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The Lonely Dance.

 

A starless skirt that dances
Sublime exposition.
Rosed lips of poison
Ambrosial apple.
Sun-stained locks
Spiderweb of goddesses.

A blighted riddle
Beyond the twinkling globes
Cries
The foolish plea.

Dance with me, 
dear moonlight.
Spin the stars around us.
Don't let the blooming sun.
Destroy us.

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2 hours ago, glfinding said:

Appreciate it velvet. Posted up on other forum. Was not recieved well. I was kinda upset. But i get it. I sound crazy. Maybe one day i will write something happy. 

Well. I really liked it. It spoke to me very deeply. So forget about them! 😉

No crazier than anyone else. Write whatever speaks to you! 

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How do your roots grow in the mold?
You told me the soil was fresh.

Your leaves brushed through my hair.
They combed the knots underneath.
They tangled the locks as they twisted in the wind.

How do your branches not bend?
I told you the sun-lit crown was damaged..

 

3:18am. Apparently I'm in some kind of mood. Brain won't stop thinking of situations and emotions as nature. 🤔

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Look me in the eyes
Stare into the emerald abyss
With a lemon ring of fire
Circling the well of dirt

Sunflowers in my hand
Thorns cling to the stems
But they're not your favorite
Oh misdirected sun

The weedy dandelion
Yellow sprouts in a day
You like simplicity
As a black thumb
Lacks tenderness

Wrapped in barbs
Reaching for the roots
I thought my favorite thing
Lived in the puzzles

Checkmate my friend
The sunflowers never win
Weeds overpower
As the sour greens crumbled to the earth

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Your song.

Unknown quakes rumble in the deep
Under God's avenging waves
There aren't enough oxygen tanks for him to chart the song
Though it trembles to be heard
Must she sing in the dark
To be heard by her own ears
When he promises to be there for the matinee

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When I harm, When I cry

Your starlight silhouette
Guided me to the center
The core
The crux
Of time
Where the atoms vibrated
In concert with the rest
We laid in peace
Pulsing together.
The world disintegrated when the sun woke
Shining on the falls of yesterday.

 

 

 

That's it. Thus concludes my Friday-centic, imbalanced, and musically-tainted ramblings. My mind was possessed tonight, and I could only think in lines. Probably all trash. 🤷

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He stood before galaxies
And captured the sparkling dust in a jar
As he did with fireflies
When he ran through the tall grass behind a tired sun.

He didn't know then
That dust belonged to her
It dripped and drifted 
When it's crestfallen universe collapsed in the dark.

As the fireflies of a bygone era suffered
The abuses of a curious stranger
Her celestial sparks withered
As his jar laid
Abandoned in the frost-tipped grass
While he ran from the blustery chill to fire inside.

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I liked you, you know
As I did you, and you, and you
And you
Sparked a match on my thigh against the moonless chill

I thought we'd savor the warmth 
Huddled together in the flames

Every fire burns the relics of life
Shriveled and dehydrated
And I stood before you bare
Sparked and flaming

You thought fires were fun
And needed to start another

The flesh of my thigh raw and spent
It's of no use to another match.

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On  the precipice of my cells lie another place,
Teaching me the meaning of another person,
Woven in my innards with worms I procreate,
Into the ground they abide my lesson to worsen,

Alive inside me I'm still no closer to ancient history,
Looking into it's map of the night sky I recognize,
Constellations of God's disgust upon you and me,
Reprise that the flesh is willing but the spirit dies,

There is an obvious space between my electrons,
And the dawn that spawns another revolution on.

 

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Pressed against my pen lies a body of material thought,

Addicted to my attic space I look for the verbage of ascendancy,

Focused on what I might get once the audience has not,

Right up in a face I write the elecric internet effigy,

 

Describing the foundation of my philosophical core,

Feeling what I must, it must be some kind of divination plan,

Focused for when I close my eyes and then open the door,

Put it to paragraph marking this place to be a part of my hand,

 

 

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Decluttering and threw out some high school art I did. This was probably the best of the lot. Can't remember when I did it and no emotional attachment tho.

I have such a hard time getting rid of art, stuff I've written, even though a lot of times it makes me embarrassed to read or look at again...

 

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I hope it's okay to just link to my gallery. I just uploaded 7 new paintings and it's really annoying to link individually from my phone!

https://www.depressionforums.org/forums/gallery/album/1408-me-and-my-life/

These encompass my painting activity since the last time I posted paintings a couple months ago, all except one of sunflowers, which was done specifically for someone.

Aside from the snow leopard, I've been veering straight into abstract. It's just fun and soothing. 😊

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On 8/11/2018 at 2:56 PM, Kogent5 said:

I have such a hard time getting rid of art, stuff I've written, even though a lot of times it makes me embarrassed to read or look at again...

I agree with this completely. I'm usually completely embarrassed by my art and writing. But I'm trying to show it all anyway and figure out how to get some confidence and pride in myself, haha.

Lovely painting, though! I really like it!

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Fleeting with our universe,
Are the rocks that built us,
Electric in their isolation,
Concrete in their energy,
How much of my cigarette,
Came from a star?
Wondering how things,
Seem to simply separate you,
From me, praise the stench,
From the words I put through,
A meat grinder avalanche,
Sweating me like an early morning,
Learning from the mourning,
Disconcerting my hyper vigilance,
With the eyes of Angels from above,
Does their vision stretch the entire sky?
 


 

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Casting the reflection of my words,

Of the things that give birth to thought,

A moment at a time for each syllable,

I can tell you the things I never forgot,

 

Silver line synergy harness the darkness,

Finding your lack of faith disturbing,

Picture isn't perfect eye for an eye,

Heart to heart focused idea turning,

 

Holding it inside my endless paragraph,

Seperating it for a single time in space,

Seems to be getting me into stream,

Moving me into my favorite place,

 

Psychic decision romantic victim,

Tear this into another one released,

Put it inside and send it up higher,

Acknowledged recently deceased,

 

Stay in the moment but fleet away,

Orbit in rotation of the burning light,

Does the verbiage sound colorful,

Insightful a second too soon tonight.

 

 

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I buckle ‘em up so tight in the backseat, just in case

I only cry when I know they can’t see my face

Don’t want to let them see their mother’s shattered heart

So I close the doors and turn away and fall apart

Sometimes I want to scream but I can’t breathe

Sometimes the tears stream as cars weave

Sometimes my head gets so dizzy that I can’t see

Sometimes I wish the wheel would slip and  it would end me

So I buckle ‘em up tight in the backseat, just in case

Just in case... just in case

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