“Mommy.”
I could hear her voice crawling through the fog of my brain. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up so. badly. Dark things whipped by my body; they scraped my ankles, pulled my hair, and laughed maniacally in my ear. The red face appeared as it always did, its red irises highlighted by the blinding whites of his eyes. His cheekbones stuck out unnaturally and sloped in towards a gaping black mouth. Wrinkles covered his face in the most abnormal places, sagging his nose, sliding laterally across his chin and cheeks. And he spoke. The voice was always the same, deep and gravelly, in some unknown way familiar to me, echoin
The black and white keys smile up at me
Now, merciless masters at the whip
Hammering their slaves of copper and aluminum
Until they cry out boldly, singing in harmony
The sound, blasting through their wooden prison
Softly at first, their murmurs croon the quiet tales
Of romance come and gone, lives lost and won
Rivers and brooks, trickling up the keys
Now, cobble stones of pearly black and graceful white
Suddenly thunderous, the waterfall approaches
The slaves sing a new song, strident, and strong
Boldly crying out the storms, praises, marches
Waltzing up and down, up and down the keys
Now, polished black and white floor boards
Stomping, jum
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Intertwined
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Mixed in the moonlight
Kissing and spreading
They rose
Overcome by warmth
A chemical romance
Wafting up, up, up
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Faded into the night.
Two lovers from worlds apart
Weaving hands together
Two lovers from worlds apart
Staring into the moonlight
Sitting, cherishing the moment
They rise
Overcome by cold
An approaching passion
Closer, closer, closer
Then,
Two lovers from worlds apart
Divided; ardor only a memory.
What inside us first starts to grow?
The cells, the skin, the brain?
Or is it the soul pushing out from inside
That begins the flood of indefatigable development
From inaudible giggles and cries we rush
To bigger and better words of ‘outrageous fortune’
Does our mind do this alone? I cannot believe
Is it our legs that teach us to walk,
Our hands that give us knowledge of script?
No, it is the soul,
Like that of the pollen inside a single bud
Urging the delicate bloom to blossom
So as to peak out from the center
And give its worth to the world.
“Mommy.”
I could hear her voice crawling through the fog of my brain. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to wake up so. badly. Dark things whipped by my body; they scraped my ankles, pulled my hair, and laughed maniacally in my ear. The red face appeared as it always did, its red irises highlighted by the blinding whites of his eyes. His cheekbones stuck out unnaturally and sloped in towards a gaping black mouth. Wrinkles covered his face in the most abnormal places, sagging his nose, sliding laterally across his chin and cheeks. And he spoke. The voice was always the same, deep and gravelly, in some unknown way familiar to me, echoin
The black and white keys smile up at me
Now, merciless masters at the whip
Hammering their slaves of copper and aluminum
Until they cry out boldly, singing in harmony
The sound, blasting through their wooden prison
Softly at first, their murmurs croon the quiet tales
Of romance come and gone, lives lost and won
Rivers and brooks, trickling up the keys
Now, cobble stones of pearly black and graceful white
Suddenly thunderous, the waterfall approaches
The slaves sing a new song, strident, and strong
Boldly crying out the storms, praises, marches
Waltzing up and down, up and down the keys
Now, polished black and white floor boards
Stomping, jum
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Intertwined
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Mixed in the moonlight
Kissing and spreading
They rose
Overcome by warmth
A chemical romance
Wafting up, up, up
Two clouds from chimneys apart
Faded into the night.
Two lovers from worlds apart
Weaving hands together
Two lovers from worlds apart
Staring into the moonlight
Sitting, cherishing the moment
They rise
Overcome by cold
An approaching passion
Closer, closer, closer
Then,
Two lovers from worlds apart
Divided; ardor only a memory.
What inside us first starts to grow?
The cells, the skin, the brain?
Or is it the soul pushing out from inside
That begins the flood of indefatigable development
From inaudible giggles and cries we rush
To bigger and better words of ‘outrageous fortune’
Does our mind do this alone? I cannot believe
Is it our legs that teach us to walk,
Our hands that give us knowledge of script?
No, it is the soul,
Like that of the pollen inside a single bud
Urging the delicate bloom to blossom
So as to peak out from the center
And give its worth to the world.
I'm a very Devious Daring Dangerous Dazzling Dearing Darling of a girl... I enjoy doing lots of different types of art. Such as drawing, painting, music, writing and photography. I'm fascinated by color and sound. I try hard to be original by writing my own songs, music and making up my own drawings. I'm not the best at sketching - so I use my imagination instead. I'm proud to tell people that I dive into several different forms of art. I want others to know that art is a part of me.
Favourite Visual Artist
Rick Crooks
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Lopez, Good Luck and Godspeed, Owl City and the Beatkeeper
Favourite Books
The Book of Story Beginnings, Dragonmark, Dragon Rider, Nicholas Paranel, Thief Lord, etc.
Favourite Writers
Jenny Nimmo, Eoin Colfer, Nancy Pearl etc.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii
Tools of the Trade
2B pencil, soft charcoal, paint brushes and a Canon camera
Hey guys :D
Well, I've definitely neglected my dA page. Partially because of procrastination, actually business, writers block, no good pencils to draw with, among other excuses... :P
Anywho, I decided it's time to take ACTION. YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE. REAL. LIVE ACTION. I even visited my group Everyartz and posted on there too! I'm serious about this action thing. Anyway, I started writing in my story again, I've drawn a couple pictures, and I've taken a LOT of photo's. Like... Over 4,000. I'll probably only post about... 10% of those actual photo's. But be prepared for an explosion of activity one of these days. Probably Saturday. Becau
Hi :D
Do you like my skin?
ME TOO :D
Well, I haven't written on here for a while. But I decided, since I now can have a skin (cause it's Free Premium Membership Day) that I'd write a journal ;D
... But I seriously have nothing to talk about.
I could talk about what I did for Christmas and/or New Years... but that shtuff it boring. Except for the part where I got a pair of white Sneakers and I designed them with sharpies ^_^
But yeah...
BYE :D