I can't stand "just trying" ALL THE TIME. I want to actually make something "beautiful" or "stunning" or something that I can just be proud of... I give up I'm going to go sleep.

Heh, heh, heh, heh....Squeaky wrote: It's just so sad when I have these amazing images in my head and I just cant get them out.
J.R.R. Tolkien wrote:A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
we still remember, we who dwell,
in this far land, beneath the trees
thy starlight on the western seas.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote:A damsel with a dulcimer
in a vision once I saw.
It was an Abyssinian maid,
and on her dulcimer she played,
singing of mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
her symphony and song.
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
that with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air!
Thy sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
and all who heard should see them there!
and all should cry, Beware! Beware!
his flashing eyes! his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
and close your eyes with holy dread!
for he on honey-dew hath fed,
and drunk the milk of Paradise.
...with the Othraerir itself being a nordic myth from centuries ago about the magic and pain of creativity:John Myers Myers wrote:I invoke the Commonwealth!
I know what was in Orthraerir;
Orthraerir was in it,
In it, it was hoarded,
Hoarded, it was stolen,
Stolen, it was spilled,
Spilled, I caught it,
Caught, it was given away,
Given away, it stays my own,
My own is the Commonwealth.
I invoke it!
The land may not be hidden from its lover!
You will never make your dreams real. It's a sad fact of our reality. The best you can do is paint a shadow of them so that others may look at them and wonder.Nordic Myth wrote:From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father I mastered mighty songs nine, and a drink I had of the dearest mead, got from out of Othraerir.
Then began I to grow and gain insight, to wax eke in wisdom: one verse led on to another verse, one poem led on to another poem.
Runes wilt thou find, and rightly read, of wonderous weight, of mighty magic, which that dyed the dread god, which made the holy hosts, and were etched by Othin, Othin among Aesir for Alfs, Dain, Dvalin for the dwarfs, Alsvith among etins, (but for earth-born men) wrought I some myself.
Know'st how to write, know'st how to read, know'st how to stain, how to understand, know'st how to ask , know'st how to offer, know'st how to suplicate, know'st how to sacrifice?
'Tis better unasked than offered overmuch; for ay doth a git look for gain; 'tis better unasked than offered overmuch: thus did Othin write ere the earth began, when up he rose in after time.
haha. Glad to know it was understood the right way.Squeaky wrote:Kodama.... you are SO full of yourself. :wink: (that's said with affection)