shut downI don't write poetry anymore. Some awful things happened and I can't write anymore.
I might come back to it sometime, if I ever feel the spark again.
Art/Photography: =vannibal
x vanibs.
PianoShe found people to be a sort of pleasant distraction, animatronic aliens that bustled in and out of her life like so many piano interludes that she had played once, as a little girl, hands held gingerly over the ivory keys, afraid of striking a wrong note, afraid of being struck with a ruler across her delicate knuckles. She waited for the self-destruction of the human race, filling the space in between with sonatas and black and white keys. She lived in a large white house all by herself. No-one knew how she supported herself, or how she could have ever afforded the grand piano displayed in her living room. No visitors crossed hePiano
hatethere is acid in my heart; burning lead and bilehate
fill my chest cavity like septic blood until i can no longer breathe and i drown in my own hatred sinking below the surface dragged down by the toxic metal in my chest, the black ink that
pulses through my veins. with each epithet i scream i vomit gouts of thick hot rage and burning rivers of frustration and fire and self-loathing and hate stream down my cheeks &
i. love. you.i. love. you. & i can't think of any other way to say it: love-you-i. love-i-you. you-i-love; but no other wording packs a punch the way "i love you" always doesi. love. you.
i. love. you. & sometimes you make me want to tear out my fingernails & sometimes you make me want to scream at the sky & sometimes you make me want to jump out a window & mostly you make me feel butterflies in my stomach.
i. love. you. & you make me want to write dumb poetry that doesn't make any sense and doesn't rhyme & tries to be artistic but fails miserably and comes off cheap. &nb
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Richard - R Young Art (Original artwork and signed gicleé prints are available via my website)
I very appreciate it!
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"Shhh... I'm about to defy you.."
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outside, inside, this is the moon without a tide;
we'll build a fire in your eyes,
we'll build a fire when the cover's getting brighter,
cold desire makes the moon without a tide
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"Though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there" ap
thanks for the fave, also. i've been checking out your work, and i thought it very good. keep it up!
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-Why can't you hold me and never let go
When you touch me it is me that you own
Pretty baby oh the place that you hold in my heart
Would you break it apart again... oh pretty baby
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