Jump through fields
of heart shaped clovers.
Fly through the wide blue void
filled with angel's wings.
Shimmer brilliantly
in a room of lit candles.
Dream wildly
staying wide awake.
Know your home
a million miles away.
Be a friend
in a room full of enemies.
Feel dance flow through you
in the absence of music.
Glow,
remembering you are loved.
When your senses shut down
taste the autumn air,
smell the crisp laundry,
hear the trees hum,
see laughter dancing through frigid air,
feel the touch
of your lover's porcelain skin.
I watched as the surfer stumbled over the stone wall, and bounded toward the awaiting ocean. A slender, strong figure stood out against the bright July sky. His long, brown hair, a bit tangled and matted, trailed behind him, flapping in the wind. A small, defined nose breathed deeply, smelling the sweet salt of the ocean. His strong, large, tanned hands gripped the long blue surfboard tighter from the excitement of what was to come. Satisfied grey eyes fluttered and closed softly, as if he were basking in the smell. Thin eyebrows scrunch up, making waves in the smooth, dark skin of his forehead. I watch his running legs- watched the muscles i
She is rebellious,
leery.
Passionate,
closed-off.
She is vivid,
dull.
Powerful,
as a mouse.
In her head,
she knows how she is,
too many personalities,
emotions,
thoughts- -
Too callow for the responsibility,
fire seethes inside,
Who am I?
Who do I choose?
They're fighting inside of her,
fighting for approval.
Addiction to rebellion
in her eyes.
Sharp,
shocking,
fine as a rose.
Lying, curved and twisted,
alone and cold.
Waiting for no one.
Her black ripped sneakers cast off to the side.
Guilty pleasures hidden by black baggy pants.
Rumpled and torn, her black shirt hangs limply around her torso.
Curly brown hair bound by braids hangs over her face, then cascades over her shoulders onto the ground.
Her eyes, a piercing hazel, now look empty with shame and death.
A thick black outline makes them bold, covering her inner insecurity.
A final scream rests on her dry lips, never to be heard.
A lone girl, dead and violated.
Never found, nor thought of.
One death that was not a tragedy, only a victory.
Death of
Glass eyes
and a porcelain nose.
On a stand,
striking a pose.
A little blue dress,
and little black shoes,
waiting alone and forgotten,
for someone to choose.
No help for me,
and no way to escape,
no individuality,
only my little molded shape.
You made me into this,
this conformity doll,
but now you'll pay the price,
now you'll watch me fall.
I'm falling faster,
and you don't even notice,
I sit on the cold tile,
waiting for death's sweet kiss.
You think I belong to god,
and to your beliefs,
but all of it's shit,
and they're all lying creeps.
You're happy and brainwashed,
while I'm alone and dying,
everything is gone,
Streaming in, brainwashed and controlled,
They have lost their souls,
All their will is gone.
What makes you think he can save you?
There are no miracles,
Only pain in the world.
He's let you suffer for 2000 years,
and yet you still praise him,
think he will help you forever.
A weak man nailed to planks in not a god,
He is not your savior,
He is naive and full of false promises.
Yet they still come,
singing for him and paying their dues,
hoping that one day he will come and consume them...
Rope and chain,
Whips and shackles,
torture and pain,
My soul, it tackles.
No release from the mind,
A blackened cell,
It's the killing kind,
But I could hardly tell.
It traps and tortures,
You're in it's trance,
Your body it lures,
Never giving you a chance.
Sweeping across,
Faith is gone,
All hope is lost,
Never again will day dawn.
You're engulfed in it now,
You are in it's eveil wrath,
Take a painful bow,
Paved in blood is the path.
Controlling you to do awful things,
Answering only to it's cry,
It's power within you no longer stings,
"I'm okay..." is your eternal lie.
My salvation,
My joy,
My escape,
My release.
Why does it feel so good?
My want,
My addiction,
My help,
My therapy.
It hurts everyone else.
My ghost,
My shadow,
My conscience,
My drive.
It controls me.
My blood,
My blade,
My sacrifice,
My need.
I'm just a pain junkie.
My pain,
My hurt,
My demise,
My death.
The pain will be gone some day...
