YAY :)*cough*
uhm yeah... evidently the pageview-greedy need to go into visual art :/
not me, no sir... I'm a purist *shifty eyes*
All fall down...Ten fingers, ten toes Ears, a nose The leg bone connected to the knee bone The knee bone connected to the thigh boneAll fall down...
Outwardly apparent perfect normality Harmonious syncronisation of form and function The comfortable human average
Until the pain starts Burning constant sickness A walking human pathogen farm
No-one can agree on what the cause is Treating an unknown with pills And tablets and syrups and muti
Each less effective than the next Always it comes back A change of diet perhaps?
Ten fingers. Ten toes.
Walking on the BeachYou You pick up only the whole, wholesome shells Fragile, complete remnants of some small secret creature Each little vessel as hollow as the other Perfect ornamentsWalking on the Beach
for your aesthetic perfect life
Whereas I revel in the complex shifting kaleidoscope of the shattered shards Changing sharp broken bright reminders of what is really real
And all the more beautiful
for their painful poignancy
I
listen to the rush hiss music of the waves over each unique fragment &
Metamorphosis“At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms…”Metamorphosis
Rebecca walks slowly from school, her regulation school shoes crushing the brittle autumn leaves under her feet. Her dark eyebrows almost touch as she frowns intently at the silkworm eggs in the box in her hands.
The dappled sunlight flashing across the tiny yellow eggs makes them seem like a thousand golden stars in her hands, and their light glitters in her eyes. She is eleven years old today.
“…Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school…
ReciprocationMust have been possessed to say yes, could be That I felt your devotion deserved some Reciprocation on my part but come Sunrise in time I can finally see:Reciprocation
I’m nothing, a little Stepford-wife drone. But oh my God how I do so despise The burning, burning of your lustful eyes That strip me bare with your vision alone.
Cannot see my way through to saying no. Still protecting you who spout honour as I drown in the dogma that suffuses A relationship that should flow eas’ly…
Your grasp is brittle, I’m gagging on you. Lovestruck, you
Angsty
Although I am not on here much these days.
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Here's a [link] to Cape Town Community.
"You can use my camera, but I think it may have run out of dice."
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