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Labyrinth of the Physical FormYou dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
FragmentMy eyes remain clouded,
Unable to conjure any form of tears.
They are dry, blood-shot,
And shift out of focus.
Though I lay still,
My heart is ceaselessly spinning,
The world is endlessly aching.
I can taste the song and I can see the heat.
I hear my heartbeat alone above the ringing that is the scream of the night's wind.
It is calling out for the tear the has fallen
Upon your sleeve, resting on a desk.
The old wood is marked
By the ink that was spilled
When you tried to let the words escape from your lips.
I toss and turn as the crow flies away.
The butterflies are beckoned to mourn the loss of your tears,
Yet I am left.
Arms reach out
And grasp empty air
And I snuggle into a fragment
Of a memory
That is over before it even started.
The dove finds you
And delivers a cold stone--
All that tossing and turning
Has strangled me.
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chest
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you know
That when my eyes are clouded
And my mind is empty
I can hear the clock ticking,
Counting each worthless second gone by.
Do matter how hard I try,
My heart won't beat in unison
With the indefinite continuation
Did you know
That when I lay with my ear close to the ground
I can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.
It slowly spins,
Yet filled with the dead.
Did you also know
That when the blood rushes through my body,
I can hear the wind tremble and quake
With a familiar fear.
Because it knows its fleeting existence
Will slip through the world's fingers.
Did you know
That I'm afraid of that too?
The Flower Who Ran A quiet and serene awakening happened all at once. One moment, my world was desolate and empty; the next, my world was transformed into a bright and vast landscape. Waves of the feeling of joy seemed to radiate from the earth. I had come so far from being all alone to being surrounded by solace and others just like me.
This world, however ideal it seemed to be, did not revolve around me. This place wasn't created or staged for me-I discovered that one day.
As my kin and I were contently swaying in the gentle summer breeze, a silhouette of a foreign being was seen coming over the horizon. As it approached, so foreign in the way it moved, I wondered why it couldn't just reside as I in the grassy meadow. Yet, it bounded around my whole world as if it was normal. It couldn't be, though, since I haven't moved from this spot my entire life.
How strange it was while in motion. It just couldn't sit still, even to bask in the sun. But, I was surp
IntrepidI have to let go,
If I don't jump,
I may never fly.
And the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.
I've never felt
So safe and sound
Anywhere else but here,
A tear escapes
From the corner of someone's eye
As the ground grows closer.
I have lived a thousand lives
In this moment.
A smile is etched onto my face
And the tear hits the ground.
A MysteryI want someone to tell me there's no one else like me.
Say that I'm as precious and irreplaceable as the fleeting moment we are living in.
I wish someone would say that they are desperate to freeze the picture,
So that I could be captured and would never leave.
I suppose everyone yearns to find someone willing to extol them endlessly every waking hour.
How selfish I am.
Though I might say these loving things to someone, I should want for nothing in return.
In reality, I must realize that love shouldn't expect anything in return.
I must find someone to accept my love.
Though it may not be returned for years to come,
I want you to be happy.
I hope that you smile everyday.
I hope that woe never crosses your path,
And that you are forever immersed with the joy that I may never know.
Love is still a mystery in my youthful eyes,
And in you own as well.
Story Time.The face of evil,
Once a god frozen in the ice,
Whose sanity melts remembering touch,
Is a drop of fire on the rise,
Its soaring hopes
Tied with black ribbons to an electric chair.
Lament, bleeding roses,
Bite your tongue till it bleeds.
In the silent midnight,
A tear sings a water's lullaby,
An Underwater fire walk in the labyrinth submerges the ivory heart.
Praying for spring:
The cycle of love and solitude.
Rescue is possible,
We need an instant repair.
Until then, I'll be missing you.
Doggie, DoggieDoggie, Doggie, while you dream,
Why is it you yelp and scream?
Why do you wag your nubby tail?
And let out a longing wail?
Are you chasing the black cat?
Did you see a dirty rat?
Are you hunting a red fox?
Are you stealing mommy's socks?
Are you doing something extreme?
What does my little doggie dream?
The JokerJoker with a frozen smile,
Let us just laugh awhile,
Turned by the toxins found in life,
Turned by greed, grief and strife,
You may pry and wonder why,
The honest truth I'll not deny,
An evil smile long held within,
Is now outwardly this evil grin!
