Freedom is a concept of ignorance; they put you in a cage and expect you to obey, and immediately you start searching for a way out, to be free of tyranny and oppression, to escape unwanted rules and restrictions, and if you’re lucky you escape, you think you’ve become free, when in truth you’ve only escaped into a bigger cage, one you can’t see the borders to or the outline, but for better or for worse you cheer yourself for your victory against fate and stroll around enjoying a fresher brand of air, tasting a bliss brought mainly by your ignorance to the new world and the rules that governs it. Freedom is a conce
That stupid slow pace that hits life sometimes when you're not fully around, when maybe you're not listening or maybe just sitting back, like sitting in the back seat of a cab, a long journey across a bridge when it's such a long night you don't know if it's closer to morning or midnight. You tilt your head back a while and think, nothing there but that same slow pace, like there's an answer just waiting for you to get but you're not, because you're stuck dragging something heavy, dragging it all the way, that story of your past, that one story, not all the other garbage, this particular brand of garbage you remember more than the rest. You l
“This world is constantly broken into pieces and it consistently waits for us to reclaim our right to breathe its air, we're not building up the world, we're gathering fragment after fragment to keep it from crumbling down altogether, a sand castle against the tides, we do so to survive living another day, we do so not for generations to come, we do so not for ambition, satisfaction or happiness, no! We do so out of necessity, and isn't there such a deformed form of beauty in this, we live because we NEED to, this of course takes different shapes, as do our faces and voices, but we’re all human at the end, and we somehow recon
The world is a big puppet with a string held in each person’s hands, and so the image makes us think we’re in control, but the puppet is like a balloon dancing in the wind, slapped around by inevitable change and like little pieces of a puzzle we collide like idiots hanging to their lives feeling sorry for ourselves being bullied by a freaking wooden balloon, that’s not sad, sure is ironic having a puppet pulling the strings, but it’s a step closer to actually have the humility to see such picture and even slightly believe it, this is how you change the world, on your own if you pull back hard enough in the right d
"I am the king of all kings." I heard the man say, ignorance is bliss; I told myself, "King King of all kings." He was shouting at himself, the man in the street, I was just walking in the neighborhood mentally drunk and sunk into my own thoughts trying to leave myself behind and runaway, hoping it would never last, hoping that being me would never last, but it wasn't about me that day, I saw this man, less than a beggar, staring into nothingness, in other words of others "just somebody who's not worth it." Somebody I told myself, he's still somebody, my eyes traveled to his direction for a moment and one more, all I could think about w
"Nothing in this life is real, nothing really is, everything you know, everything you think you know is based on memories, memories of last year, memories of yesterday, memories of a previous moment, we believe what we remember, and we see only the gap that our actions cause in others' memories, and to see the truth between the lies we have to open our eyes, the real ones behind the walls we build... around our hearts, or reality would become just another fool's errand They say one man's tale can tell the story of the whole world, story of life, Dunia one man's memories can tell us more about ourselves than we would confess, I s
I stood where water ate the sands but the sand still stands, she came closer behind me but not close enough, neither of us dared to speak; we just stood there silently looking at nothing for a while, but I couldn't help but wonder... what would it be like if she really loved me? more importantly will she ever forgive me? Do I want her to? Not everything I did; I did it for her, I was selfish, I will never forgive myself for saving her, because I know one day she won't either, she will see my selfishness, she will look at me with those beautiful eyes and blame me for everything, wish I was never there, but as far away from me as she gets it'll
"It was this unknown man, they asked him what would you do, would you stop them from ever have done that mistake, all of them, what would you do if you went back in time to where war had started, to where men killed men, what would you do if you had the power, he said with a cold voice i would go back in time just so I can watch, to learn how to kill, and then do it all over again, the anger, the violence, the age of mistaken-s, who am I to be when I'm no one to be, what is humane, they heard his answer but never listened, a crazy man on the seat of death speaks of insanity, but they asked mockingly would you be a king, he said I would kill
Immortalizing moments in a sandstorm, like idiots behind walls no faces, photos of a cake and a plate no one left to remain, Its too bad when you finally look around and all you could see is reality, nothing to believe, nothing to call a lie, no where to go but behind bars, but a metaphor would last for only so long, and the most idiotic moments are those of smart men, my name is Chain, Chain the insane, tired of the game, a final battle stretches till next day, I win, comes another day, another fight, I have to, I can't forgive myself, I'm the only one left, if I let it go I become just another man, a heart with a grudge, revenge, I don't le
