http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:darkhyper&section=today deviantART RSS for by:darkhyper en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sat, 05 Dec 2009 04:06:21 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/4266151/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/4266151/ Fri, 07 Jan 2005 23:23:23 PST ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3756677/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3756677/ Thu, 04 Nov 2004 22:18:47 PST how many people will care?
even if i say that there is so much hate in this world,
what would you bother to do to fix it?
with your busy schedule and your stressful mind,
you dont give a damn about this world.
you dont give a damn about me. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3046162/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3046162/ Thu, 05 Aug 2004 01:08:07 PDT
Dear Lonely,

The good drug is always there
Taking away your worries, your cares
Refresh your mind with false memories
That never happened in your mind with me

The good drug doesn’t know
What was the past, the bad, the slow
And it never will, nor never wait
It takes effect and steals your fate

The good drug comes to take your hand
Guides you always to that magical land
Lets you enjoy your amazing trip
And brings you back to reality’s harsh hardship

The good drug is always there
In front of you and in your care
I know you want some to take you away
To go to the place where you can always play
And believe in all the things that are never true
Make you think that I still love you
So here’s the drug, still freshly pressed
The simple good drug you once digressed
And like a drug I’m always there
Except you need the drug since I know longer care

The good drug will always be
The simple love to life’s false remedy
Take it good, steady, and through
Until the drug has done its due
And you know its good because deep inside
Pours out the feelings you once longed to hide
Saying things you never meant
Saying things of coarse cement
But that’s okay because don’t you see?
The good drug swallowed the world and me
And you all alone in your corner of your room
Refuse to take the drug of doom
But don’t you worry, don’t you care
Because the good drug is always waiting, and always there.


Love,
Darkhyper




(c) 2004 darkHyper ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3023284/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3023284/ Mon, 02 Aug 2004 00:49:00 PDT I fell because I watched the day fly through my fingers
Felt the wooden window sill beneath my feet
Splinters breaking my skin
Felt my hand hold cold metal
Twisted my wrist against the bone
And heard something snap
Liquid draped down my arm and pain
Pain filtered through my body
I swear I must’ve paled right then
But the wind blew all the pain away
The concrete, ice, against my legs as I slowly move to the edge
I feel my light summer dress move against my body
Through the darkness of the city night
But I didn’t have to look down
Because my eyes were closed
So I took a deep breath and felt the air for the last time
Fresh air above all the buildings
The pollutant fog accumulating below
Signals blaring
And I fell with my eyes closed.

And for me to look you in the face
To know that I was denying all the evidence
That when you finally told me the truth
It was a hard slap against my skin
You told me what I didn’t want to hear
But I already knew deep down it was true
So from the beginning
Wasn’t I already falling with my eyes closed?

And now I’ve hit the bottom.


(c) The Broken Chronicles of Today's Yesterday
2004

a broken book brought to you by Darkhyper


any act of plagarism can and will be held against you. the title, name, and characters of the preceding are all patented and of mind, body, and soul belong to the precessor; Darkhyper, copyright May 2004.
thank you. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3019315/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/3019315/ Sun, 01 Aug 2004 14:47:44 PDT time to leave and never come back?

you do know that it is fun to leave on false pretenses, don't you?
you do know that deviant art is my excuse to give others false hope.

false. hope.

yeah thats brilliant i must admit. a site based strictly upon art and the ideas of "committment" and "encouragement". basically FALSE HOPE.

ah yes. false hope.

i brought so many up. and made sure that others brought them straight back down.

i am thought of as a pessimistic being. so i am. and it is very fun.


time to bring down more unsuspecting wistful "artists"

life is great. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2818351/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2818351/ Tue, 06 Jul 2004 15:14:10 PDT

. wings of ebony .


when there is no where left for you to go
and outside all there's left is cold
close the wings to which you open wide
and let the pity flock inside

pretend that what you were is naught
hold those wings of ebony taught
carry all those hopes believed
be the one you thought me once to be

and i will grab your hand with what i might
and hold you there throughout the night
just pretend i'm a little scared
enough for you to keep me there

the scarlet black will fly across
the wind-struck moon of ever doth
i'll feel your hand to know you're there
and i'll know enough; know that you do care

sillence will burst upon the sky
and a thousand birds will fly their high
you will hold me to watch the stars
your wings of ebony will hide my scars

and on wings of ebony doth you fly
i'll wait for you ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2802258/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2802258/ Sun, 04 Jul 2004 13:11:38 PDT you'll never hear my voice
the sounds that drown the night away
the sounds that kill my choice

