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Humanities was a cop-out subjectI have a mountain range lining
the inside of the pocket of my
hot air fed proclamations and
self-righteous brass judgements,
where alloys are deemed half-
breeds beneath bronze casts of
glory stained fool's-gold, watch
the rush, feel the rush, breathe
the rush, join the rush for riches
beyond your wildest dreams
left dangling over the abysmal
dismay, despair, disappointment
of the just-out-of-reach and
you-seriously-believed us
                                  [ naïve imbecile ]
Affinity meets ivory tectonics in
the depths of a glacial southern
tundra, winds howling, wolves
howling the chorus of the lonely
in an equally desolate wasteland,
anxiety driven hearts beating in
steady unison; it won’t hurt if
you pretend it’s not there and it
won’t draw grief if you pretend
you don’t care, and these teeth
continue gnawing at vulnerability
       
Apparently glitter bombs and funerals don't mixi.
Don't think I'll even try to sleep tonight, not
gonna lay alone in the dark and wait for the
projector to flicker yet another silent movie
inside itchy, burning eyelids, not gonna curl
trembling beneath navy sheets, frightened
heart clawing through ribs, lungs prolapsing
up my constricted oesophagus and the bear-
trap teeth between which jelly tongue drips
rosé, no, I think I'd rather stay awake and
alert and where the nightmares have a lesser
grip and it's not like I was ever going to sleep
     anyway.
ii.
Take a deep breath and pop another pill,
you know it might kill you but it’s worth the
momentary rest, the capacity to think, the
inability to feel, the temporary still before
thunder grasps your soles and wasps sting
your palms, the lightning will miss, it always
misses, it has to miss yet glowing tendrils
still creep up your forearm as ombre scars
of disconnection, pop another pill, maybe
another two to be safe, need to breathe
need to sleep don
Let's have a race, have a race, have a raceAnd see who is the fastest, and
peer out the window at enormous
mountains, long road, green-grey
blur, rock pool crab attack fall one
giggling one pouting two worried
sun warm kisses, Harold gloats
flies high clear blue sky, she has
sea shells on the back car seat
and he cowers at the monsters
hiding within, blue hue flecked
curtains grey dusk, exhausting
mountain climb misty summit,
memories tangle timelines blur,
rewind end with navy biro and
press play for side two to begin.
***Prompt from TheseWingsofDarkness : Cassette tape

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PaW #52: Gneiss (Grand Finale)Pay no attention to the leeches
Though they crawl up this protolith
Sucking blood through igneous exoskeleton
The beggars will not eat today
But their lights shall be on
And in time, you may find...
That while the park may be full
When you’re in there
Scopophobia will be all but obsolete
‘Till the choreography is forgotten
I saw the vultures today
How emaciated, they have become
Ribcages thru the rind – under duress
Mayhaps your escape was convenient
This path is long and winding
And it will contort further if you persist
Do not bend with it
And stay familiar and overwhelmingly warm
Chattering like magma in its wake
A puppet dancing free of his strings
You have come this far
The point of no return cannot be seen behind you
Now swallow the poison
And embrace the tidal wave...
White wallsThese four blank walls, reality condemned
Je n'en sors jamais indemne
Don't hold me in its grasp
Don't make me face the past
Ne me vois pas, je ne suis là
que pour faire passer le message
One, two, three, thousand visages
All of them bearing oxygen
Redemption
Attention à la marche avant
Sous une pluie de goudron et de sang
Mais au moins maintenant
Ces murs ne seront plus blancs.
2015-194 EvensongMy friend Rebecca Michelle TheEmptyChest asked if I were to write the story of my life, what I would title it. The title I was thinking of was 'Holding onto Hope' or something along those lines. But 'Evensong' would work well, too, or perhaps better.
Evensong, or Compline as my Roman Catholic sisters and brothers name it, is the closing prayer of the day before retiring. It is a time to reflect upon the day, what has gone well and what has not, what blessing I may give thanks for, and what misdeeds I need to confess to God so that I can sleep with conscience clear.
Psalm 91 is the psalm for Sunday evening. "The one who dwells in the shelter of the Most High and abides in the shade of the Almighty says to the Lord, 'My refuge, my stronghold, my God in whom I trust.'"
Psalm 91 used to bother me because, on the surface level, it is simply not true. God's people do suffer, and all too often they suffer specifically because they are God's people. Then I realized that those who suffer most
In bothLife
Death
Neither
Can save
Us
Neither
Is appealing
But
In both
I'll be
With you
Brush Stroke Discoveriesthe sunset is not complete without tomorrow,
the flight of the bird is not complete without another flutter, and another;
a massage is not complete without enduring repeat strokes
the knots in your heart and the songbrush of your hands repeat and repeat:
a much deserved catharsis.
Honouring Christmas in a War ZoneHonouring Christmas in a War Zone
22-12-15
I don’t know you well, so all I can say
Is that I hope you stay well on this Christmas day.
I don’t know if you celebrate, or if memories will
Come with destruction and render you still.
I don’t know you much really, so all that I know
Is that you’ve been through hell ,and sometimes reached out to those
Around you for love, support and kind care;
Oh I wish I was like them, but I am not there.
I don’t know much about you, ‘cept your name and some ills
Like depression and others, those paying the bills
With memories and madness, with perversion and pain;
I do hope that for one moment in peace you’ll remain.
Christmas means a lot of things to each and every one,
For me it’s dulled and dented by the loss of James, my son.
I don’t know what memories haunt Christmas time for you,
But I hope you know we’re here whatever they may do
To remind you of your failures and remind you
BeaconYou are still a shining angel. She DaresShe Dares
September 23, 2017
SheDares to live, not just exist.
She dares to thrive loudly; to be boldly,
proudly, unabashedly, unapologetically alive.
She dares and
no one could ever take
that away from her.

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Journal Entry: Thu Dec 6, 2018, 7:49 AM

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:heart: Thank you whoever gifted me the core :heart:

:heart: The generosity of people on here makes my heart happy :heart:

:heart: I hope you all have a wonderful day :heart:


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Does anyone remember when dA usually starts their buy 1 get 1 free on Core membership? Seem to remember it's around this time of year...

It's just I still want it (use too many of the features to not have it), but it's gone up by £10 since I last bought it, and my finances aren't quite as secure right now :O

Probably gonna get it regardless, but I only have 2 weeks left so gotta sort it pretty soon ^^;


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KaidokJ Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2018   Digital Artist
Thanks for the llama :happybounce:

I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama? :shakefist:

Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.

*End of cue card*

And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.

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AshleyxBrooke Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
Hey there! :la:

Nice art :wow:  If you're ever looking to share your work with other people, live, you should check out #ThumbHub on dAmn (Did you know we had a chat system!? A lot of people don't :( ) We get a lot of great artists popping in to share their work and it varies from Traditional art, to photography, to poetry :) Also a great place to gain more exposure for your art AND to make some new friends xx


Hope to see you there some time :heart:

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chriseastmids Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
as always Jenny many thanks for the fave ad :glomp:
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Suvi-Iloa Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey :) Just wanted to tell you how much I adore `the Fragments´ and how powerful they are.
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
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