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Various Artists Artwork September-2012
10. Maerz 2012 by Filterkaffeeholiday still life.. by pstoev
"Bescheuert 1" by blakewoodthe dream that I never wanted by Sanyai90Food for thought by MissUmlaut2012-04-20_1334961305 by crossfading"Bescheuert 1" by blakewoodFood for thought by MissUmlaut
Food for thought by MissUmlaut"Bescheuert 1" by blakewood2012-04-20_1334961305 by crossfadingFood for thought by MissUmlautthe dream that I never wanted by Sanyai90"Bescheuert 1" by blakewood
"Bescheuert 2" by blakewoodCUT N PASTE by maxbalThe Face Behind the Door by TheFriedCabbage"Bescheuert 2" by blakewoodCUT N PASTE by maxbalThe Face Behind the Door by TheFriedCabbage
The Face Behind the Door by TheFriedCabbageCUT N PASTE by maxbal"Bescheuert 2" by blakewoodThe Face Behind the Door by TheFriedCabbageCUT N PASTE by maxbal"Bescheuert 2" by blakewood
by: marjasart, blakewood, Filtterkaffe, Pstoev, Sangyai90, MissUmlaut, maxbal and TheFriendCabbage
Thank you to all artists who has created this beutiful work, so I, and all on dA who vist my profile can see them.
I Hear...At night I hear the trees cry,
The pretty flowers dying
A beautiful tragedy.
At night I hear the birds sleep,
The stars speaking
To my lonely heart.
When sleep finally passes
Night morphs into day
And I can hear the sun screaming.
The stars dissipate, the trees dance,
Birds awake from slumber,
And the flowers come alive.
Heart's FireYou have lit my heart's wick
Setting it ablaze with fiery passion
Burning from inside out.
The warmth spreads like a wildfire,
Showing no mercy in it's wake.
From chest cavity to toetips
Burning shades of crimson-orange delight.
Only you can blow out the fire of my heart
For you are the one who ignited its desire.
Papered HeartsI cut out paper figures
From the pages of my heart.
They turn into dust,
Broken GlassI almost allowed myself to love you
But I'm glad I didn't fall
Because instead of pretty roses
I got thorns and broken glass.
Love is a gambleLove is a subconscious gamble, with your fragile heart at stake,
To pursue its indeterminate desire, conscious or not, that it may break.
Ace, joker, queen or king? Whos to know who will win?
In this unpredictable game of love, with players overcome by desperation,
In a game where even clever tactics fail. Win or lose? Thoughts derail.
For whos to blame if you lose the game?
The opponent or the gambler?
The heartbreaker or the lover?
We can only ever hope to win, in this game of wishful sins.
For what we may gain, may just be the greatest fortune that can ever come into our lives.
Just RightYou held my hand just right and we fitted together like hand to glove.
You held me just right and we fitted together like fitted sheet to bed.
You kissed me just right and we fitted together like peanut butter to mouth.
You loved me just right and we fitted together...
No words left to describe that four lettered word.
I love you is 8 letters long but so is bullshit.
I guess togetherness was over rated just like love.
Lock Me Away
Lock me away inside your heart's encasings.
Throw away the key into the ocean's depths.
The key getting lost within the dust and algae.
Hoping it will never again be found.
Lock me away into your memory
Where I will be burned for eternity.
Never will you rid me and the memories
We once shared as one.
Lock me into your lips in a lip lock
That will last longer than time.
Growing old, world going dark as the sun dies out.
Lips super glued together as we get lost.
Lock me into your soul where no one
Can cut me away once I start to threaten your health.
Hold me close, never letting me fall
Backwards into the ocean's fury.
Cut You Away
I thought I could cut you away
From my heart, memories, and soul
But the small fragments of you were
So far embedded I couldn't pry you out.
Like a stubborn weed in a beautiful garden
You refused to budge and come out.
So I left you there because I got weak from trying.
I thought I could cut you away
But instead I am left with a
Bloody mess on tiled floors.
Used clean white towels to wipe up the blood
And I swear I saw fragments of you
Smiling up at me mocking me.
So I cut even deeper just to rid myself of you.
I thought I could cut you away
But am left with scarred wrists.
No feeling left in my chest cavity
That once was a safe haven
For my fragile heart.
But it didn't survive the heart break abuse
That it sustained a thousand times over again.
FlagMy flag was steeped in the red dye.
I was laying it on my knees,
and after that I was lifting it to my face, absorbing its smell.
I was holding her close and I was falling asleep with her.
She was a duvet, my shelter
my shield protecting me (no monster from behind the door could harm me).
It was warm, pretty pleasant
and I was happy, that it was with me, that it was stroking my hair.
Now I see it flaunting,
and I wish I could touch it;
it's far away and at most I can only brush it with my pads.
It will hurt me a bit, the blood drops will appear -
and I will nurse a grievance, that it doesn't remember me.
I'm sad, flag, thay you've spurned me so much,
that I always was for you only a little dot, one from many
I'm still a little child -
and I miss you, flag.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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