So full of ideas
and nowhere to go
Thinking of music
but the rhythm won't flow
Rock back and forth
pen in my hand
going so crazy;
I can't even stand
Wishing I could
think of a joke
Twenty-five men and
he's a nice bloke
Tap to the beat
it's all in my head
my brain is so stopped
I wish I was dead
Twenty-five men and
nowhere to go
wish I could talk
but the rhythm won't flow.
By the way (speaking of Which):
Maybe
Perhaps
Mayhaps?
Anyway(s)
[Idea]
[or not]
When one (1?)
can not cannot can't
think
the process of thought
thinking
breathing
[who needs it, anyway(s)?]
creating
s
The fashion of this year is
a fetching
virus of
Information control.
Edited magazines
propaganda
blocked comments
on government blogs
Censorship.
Spinning
around so
intensely that
everything
blurs -
to a neutral
bland
whiteness
of so-called
knowing.
Like a company
that manufactures
emotions
the ideas are there
but it's
just
too
clean.
An
unvoiced
listlessness
dancing below
the surface
of your brain
And in
the darkness
a match:
We are
your Revolution:
speaking fire
spitting words
that stick
and ooze
venom
into your
heart
gifting you
a poisonous passion
a dangerous desire
The word
becom
It's just a shame
I never thought that
Loving you
Was insane
this bittersweet passion
you give me cannot compare to anything
less than what I would expect from you
I hate you, I love you
How do you do this?
Hold so much power
Over me
Tell me you love me back
Just once, please oh please
Why can't I be enough?
Or am I already?
Sidelong glances
and unspoken words
Imagined dances
Or is it just me?
Secrets yearning
Craving touches
Can't you just see
how absolutely lovely you are?
Or are you just too busy stapling my heart together?
It's not that
I don't appreciate
All you do for me
I just want
More
More? more
How coul
Why,
That was all she wrote,
Why,
She said,
Why.
I knew,
That I would have to explain,
Why,
When I did it,
Why.
I tell her
I did not tell them everything,
But Why,
She wont listen,
Why.
I cannot explain
Why,
Just as
She cant explain
Why not?
Why,
That word echoes in my mind,
Why,
I will never forget that
Why.
So full of ideas
and nowhere to go
Thinking of music
but the rhythm won't flow
Rock back and forth
pen in my hand
going so crazy;
I can't even stand
Wishing I could
think of a joke
Twenty-five men and
he's a nice bloke
Tap to the beat
it's all in my head
my brain is so stopped
I wish I was dead
Twenty-five men and
nowhere to go
wish I could talk
but the rhythm won't flow.
By the way (speaking of Which):
Maybe
Perhaps
Mayhaps?
Anyway(s)
[Idea]
[or not]
When one (1?)
can not cannot can't
think
the process of thought
thinking
breathing
[who needs it, anyway(s)?]
creating
s
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
We have a new cat now.
She streaks through the house
and sleeps in your old beds,
watching me from the rocking chair
as I habitually seek you out.
She's sweeter than you--
she sits in my lap
and plays with my fingers,
doll-faced and docile
against your angular independence.
I still search for you
amongst the cracks in my heart
as you slip like sand
deeper into the dark recesses
of my faulty memories.
I am always afraid
that my tears will ruin the circuitry
through which I access
our sunny afternoons and quiet nights,
and you will slip beyond me.
I did not hope for an afterlife
until I ran my fingers through your cold fur,
and understood
I have discovered that there is a clause in deviantart's user agreement that allows them to sell your work without telling you or giving you royalties.
( https://www.deviantart.com/submit/agree )
As such, I am removing some of my work - written work will remain, as will photomanipulations. My typography and much of my photography will probably go.