People-shadowsWalking down the street we meet many people.With those happy ones who call our name loud we like to talk.Meanwhile,alongside walk the quiet lonely ones,the mute martyrs.More noiseless than quiet,more apperances than creatures,more shadows than people.Our eyes do not see them,our eyes blind for their saddnes,our ears do not hear them,our ears deaf for their cry,our heart do not notice them,our heart guilty for their sorrow.They live like a lonesomely briar but with thorns turned inside not to scratch anyone,not to prick anyone,just their own heart and themselfs.And they live that way,so quiet,so unhappy,they pass off like shadows,like minutes and hours,and as soon as they die,broken and sapless the obituaries declare that they shared this world with us.
with spotted tomato wings,
I wonder what you think
when others threaten to devour
Nature's thriving crop.
Do you yearn to stand up,
break each sector of your shell,
and reveal the monster within?
Or would you rather find solace
among verdant green foliage
until there's nothing left?
Not even a single carrot
or dandelion to savor.
they'll mock your existence,
Tryin'My heart tries to beat
My lungs try to take in air
My hands try to hold on tight
My thoughts work tirelessly
My voice works to form words
My muscles work to exhaustion
My soul struggles to keep hope
My mind struggles to keep pace
My heart struggles to keep you close
I really am tryin'
What I Learned from Jerry SpringerSince I can't work/go to school I usually watch t.v. throughout the day. Usually it's scientific stuff, but every once in a while it's something ridiculous like Jerry Springer. I know it sounds odd but when you watch it as much as I do you begin to notice a pattern.
Of course I know there are exceptions.
1. Once a cheater, always a cheater.
It always amuses me when a story starts with "Well (s)he's cheated on me before...". Gee, really? Why didn't you leave the first time? Some adults are like children: if they think can get away with it, they'll keep doing it.
2. If you get rejected by your lover, don't expect your spouse to take you back.
It amuses me when someone leaves their spouse for their lover, but that lover rejects them. They try to do some major backtracking, but that 1st person is like "Oh hell no". Karma, ass.
3. If someone is cheating on you, it's best to just leave.
They obviously don't care enough to be faithful. It always gets me when the girlfrien
She rolls her heart in candle wax -
tries to fill the hollow cracks,
until a fire impels flame
and empties her
all the same.
She rolls her heart in candle wax -
a wick yet burning oh so fast;
the speed impairs her very frame
and empties her
all the same.
Sometimes, life takes its toll
and melts us to the inner core.
We ask, "Where is the calm?
Where is the peace?
Where is the sense
'Cause we're done
living in the smoke -
o v e r r u n
as if we're going to choke.
And just when we
get over what's passed,
we fall right back
to the candle -
Back to chorus x1
In the realm of hungry fire,
when the dream of rest is dire,
don't try to roll a heart away
in the same thing that's soon
Back to chorus x2
Empties her all the same.
Empties her all the same.
The Business of Art“Business Art is the step that comes after Art.” -Andy Warhol
These days, it takes more than artistic skill for creators to expertly market themselves to turn their talent into careers. Having both the creative expertise and business know-how are two full-time jobs. It’s the business side that artists struggle with – the advertising, marketing and selling of their hard work – that should, if done correctly, launch them towards greater recognition and financial success.
The “starving artist” trope exists for this reason, but in this day and age in which artists are more connected than ever before, we believe creators with talent and gumption finally have the resources to really master the business side and propel themselves to career security if not outright stardom.
Most successful artists have gotten to where they are because they understand that there is more to art than the stroke of a brush, a pencil scratch on paper, or a hand shapi
To be safe.
My little sis.
Oh, you where mine.
We belonged together.
Like two peas in the pot.
So much we belonged together.
Never seen separate.
Our nursery was our own castle.
We shared everything you and I.
Our dolls and toys.
Our parents so proud of us.
But our life was short dear sis.
Nothing so terrible as short life.
Illness took it away.
Like in a dreams it disappeared.
A life that was thought splendours and safe.
Lost in a dream forever to be.
But my dear sis I hold your hand as it drifted away.
To a land where nothing hurt.
Nothing can take.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,
You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.
You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuff
Dripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,
Burning it raw in its midst.
I want so desperately
For you to know
That I could never hate you
Because you're that type of flawless,
That I could never be lucky enough
To have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.
I'll keep it all inside,
Because ignorance is bliss
And you're blissful.
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