eyes which do not focus
   on the world around me
and I remain alone
   wrapping myself in sound
   to hide from the day's silence
wind blows clean these hollow spaces
   sun bleaches dry unfriendly faces

bleaches ( Read more... )

a sketch of something I've been meaning to draw out in full for awhile...

..if you can't read my scrawl, just as well, saves the surprise for whenever I *do* draw it. XD

dreams concealed on the fringes of existance ( Read more... )

the webs of your tangled dreams ( Read more... )

"Good artists copy, great artists steal." - Picassorevolution ( Read more... )

corners long-forgotten ( Read more... )

eyes I dare not meet ( Read more... )

The sky lies flat and solid as a sheet of paper, a backdrop to the summer-green filigree of leaves and branches. Old stone and young eyes; a song germinates in the warmth of your heart, but its winding vines elude your mind and you cannot quite catch hold of it. As things foretold, your dreams drift away between your fingers, hands outstretched ( Read more... )

"[...]love is not fashionable anymore, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I rememmber myself once --- But no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past."
                 -from "The Remarkable Rocket," Oscar Wilde

"Why, anybody can have ( Read more... )

"So we all hate Bush now, that's the cool thing to do." - someone in my philosophy class (Kristen?)wings caught on a corner outstretched ( Read more... )