I'm not sure what's next for me creatively; but I'm not concerned 'cos it'd be impossible to experience writer's/artist's block given what, and who, I have right now.


SiameseYour pain is my pain Shared agony; shared ecstasy We share everything We are as oneSiamese
Melded, intertwined Inseparable Siamese; to remove one Would surely prove fatal
Fatal attraction? If I were to die this moment I would be safe in the knowledge I had truly lived And truly loved, for the first time
The life you gave The life I can give The life we will create Together
Moving in me As you moved in me Because of you I have everything


In Bloom"You're blooming." He said, And I wondered if the time had come If he knew before I knew If that deeper thought had even crossed his mindIn Bloom
It made my heart swell with a kind of anticipatory pride I've always known I can do this, will do this But the immediacy of the moment finally dawning is atomic
The gravity of the gravidity is never lost on me I've never been so glad, so grateful to be a woman as I am now The timeless gift I can bring to the world To you, to us, by us, through us
And it will bind us ever closer Our blood, our essence, given form &nb


GoldenIcarus-gold Bond girls; etched in shining leaf Is the man with the golden gun atop the cliff? Out of the picture What made the women fly? Up and over stormy waters Tumultuous, tempestuous Impulsive; irreverent A mirror of the aerialists High above; overreaching themselves? Or so confident, so graceful That nothing and no-one can impede their glorious flight To infinity, and beyond Bathed in glittering light Basking in its tawny glow Reveling in it with breathtaking exuberance Sheer delight in their freedom, in life Taking wing, gliding aboveGolden


RageRage smolders; then ignites Blistering the souls of all it touches Scalding; we retract sharply Left clutching mottled woundsRage
Eyes continue to blaze Just as the flames lick away under my skin Slowly becoming a charred husk So blackened, so scarred
Do I render myself to dust? Setting myself ablaze A perverse funeral pyre An inferno that truly lives
And perpetuates itself Masochistic, vengeful Anger a vehicle for fear, self-doubt Self-flagellation
Our race learned to be wary of fire But also to control it, to use it
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In the Shadow of the Valley of Death,
slit our wrists and send us to heaven.
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I had a dream. Crazy dream.
Anything I wanted to know, any place I needed to go
Hear my song. People won't you listen now? Sing along.
You don't know what you're missing now.
Any little song that you know
Everything that's small has to grow.
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Travis
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