A face, dark and twisted
holds the warning "stay away"
Don't get close,
she and her demons will eat you alive.
Addiction will comsume you,
take over your actions,
and dominate your mind,
as it did to her.
A prison like no other
with knives as bars,
and a body soaked in blood,
with no way out.
It's a trap,
a mind game,
my head's little joke.
These monsters laugh when I suffer
and prevail when I give in.
My tears are their cleansing rain,
and my pain is their fun.
A circus of sick freaks
pulling on the chains of my instincts,
they run the show
with me as their puppet.
Wandering aimlessly,
not know where I am.
Somewhat familiar,
and yet so foreign.
Trees hanging over the path
making it harder and harder to see.
Branches like old women's hands everywhere,
appearing for knotty trunks.
Stepping on an old concrete bridge,
I see the water beneath me.
A sea of lost dreams,
and I drop in my share.
The bridge, though crackes and crumbling,
stays alive, giving some hope to the lost forest.
A bright light comes bursting throough the darkness.
I run towards it,
never gaining an inch.
As it disappears,
my hope goes with it.
Blind I am,
and forever lost I'll be.
Where do I go from here?
My face, cracked and falling apart,
my skin is grey and inhuman.
Flesh decaying,
yet I am still alive,
still walking, breathing, and crying.
The skin on my body gets tighter around me,
and I can feel it getting thinner.
Blue and purple veins become more defined,
and the puymp in my chest it much too obvious.
The beats are slow and painful,
squeezing out the last breaths of life.
Bones, weak and creaking,
brittle and waiting to snap.
Eyes sunk in with empty, grey pupils.
Hair, once full, now dead and stringy.
Ribs poking through thin, disappearing skin,
and hip bones protruding.
Small, bony legs, and
Arms gone limp,
eyes rolled back,
skin losing color,
as you float to the bottom.
Green and black water
engulfs your lifeless body,
sucking you in,
making you part of it's world.
Blood swirling through the water,
out of the knife mark in your chest.
I hated you in life,
and I will hate you in death.
I lick your dying drops off my fingertips,
and throw away the knife.
You can't hurt me anymore,
I've moved on, and so have you...
Current Residence: P-land, Maine Favourite genre of music: rock, metal, alternative, punk Skin of choice: Zach's Favourite cartoon character: Trent, Jane Lane Personal Quote: Don't take life so seriously. You won't make it out alive.
Favourite Visual Artist
Edvard Munch
Favourite Movies
High Fidelity, RockStar, Lives of Others, Factory Girl, Painted Veil, 10 Things, many more
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
No Doubt, NIN, Placebo, Tool, A Perfect Circle, 311, RHCP, Jack Off Jill, Garbage...etc...
So I have just decided to log on to here for the first time in about two years. I am looking at my friend's old artwork and my own, and I forgot how much i truly love photography. I really need to re-immerse myself into it, and I have decided that the money I have been saving (little by little) is going to go toward a digital camera. I miss it.
Not to mention that I am living right in the middle of Portland now and am not confined to Farmington anymore, allowing me many more interesting photographic opportunities.
In everyday life and artwork, I have been focused on canvas art, using paint, pen, marker, as well as other odd materials. I wil
Vanessa has great ideas, which is why we all :heart: her.
1. I will not be a hypocrite.
2. I will not hold other people to standards I do not hold myself to.
3. I will do the papers when they are due, and graduate college with a wonderful ________ degree.
4. I will be grateful for what I have now, and not think I need more, more, more.
5. I will be happy for my parents. I will never miss "home".
6. I will not die on that plane to Atlanta, even if we do crash.
7. I will continue (start) to make art, and channel all my emotion and thought into it.
8. I will not be a crybaby (we all know it happens to much).
9. I will try to help those
Happy birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me!
Finally 18 and loving it! Had a mini party last night with Zach, Erica, Zeb, Nicky and Richard. Fun stuff. And Richard gave me my birthday present :D. Going to concert today with my Boy, Mike, and Danielle. Fun! Not to mention having to spend a few hundred on books. Blech. Oh well, good day, good day.
:boogie: !Party dance, party dance! :boogie:
~fadeddarkness
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