fallingI shiver in the sweat of a sprint from abstract to here, where I lay bleeding from the ears.falling
My back hugs the ground, and my eyes fixate on the sky. Looking up, I am helpless.
Catching my breath will never happen, not as long as I wish for air.
Thoughts swirl; panic, to despair, to calm. Then from a small corner inside comes a memory:
You picked me up with one hand, like always, and wiped a drop off your brow
with the other. I stared at you, and your grin was the boot in my ass to get me off the ground. &nb
narcissism, questionedSo where is this celestial entity, the one everyone’s been talking about?narcissism, questioned
I’ve got a million things I want to ask.
opinionatedfrom the furthest ends of your vision i watch the fire fade out [orange dancers gently aging]opinionated
the 270 degree opposite of where i cull you [define sight]
defines out our ambiguity; our susceptibility to opinion
[back to]
on one end of [my][ / ][the] celestial body is the combustion and [opportunistic consumption]
[of]
susceptibility of your opinions to the [unknown], the variable
where yesterday,
curly-eyed, i burned [positioning offset]
working back-breaking [opinionistic, possible deformity], one might allude
doi
151 years latermy eyes have disintegrated my sockets the have just witnessed too much for my brain to comprehend think that 151 sayings/thoughts drive a hard bargain just split the guilt of151 years later
the morning after with the
opposite overwhelming help me before my conceited dictatorship casts its vengeance through humanity
fuck the previously set ideals
Guiding Revelationintrospective disillusionment picks away at the triviality of everyday life, entranced by the holographic thrills of a virtual wasteland in reality.Guiding Revelation
discovering beauty in self interest where only it's corrupted void is found, psychosomatic responses thrive on the rejuvenation of a curious soul.
new found depth is unveiled at long last on this shallow idea in this nook of a niche; once the apex of vicious belief, now contemplated on it's last breath of comprehension.
burrowed away in the defining layers of existence, wasted under the venemous she
Ah So“Now that my brain has shorted out, I’m shutting down, the trigger itching to be pulled…”Ah So
Wow, that’s angsty isn’t it? Let’s try again.
“A copper effigy with lacelines of gray…”
That doesn’t even make sense.
“Animosities engaging in crusades against fame Abnegated crying for crying to be the same…”
Too many A’s
“Hide away the broken threads, Tuck away the blood soaked rags…”
Adjective whore.
“These lungs are getting far too low,
This heart is beating much too slow…”
I’m writing, not dying.
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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i am not a unique and beautiful
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its funny how you say "look at me, im a tough guy", cuz thats almost the sort of thing macbeth might say, haha, maybe ill get a good grade!
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~Ashworks
Art Is Serious Play
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"It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say"
-Arna Bontemps
"who's the fucker who used the last of the toilet paper?"
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~Ashworks
Art Is Serious Play
Thanks for having the thought of buying the prints, I really appreciated it, juz drop me a msg if u're ready to buy
Thanks for the +deviantWatch
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