sing sweet nightengale
the time is almost near
the darkness ebbs away at me
and swallows all my fears ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2741033/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2741033/ Sat, 26 Jun 2004 14:10:28 PDT
i don't like this deviant art where countless people post up their picturesque works in hopes that they will recieve comments, praise, or "constructive criticism"
grow up
you post comments to get comments on which no one really cares what the hell your work is or the inner meaning to which it was assembled

the basic archaic archtecture was founded on an artiuculate platform to which one's commentary was once found secure and abiding; however now is more likely to be anointed or "bothersome"

so i am done for now since i found no real reason to remain within the deviant art arena where 'art meets application' becuase here the "application" is just another way of saying "i comment on you, you comment on me" and just a pointless expression to where people feel that others must provide commentary on their work in order to feel appreciated.

whatever. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2574505/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2574505/ Thu, 03 Jun 2004 13:25:43 PDT
cuts [17]
scars [10]
scrapes [3]
bleeding [6]
bruises [7]
cried [4]


..more than usual. i'm getting scared of myself.
psychological negligence? i think i need help again.

is it not bad enough that people think i'm a suicidal anorexic drug addict? even when i'm not?

i feel hurt again. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2452336/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2452336/ Mon, 17 May 2004 23:41:18 PDT
The doctor sat across from her patient.The patient was staring at the wall.Talking to the wall.Or was she talking to the doctor?The doctor’s eyes traveled down the length of the patient and came to rest on the patient’s hands.They were scarred, covered in marks of nearly healed slashes with fresh new marks over them.The essence of lasting blood bloomed across her open palms.Yet the patient never mentioned them, never looked at them.The patient continued to stare at the wall, talking.
The doctor cleared her throat.
“What’s wrong with your hands?”
The patient looked down at her hands, closing them into tight fists them opening them again, watching blood wash over her fingernails.“They’re bleeding,” she said, almost thoughtfully.
“Why are they bleeding?”
“I cut them.”
“Why did you cut them?”
“To see if it would hurt.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Well of course.”
“Then why did you cut your hands if you already knew it would hurt?”The doctor was perplexed.If this girl knew the outcome, then why did she follow through on her performance?Maybe it was a psychological problem.All doctors knew that if a problem could not be diagnosed, it was probably something wrong in the brain.
The patient did not answer for a long time.She toyed with her hands.Smoothed the blood over and over until it finally dried and peeled.
“If you hurt yourself on purpose, you might not need to feel other hurtful things,” she finally said.
“What?”The doctor drawn out of her musings looked up from her clipboard.
“I cut myself.”
“I know that, what did you say before that?”
“Oh.”
Another long pause.
“Pain on purpose helps you forget the pain that others give you.”
The doctor was silent.She couldn’t answer the girl.
She had nothing to say.

(c) darkhyper

don't bite.. or i'll find you and hurt you.
at least ask. ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2441238/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2441238/ Sun, 16 May 2004 13:20:03 PDT The secret message between every word
Breaths of meaning beneath the lies
Where the hopes, the dreams, the wishes preside

Ask the sea if it saw
The blanket covering the north bound scrawl
Sunset of the lonely deep
That quells the dreamer into their sleep

Ask the clouds if it felt
The morning dew on leaves it dwelt
Deceit that carried through her eyes
And changed her hell to paradise

Then ask the singer in its tree
The secret sinner of this monopoly
Whose only plight was to watch the day
And close its song to the night away
To be the constant dreamer soft
Lest the mortal love be lost
Carefully read between those lines
One day true love would find
Her and her forever more
Lost in frames; the open door
The clandestine whispers, her only dread
Filled her with visions and clouded her head
That secret singer that once she saw
She heard the voice, the felt if falled
To whom could this last song be meant?
If only, if only her love, torment
Concealed lies and untruthful love
Carried her to the edge of it all

Until one day she finally believed
That maybe, maybe

Singer sing your song anon
Be the one whose plight is owned
Scream the shadows afeared your voice
Sink beneath the sand, your choice

For she will wait
Forevermore

And just maybe, maybe
She’ll ask the sun, the wind, the sea
Condemn the shadows back to thee
Break the ghastly portals wake
And so that she may be there
Foreversake

(c) darkhyper
(please don't steal without my knowing) ]]> ~darkhyper http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2440819/ http://darkhyper.deviantart.com/journal/2440819/ Sun, 16 May 2004 12:16:03 PDT
on a lighter note, i only need to save up 1400 for a nikon camera and a wide angeled lense! i want to be a photographer and take randomn pictures. i love taking pitcutres..

on a darker note, i have a headahce because i ate too much candy. alright.

later. ]]> ~darkhyper