| you're only coming through in waves. |
jonathanhe made a newspaper sailboat, even when all forcasts pronounced a dark and drenched day. he's made many other things before, lakes out of puddles, oceans out of ponds,jonathan
(this is my final solution: exterminate the rotting sparrows chittering violently in your xylophone ribs.
each time i hit you a new song is played, a horribly beautiful melody to chipped red paint.
each new place where the butt of my knife hits you belts out a different shade of maroon, the song of a siren, dr
meep.the embers of sleep have long since been put out, and the waltz of nonsense colors and conflicts fall in a flurry before my eyes, i wring my hands in knots as newspaper watercrafts hit the moquito-infested water.meep.
sometimes their paper-thin resolve muddles the ink, but there's always the few that remain drenched in wait, for some curious stranger to bend and marvel at. why, would you look at that, some really to make it all the way to the other side, at least for today.
sail the skytoday.sail the sky
i took an ungrateful loaf of concrete
in my left hand, and in the other,
my dormant heart, and tossed them, up. dull slate and angry red,
into the
azul,
the colors would mix & i would have to climb up my own
veins like pulsating ropes, lower my anchor,
so that even in the beautiful moment of bleeding into the sky, i remain among the slate of
grey.
people as places as peoplesounds like guns with blasts eager and infective raided the pollution around her. she's soaked her sleeves again, deep wading through the thin paper ghosts of belief.people as places as people
my sleep is invaded by straw hair and whirlpool eyes, my once clear vision has been thrawted by the merciless sun in the sky. i am the resistance of the brave streaks of clouds, clinging on to my corner of the ceiling. i pulled through sheer colors and lacey ghosts, yeah i fought them all with the blood caked between nails and parchment skin- the leaves crackle beneath me, the world so pale and gossamer stained with a small girl's ambitions, and her fingers tap thr
| you're only coming through in waves. |
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Digital Art, Art & Web Design · Photography · Henna
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My Insides Are Made Of Marshmallows And Rainbows.
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