You're stone and a river. And fire.
You're so much harder than me.
A post of sincerity / a slab of pulsing marble
God you're deep and miraculous as a crystal
shining fiercely in the cold dawn light
8.9.11
29.8.11
21.8.11
Three things made tonight
A delicious melding of abstracts and circumstance lead me to pick up a shoddy plastic paint brush and get messy with some shoddy plastic paints as the last night of the weekend drew in to its finale.
Three things made it happen.
Firstly- the soundtrack.
Not for all i do warn.
Secondly - Time is a Bitch and Girls will die as women. Alternatively summarised as Daymn Francis Bean is Hawtt
Thirdly was the access to the paints i suppose... but none the less resultant in the first splatter of non-ink i have perpetrated recently.
My aversion to non-ink or lead has been washed away in shoddy water. Maybe it's the challenge of inappropriate materials and layering technique that ignited me this evening, but when a certain speckle of orange tinged the lips just so i almost yelled out as when the breakdown crashes from this ridiculous band.
Remember joy. It's there, just waiting to be noticed in the most fundamental of things.
Three things made it happen.
Firstly- the soundtrack.
Not for all i do warn.
Secondly - Time is a Bitch and Girls will die as women. Alternatively summarised as Daymn Francis Bean is Hawtt
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Thirdly was the access to the paints i suppose... but none the less resultant in the first splatter of non-ink i have perpetrated recently.
My aversion to non-ink or lead has been washed away in shoddy water. Maybe it's the challenge of inappropriate materials and layering technique that ignited me this evening, but when a certain speckle of orange tinged the lips just so i almost yelled out as when the breakdown crashes from this ridiculous band.
Remember joy. It's there, just waiting to be noticed in the most fundamental of things.
18.7.11
BeatHeart
My mind would latch on to someone like you
Strong Gentle Sweet & True
My hearts a-dither. What to do.
When my mind's in love
With someone
Like
You
umm...
I wish there was something so simple as an off switch
To stop me still and calm
to make my decisions
and put me back
together again
My soul did run, flee me.
I don't know where it is
I do know that i hate this.
But have not the strength to pull
together my missing parts.
Stand and turn to face my inside
do battle against my fear of myself
I hate people looking at me.
I hate my voice, my physick
my greedy selfish desire and
my hesitant quiet facade
Who am i and why did i do those things
My secret is strangling me everyday.
A serpent would be biblical
but not so dramatic am i
or less do i believe.
Always for someone else.
Always aping something else.
Struggling to carry my worldly wares
yet fallen and scrambling to
obtain yet more
that i cannot carry.
17.7.11
I love only with wincing eyes
De Montaigne asks for a silence in self.
Your aim shall be to live with yourself,
that inner sanctum where your own company soothes you.
You speak and will be heard.
You listen and pay attention.
Home.
Yourself.
Cherished.
Loved.
Nurture yourself lest you depend on life.
That entire outside world of artifact.
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