Mnemosyne

Mnemosyne

 The clock stopped clinking, and there is a slowdown in time. I can feel a dreadful breeze, yet I could not locate the source of wind. Skeletal and weathered buildings shroud in the sandstorm. The ground is made of blood, bile and rotten meat with people lying motionlessly. In my head, there is an eerie silence as the fragments of the past and the memories of the forgotten sinners resonate. With their guns and their bombs, they are fighting. Children are taken away slowly. Some hang low from the tower. Some rot on the ground. It is the same requiem for the oppressed children since 1999. Everybody die! Why are you doing this? Get them out! Some said violence causes silence. In this peculiar silence, only a rueful agony is found: you could have been my friend. Inside our head, there is an untold dream shattering people’s dream.

Diva Miller Smith

7-4-2011

Death Knell

Death Knell

            In my final months of my agonizing life, I want to discover love and find quietness. But these are nothing more than unrealizable dream. I guess I am destined to an unfulfilling life. I can never have a true family. In eerie silence, I and my sorrow gradually perish in the cold mist. Memories fade as the forgotten and the unforgiving sinful victim no longer linger in the world. The only remaining fragment lies within the sinner of the sinner. They who committed the first sin will now linger with the curse mark eternally.

Diva Miller Smith

21-3-2011

Home

A place where people care about you is a place thou shall return to. This is a place commonly refer as a home. What if one's purpose in the world is to be the bottom of the society. Shall thou perish or rebel? Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison! Mercy I beg as I continue to hallucinate in the world of midnight. It is in the mist of darkness that I can pray and transcend my body.
Diva Miller Smith
2-3-2011

Whose Eyes are Those Eyes?

Whose Eyes are Those Eyes?

            I have been consumed by the dark shadow gazing and giggling at me. Why are you doing this? Is it because you can and you will? Stop it, don’t look at me? Who are you? Are you my friend or my enemy? Most importantly, I struggle to define whether it is a delusion or an illusion. Is this delusion slowly becoming a reality and part of my life? What should I do in this despotic and chaotic society? Should I pretend nothing happen and I am normal?

                                                                                                                        Diva Miller Smith

10-1-2011

The Future and I

The Future and I

            “De Oppresso Liber”, I shouted as the Egyptians gain their freedom. The people didn’t ask for a private war. It is you who have drawn the first blood— tearing people’s dream apart. Like many oppressed Egyptians, I am torched alive. There is neither a future nor a tomorrow for me. Diminishing my desire to a decent life, my fear of being killed resonates in my head. There is no way out. I am cornered by the society until recently. It is a moment to be free like the Egyptians. I have obtained my first dagger, De Oppresso Liber. With my dagger, I am able to be free and liberated. It is the first time that I can see the Red River and Valley in the perspective of Moses and his people. Yet, I could no longer feel my body as my soul aloft in the air. In remembrance of the heroes.

Diva Miller Smith

30-1-2011

Home

Home

To most people a home where you can find warmth and togetherness is nothing special, but to me it is a dream that is far away. Everywhere I go, people find happiness through my anguish. All I desire is a shoulder that I can lean on. Why is it so hard for me when all children can find one? What did I do to deserve burdening the sin of the world? I am a human not god. I have a desire of a decent life, yet it is drowned by the happiness of others. To others, I am a person whom existence is to be tormented. To me, my life is simply to exist and to be extinguished, yet I welcome people in the world of midnight as I slowly drown. I wish someday I will be free from this burden and find tranquility in my mind.

Diva Miller Smith

19-1-2011

Assembly Line

Assembly Line

It is frustrating to live in a society where children are educated in an assembly line. They are assembled like a robot depriving them of individuality, uniqueness and freedom. I watch them one by one moving motionlessly along the assembly line. I would no longer tell whether they are humans or objects. Yet, countries compete to build the latest model of child with versatility-the ability to speak multiple languages and the ability to do math. Some raise their concerns on the assembly line production, but they are quickly label as outcasts, misfits and psychos. People ponder why are we experiencing an increase in violence while I ponder in Arizona whether violence the only way to get people to listen.    

Diva Miller Smith

13-1-2011

Man Down

This is a quick post in regarding to the current situation of me. My alienware m11x r2 bios A03 is down. It has been taken to a classified location for repairing. I will be back online asap. At the mean time you guys are still view my latest status from my blog and my secret nas box!

It's a long road

It’s a Long Road

            It’s a long road when you return home. And it hurts to see that your friends and family are no longer alive. They are gone while you walk alone combating the society. It is a new town and new era as familiar faces are gone. It’s a real war where there is nowhere to go. Hiding your sorrow in the sand, I find it funny to be saddened returning home meeting people with no expression. Tell me what to do, to survive and to live in this living hell? Don’t you wish that you were killed in the combat instead? At least you will be a nameless soldier finding peace in your mind.

                                                                                                                        Diva Miller Smith

                                                                                                                        4-1-2010