the split the spread the threadyou were standing in the lamplight with all the grace and incident of the black seaMore Like This
and i sat with a scrape of skin pressing into the carpet uncomfortably.
a shift of light moved us quietly into arms, some forgotten touch newly placed.
the only stirring in all the world was the moving of our chests
which at their crests would touch—a faithful mythology of meeting.
titular gestures carried italics and lost their momentum mid-air.
we were xerics of this arid landscape brimmed with sea air.
the shifts of light moving our bodies glared ceremoniously,
our puckering sensations forming a stunning tear.
we danced as statues with flesh and touch
more soft and real than our real bodies ever had
and covered the subway floor with our gritty concrete shards
—a bloom of breaking that spread and mixed and marked
that linoleum floor, grounded stone(fire)works.
a warm and gathered silence of togetherness.
the still beat of murk.
Finding Treasures Under the StarsIn a moment of peaceMore Like This
When the journey is over
stones become castles
soft sheets.i feel your chest,More Like This
its deep breaths on my back:
the shiny tack
of this noisy homes back.
only a few degrees, rainy and
grainy and blue
how can there be better things ahead
outside of this bed
and ravenous gloom
in this noisy home
where we're free to roam
as the church bells groan
where we chew our food.
almost half subdued,
where our years are rightly gained.
Prologue: the Neglected ArtistWinter, 2012More Like This
The room is far from bare and empty, but the tenderness of another presence is long past gone. He sits, looking at a harsh light until he staggers. Sipping away his problems. Getting distracted easily. Far from bare and empty, there is fuddle, mess, shackles of laziness and ignorance. (Perhaps fear, too)
The boy, ash-ridden, and no longer a boy, stares at the clock, fervently. Thinking that, if he stares at it long enough, believes hard enough, that it'll reverse. But you know it won't, dear. For you've made him realize how there is no hope for the boy. A dim ceiling fan murks around the grey, easing itself towards a small canopy of dust and restarts. Floors, covered by useless things, collected over the years, kept only because of how well they can remind someone of things. Triggers, sentimentality, damn it all, fuck it all. (If he stares at the objects he keeps for too long, he knows he will start crying.) Even if he just sees you.. he'll make sure you
Feature of December January February:iconbouquetplz:Featured artworks of December, January and FebruaryMore Like This
Angry birds by BogdanBoev
Lynx by catman-suhaKanha NP 04 by catman-suha
Birds of a Feather by alexgphoto
Once We All Fall Asleep by ZsofiaGyukerScoiattolo - commission by selvatico3Rhinoceros by AmBr0
Horse() by Yelena2811
EARLY THAW-SNOW LEOPARD by MartinWilneffTurning the World Upside-Down by Keraani
Siberian Tiger 2 by shonechacko
Red by RaipunWood Ducks by eidolic
Eurasian Lynx by Sarahharas07
Enchanted by pamslaats
:iconpawbanner2::iconroyalphaseMplz::iconroyalphaseAplz: be mesmerized...
No. 3 journal, with Quotes and Features.Hi to all journal readers,More Like This
-Small update ! Friday to the hospital for the Kidney stone (ESWL), so do the journal today, since I don’t think I feel like writing a journal afterwards.
"ESWL is the most common way of treating kidney stones that cannot be passed in the urine.
It involves using X-rays (high-energy radiation) or ultrasound (high-frequency sound waves) to pin-point where a kidney stone is. A machine then sends shock waves of energy to the stone to break it into smaller pieces so it can be passed in your urine.
ESWL can be an uncomfortable form of treatment, so it is usually performed after giving painkilling medication."
Blessed be and greetz len.
Quotes of the week are Random:
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
Ukraine 2014-03-01 updateUpdate 2014-03-03.More Like This
People who seized the building were brought from the nearby Russian city, Belgorod. A lot of buses with Belgorod numbers were noticed in Kharkiv. The Mayor is involved even if he will surely say he is not. Two of my dear lovely Samooborona guys died in the hospital yesterday.
PS. After having seized the building, the bandits went home. Their goal seems to be a mere imitation of a pro-Russian riot in Kharkiv. We need to close the Russian border and to stop Russian broadcasting in Ukraine.
SEE THE EVENT YOURSELF
Kharkiv, Ukraine: KhODA administrative building seized by Russian bandits.
2014, March 01
http://youtu.be/nrKNxzOqRxU one of our guys is being dragged out
http://youtu.be/si1tY8Bum6c a policeman can be seen giving orders to the bandits
http://youtu.be/_BkoJR-FVe8 they celebrate their victory unde