MelancholonyThe sleeping sea dreams, and from its bed the fruits rise in that sublime manner of things that suckle with the comatose mind.Melancholony
With them come bubbles, and faint sounds draw strange orbits in the luminous depths.
Let me hold you, gentle melon.
I breath a bubble and my companion is warm (as though I woke too soon or overstayed in bed)
Buoyed, we are approaching the surface. Like a convoy the seedful ones drifted out of night. Soon the bottom of the sky is made alive with bobbing heads. &n
Paper KittenA paper kitten beside me never knowing the touch of a flower in a cardboard world. (And every production has a well-pressed lining.)Paper Kitten
Sometimes I'll caress the creases with my eyes, feel the inward-folding and be touched in turn.
Self-suffocating smallness.
In a morning I awake. Upon my table, a dense weight of paper. Beneath the prying gaze of my fingers it unfolds; an exploding universe. The soft wrinkles taste like nec
The sinking floor of stages.She sings and plays the violin, her thoughts strung loosely and she likes to unwind.The sinking floor of stages.
His pitch is fast, was strong, now mellow winding slowly down, though pleasant he is deaf.
Where hand meets hand they dance, their timeless, time-worn dance and share a breath, a gasp and nothing more.
Their song is slow, as it was meant to be but in the intervening hours the ringing of ears sounds a bell once rung softly swaying them away into stillness.
Fantastic TimesStreaks of grey, like artificial tears saturate a page that will always be dry and folded in elaborate devicesFantastic Times
of the heartless mind.
Fragments of a disordered consciousness rise to shatter against the resolute, undulating crystal seen through which, our world is blurred and hollow. Shards escape to bear the once-mortal remains of best intentions gone astray and innocence lost
by a sudden confluence of random forces.
The firmer reality prevails. How could true innocence bear such bitter fruit?
Droplets of damp paper glisten on the ground, as c
WaterDropLaying in the shower Drip...... Listening to the water Drop..... Laying in the shower Drip...... Drowning in the water Drop......WaterDrop
He's lying in the shower ......drip Watching as his life flashes by Staring at his watch ......drop Counting down the seconds Until he breaths no more
He's lying in the shower Drip...... Drowning in the water Drop..... Losing oxygen with every passing second Drip...... Repentance for his crime Drop.....
He's lying in the shower Staring at his watch &nbs
WordsI no longer want to hear you speak, Years of deceit has brought us nothing. All you've fed me are words... Nothing but words, words, and words.Words
For what are words but letters strewn together? And what are letters but Strokes put together?
I yearn for truth, Not your ill-fated words I yearn for sincerity Not a mask held together by words
Don't say you care for me, Give me a hand, Don't say you'll remember me, Call my name out in the streets. Don't say I'm your angel, Let me guide you in the dark. Don't say you love m
State of DreamEver wake up knowing that everything is perfect? Your not tired, your full of energy and the sun is shining just for you. Your room is clean, your clothes are washed. Your job is great. Its steady, easy work and keeps lots of money in your pocket. Your son is always smiling and seeing the joy on his face you just can't help but smile to. You have a perfect boyfriend, he loves you, "We're gonna get married someday!" he says.State of Dream
But then you wake up. For real this time.
Its raining out. You can barley lift your head. Your exhausted and dizzy. You trip and nearly break your neck as you stumble over the pile of junk on th
With the little fishWe sat around the table, You. Me. James. Lucy. Taking swigs of Beam, And laughing at our jokes. Beginning with a shot, it ended with a sigh.With the little fish
You took me in your arms that night And whispered wind into my ear. I heard every word you said… All the rhymes of flowers and The melodies of fish.
You and I will swim together In a sea of truths and lies. But at the end of the day, It’s you I choose, and you choose I.
Ambigunity
Cheers.
Just letting all my watchers/buddies/loved ones that I have a new deviant art account.
You can now find my art/journal/etc at my new (permernant) account :::
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