Freedom is a concept of ignorance; they put you in a cage and expect you to obey, and immediately you start searching for a way out, to be free of tyranny and oppression, to escape unwanted rules and restrictions, and if you’re lucky you escape, you think you’ve become free, when in truth you’ve only escaped into a bigger cage, one you can’t see the borders to or the outline, but for better or for worse you cheer yourself for your victory against fate and stroll around enjoying a fresher brand of air, tasting a bliss brought mainly by your ignorance to the new world and the rules that governs it. Freedom is a conce
That stupid slow pace that hits life sometimes when you're not fully around, when maybe you're not listening or maybe just sitting back, like sitting in the back seat of a cab, a long journey across a bridge when it's such a long night you don't know if it's closer to morning or midnight. You tilt your head back a while and think, nothing there but that same slow pace, like there's an answer just waiting for you to get but you're not, because you're stuck dragging something heavy, dragging it all the way, that story of your past, that one story, not all the other garbage, this particular brand of garbage you remember more than the rest. You l
“This world is constantly broken into pieces and it consistently waits for us to reclaim our right to breathe its air, we're not building up the world, we're gathering fragment after fragment to keep it from crumbling down altogether, a sand castle against the tides, we do so to survive living another day, we do so not for generations to come, we do so not for ambition, satisfaction or happiness, no! We do so out of necessity, and isn't there such a deformed form of beauty in this, we live because we NEED to, this of course takes different shapes, as do our faces and voices, but we’re all human at the end, and we somehow recon
The world is a big puppet with a string held in each person’s hands, and so the image makes us think we’re in control, but the puppet is like a balloon dancing in the wind, slapped around by inevitable change and like little pieces of a puzzle we collide like idiots hanging to their lives feeling sorry for ourselves being bullied by a freaking wooden balloon, that’s not sad, sure is ironic having a puppet pulling the strings, but it’s a step closer to actually have the humility to see such picture and even slightly believe it, this is how you change the world, on your own if you pull back hard enough in the right d
"I am the king of all kings." I heard the man say, ignorance is bliss; I told myself, "King King of all kings." He was shouting at himself, the man in the street, I was just walking in the neighborhood mentally drunk and sunk into my own thoughts trying to leave myself behind and runaway, hoping it would never last, hoping that being me would never last, but it wasn't about me that day, I saw this man, less than a beggar, staring into nothingness, in other words of others "just somebody who's not worth it." Somebody I told myself, he's still somebody, my eyes traveled to his direction for a moment and one more, all I could think about w
"Nothing in this life is real, nothing really is, everything you know, everything you think you know is based on memories, memories of last year, memories of yesterday, memories of a previous moment, we believe what we remember, and we see only the gap that our actions cause in others' memories, and to see the truth between the lies we have to open our eyes, the real ones behind the walls we build... around our hearts, or reality would become just another fool's errand They say one man's tale can tell the story of the whole world, story of life, Dunia one man's memories can tell us more about ourselves than we would confess, I s
I'm Maverick, Hi... I have a lot of hobbies and interests but I think I can always favor to go by "I'm a writer' I love to write most of time, have a lot to share and put into words, and will always welcome criticism, and so I'm always looking for honest friends who enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing, my 'masterpiece' if you will is my first Novel 'The Chain - Soul of the Undone' I'm currently working on finishing the last few pages in it, so I'm trying to get opinions, criticism and off course fans before I can manage to publish it 'hopefully'
I also have a lot of theories and philosophies, I believe the way we view life even in the privacy of our own secrets not only defines who we are, but can also change the world... or not.
Other than Writing I'm a huge video gamer, I dun like to use the phrase Hardcore gamer, you see I'm not really into that much Multi-Player games as much as everybody is now, I like to call myself a true gamer, I'm in it for the story, for the ride, the art... etc it goes without saying my favorite game is always Prince of Persia - The Two Thrones...
Favourite Movies
The Butterfly Effect \ Memento
Favourite TV Shows
F.R.I.E.N.D.S \ Scrubs \ Bleach \ Mow I Met Your Mother \ The Big Bang Theory
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park
Favourite Books
The Chain - Soul of The Undone
Favourite Writers
Me (just kiddin)
Favourite Games
The Prince of Persia [Triology] \ Assassin's Creed [Series] \ Devil May Cry [Series] \ Batman Arkham Asylum,City \ X-Men Origins Wolverine \ Max Payne [1,2] \ ...
Come on, think about it, they tell you all the definitions of every aspect of your life, and that's how they keep you blind, send you falling between one checkpoint to another, and you get used to it, you don't look back at the truth, when you do look back you see someone else just took your place, and now the question is no longer where you are, its just how long have you been this, this person, your head filled with so many thoughts, but none of them tell you how to escape this pool table, is it salvation to fall into a hole or to stay hidden and running away... its not that dark really its just is, now don't think about it, think about whe