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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore  
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

       all of the things
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite  
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I
Dry Spell   I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
  fleeting,
        evaporating
              through the cracks of
      my fingers and high

             above my head.
  I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
    words,
         silences,
              or actions
   could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
     all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
              or stretched
                       so far
           that it dissolves into non-being.
 I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
When... But...When I was younger, we held hands and we had fun,
But now that I'm older, I see you and that's all gone.

When I was younger, I got hurt and you were there,
But now that I'm older, you're not there to pick me up.

When we were younger, we had our fun, we were friends,
When we were younger, I knew you and you knew me,
But now we're older, you're just one of those faces,
And now that we're older, we have drifted apart.

When I was younger, I looked to you and saw it all,
But now that I'm older, I'm just a broken record.

You're such a preety thing, and I'm not your lover,
Please don't forget, I remember those times together...
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Strangle me my lovedWhy is it always me who break the heart?
Why can't I realize it already from the start,
that you won't be the one to sit in my lap in my final days
that you instead in my eye is a dart?
This last time I do not regret,
This last time I without effort will forget.
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still could, never might.
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I'
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I don't know what is happening,
why are things this way?
Why can't we make it simple,
Why is everything so far away?

Would someone just appear
And stimulate my senses?
Before I loose my self
In the things I carry on my shoulders.
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I still can't forgive
Myself for being a filth
I still feel much guilt
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Kun ruohikot taas näyttäytyvät, lintujen lauluja
Katoan noin vuotta nuoremmaksi,
Muistojen ja tuskan haltuun.

Ei taida pääni kestää enää kauaa,
Ruohikon vihertyminen repii minut palasiksi.
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josta on juuri terä vapautettu.
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En tule tuntemaan sitä enään.
Älä väritä maailmaa
Jätä kylmyys, haluan paleltua
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Boredom is an aspect of me

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Everything I do makes me feel like I should just give it up
This life hasn't for a while let me feel like living it up
Everything just seems so boring, a bullet would spice it up
I swear if I try I'd see myself just fucking give it up

One day you came, you smiled and said that I'm so good
Next day I'm to you worth less than a meal of fast food
You didn't even care enough to make yourself understood
I don't seem to be the first one whose brain you elude

But that's not all that bothers me
Chaotic days of my life must've faded another reality
But this boredom drives me much closer to insanity
Than any fish I've met in this sea
Really hate this aspect of me
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*AngelsDead Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
</3 daah will be allright :D
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~SudenKaamos Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Haha I know I was just angry when I havn't gotten anything done lately and I've become so bored I don't even want to do anything but I wrote this one :D

BTW, skype stopped letting me send messages
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*AngelsDead Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
uh weird :/


and you should feel angry and useless..
if you bored then can you draw?
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~SudenKaamos Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Well that's a half truth since I havn't been on sky p e in 2 weeks but last time it failed....

I have a theory that I'm just in loss of creativity so I'm just watching movies and reading for the moment :P
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*AngelsDead Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
theeh that's also a smart move ;)

xD
Idk.. Im really messed up a bit, really tired and happy and sad and insecure all in the same time.. but I've got 65 drawing to make for a commission so I've got enough to do :D
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~SudenKaamos Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Shit, it's wierd when these sad periods come from nowhere :P Haha yep, the good thing with that is that you're not allowed to fail
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*AngelsDead Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thehe you think soo? Im allowed to fail even with commissions aslong you try your hardest :D

meh true;) but they do also dissapear !
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~SudenKaamos Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
You sure you really can do it? I mean I*ve heard its not the easiest thing to fail stuff, it's even harder than breathing!

Yep, pretty much so too so it's checkmate! :D
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