Sunday, May 11, 2008

First Frames

the day was
the day was,..,
i will be,.,,.never is the to be feeling .,.,.,
lost is the ground,..,
knowing time ..,i seek,.,.




Unknown paths

rooms feel square,,
i rest ,,i lay,,slightly loving the phase,the name,,
lost lay some world in the beauty,,\
dipped in the void.,,.
i feel saturday.,,,,





Pour out

Existing in this fake world
our feeble souls cry ashes
beneath the filth our jealous jewels shine
slant lay our backs on addiction
our mind floats in hopeless corners
and
the guiltless honesty is the weary cloth we drape in,.,.,.


.,,.


the why of things and some other times has always been.,,.
never the bother.
the repetitive staircase haunts every that passes by
the sun is there every evening ,
for the world to just be!,,.
no longer the air
the soil around now contains me,,.and the weeds grow on their own,..,
.,the so called my sky does not ,.,.
fancy never the glitters,.,they are made of water
i lizared away the happiness,..for the joy of it all.,,.


All from my deviantart gallery and journal

1 comment:

Anks said...

loved the lattice and the cycle shots...