The sound of tires on rain-soaked road
Suggests a day of hot tea
And pensive laziness;
Of blankets
And vivid recollections.
For me, rain is a muted pattering
On leaves outside my window.
For the birds, it is singing
Invigorated pleasure
While shaking out their feathers.
The wind is electrified as life and sound
Relax into a repetitive murmur.
I relapse into thoughts about you.
The space between us seems to yawn
As time slows
And divides our worlds apart.
You are as far away as yesterday.
I am a messenger from your tomorrow,
Here to assure you
That your sun will rise.
Connected only by sincerities
And furtive promises,
They speak in winding labyrinths
And words that hang like clouds,
As their minds grow pregnant with raw
And smoke-stained visions.
Veins of thought, poignant or agitated,
Gleam like unused blades.
A dialect saved for secrets;
A shifting reflection
Of their perception;
And lying somewhere between the first and last line,
The dirtiest miner finds a stone;
Some eyes stutter and fall behind.
The thinkers solve for x and watch
The vine uncoil and flourish,
Collecting shy and coloured buds
That peak out behind the leaves;
Each one a word submitting to gravity;
Each one a word and
A piece of the reflection;
Each piece a flicker o
GREEN VELVET
Mossy stones,
cold and damp under my curious feet,
creeping and disillusioned;
Steamy dew-drops lacing leaves of emerald;
wings weighed down and trembling;
A carpet of golden leaves,
dead and brittle, breathing up under my feet;
the smell of green wavers round my ankles;
The woods breathe me in and out,
and the evidence of rain
disappears
under the layer of Autumn that smothers the ground.
GREEN VELVET
Mossy stones,
cold and damp under my curious feet,
creeping and disillusioned;
Steamy dew-drops lacing leaves of emerald;
wings weighed down and trembling;
A carpet of golden leaves,
dead and brittle, breathing up under my feet;
the smell of green wavers round my ankles;
The woods breathe me in and out,
and the evidence of rain
disappears
under the layer of Autumn that smothers the ground.
They speak in winding labyrinths
And words that hang like clouds,
As their minds grow pregnant with raw
And smoke-stained visions.
Veins of thought, poignant or agitated,
Gleam like unused blades.
A dialect saved for secrets;
A shifting reflection
Of their perception;
And lying somewhere between the first and last line,
The dirtiest miner finds a stone;
Some eyes stutter and fall behind.
The thinkers solve for x and watch
The vine uncoil and flourish,
Collecting shy and coloured buds
That peak out behind the leaves;
Each one a word submitting to gravity;
Each one a word and
A piece of the reflection;
Each piece a flicker o
The sound of tires on rain-soaked road
Suggests a day of hot tea
And pensive laziness;
Of blankets
And vivid recollections.
For me, rain is a muted pattering
On leaves outside my window.
For the birds, it is singing
Invigorated pleasure
While shaking out their feathers.
The wind is electrified as life and sound
Relax into a repetitive murmur.
I relapse into thoughts about you.
The space between us seems to yawn
As time slows
And divides our worlds apart.
You are as far away as yesterday.
I am a messenger from your tomorrow,
Here to assure you
That your sun will rise.
Connected only by sincerities
And furtive promises,
Current Residence: Australia Favourite genre of music: don't know anymore Favourite style of art: dark, surreal etc. Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: winamp Personal Quote: "I'm not living, I'm just killing time."
well this is my first journal entry and I shall tell that I am actually working on something which I think is going to take me a long time. Figuring out airbrushing etc as I go along, but humbly I am happy with what I've done of it so far which includes a (i think a pretty cool) old tree and a being which we'll see if it stays, but the piece is actually to go with this short prose I wrote... So hopefully I won't give up; I 've sort of given myself quite a difficult task considering I've never done anything like this before... so maybe sometime in the indefinite future there will be something new in my little gallery :P