theirs and mine. I was one too many, they said. A mistake. Said I should go be somebody else s mistake, not theirs." 
  Solemn, matter-of-factly, she did not lower her eyes or look away. Hadyn did. But Grayday was not finished. "Hider will not tell you, but he was the son of a wealthy merchant. His father called him pig. Said he was slow, stupid. Fat. Worthless. Shameface was the son of a blacksmith in Bitterland. Trained to make pickaxes and hammers for the miners. He was a poor apprentice, made soft hammers that broke on rock. He brought shame on his father. His father cast shame upon him, as did all the village. The Bitterman take pride in their metal." 
  "Our old names were lies," Shameface explained in monotone. "Nemesia has given us new names. Truer names. We borrow them only to speak to one another. The new names tell a story, stripped of lying words. And we are glad." 
  "Birth names lie. Names of pain do not," Hinder mumbled. Grayday brushed a hair from her face. "You see, life is pain. So..." She waited for Hadyn to catch on. When he didn't reply, she finished for him. "...only the nameless escape."...........

 (Shameface talking to Hadyn about his name)
   "Hadyn is a name of a memory. Memory linked to hope. To hold on to your name is to always remember the falseness of that hope. You, that boy, the one named Hadyn- you are the one who has felt the sorrow of a mother dying. Hope and life promise. Lies, all of it, for they died with her. Another bot with a different name has not felt these things, because he has not borne your name. But you have, and so you are bound to that name. 
 Hadyn reeled. Hinder spoke softly, "Those hopes will never come true." 
  Grayday still wore an eerie smile. Almost singsong, she said, "The nameless are free." 
 As if on cue, Shameface pointed to the other prisoner. "This girl. She is rich and unwise. She thinks she is loved. She has no future. But she belives she does. What good is such a worthless one, clinging to lies? Clinging to old words and names. We have offered her truth. We offered to let her soul become lost, as ours. She refused." 
  Shameface scooted near the girl, who shivered at the awareness of his unfelt hand. The boy looked at Hadyn, then rolled the girl, hands bound, off the raft, into the water. His face was blank as stone. He didn't even turn to watch her writhe and kick for help.
  "No!" Hadyn cried. He tried to leap to his feet, to wrench his hands free. But like the girl in the water, he was bound. As he clumsily gained his legs, Hinder slammed a knee into his stomach, doubling him over. He was clubbed again on the back of the head. Collapsing to the raft, darkness closed upon him swiftly. The last sounds he heard were that of the girl, thrashing in the water. 
 Thrashing. Screaming. Then burbling silence. 
  And Grayday, almost sounding pleased, said, "Now she is nameless. Now she is free." 



Thanks for baring with my guys through this long post, but most of all I hope you enjoyed it :) 

Link to buy the book: http://www.amazon.com/Book-Names-Legends-Karac-Tor-ebook/dp/B005DTKSS2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407799096&sr=8-1&keywords=The+book+of+names 
 
  

 

Darkness

A nightmare...that's what it's like. 
A nightmare you can't wake up from. 
Wounds that never heal, the pain never seems to dull. 

Madness is everywhere. 
The darkness engulfs my soul. 
The light is forever dimmed. 

My world is taken over by demons and dark spirits. 
There's no longer a heaven and hell or anywhere in between. 
It's all one world now. 

It's too late to undo the decisions made. 
There's no more questions to ask. 
The cards are on the table, the wheel of Fate has been broken. 

There's no changing what's to come...what's already here...all that was once good doesn't exists anymore. 
All that's left in this world and time itself is darkness...unchanging, untouchable Darkness...