My thoughts at the moment. by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
My thoughts at the moment.
I once had this thought.
This thought that I dug a special little hole for -
and I buried it so far under the earth
that I could not even remember what it looked like after a while.
Because I thought that I had a sense of the order back then.Then one night - some catastrophe, some earthquake,
shook up my world to its' deepest roots.
And although I flew as high as can be imagined,
skimming the atmosphere with a sense of accomplishment,
my eyes were fixated on the earth. Where that thought,
Hurled itself in my face, so obvious...And now this thought taunts me from its' resting place.
Mocks my keening as I stand frozen in fear of the undeniab...
I am taking my break
and going down to Powell's
I am moving my break
with my legs
and a streetcar
down to the bookstore
from the fifth floor.
My stomach has only had a pear today
and I look like a baseball coach.
I see all the people
the maddening people
and I want to laugh aloud
for the enigmatic joy in their overtalkative
Craziness
their clog and sock-wearing
Laziness
their mumbling
cigarette smoking
cart pushing
faded
Wildness.
their too red
lip-smacking
Haziness -At least the sun is with me.
Real Dream Fiction - 19:12 by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Real Dream Fiction - 19:12
She could not get to sleep, It was unthinkable. She never had been able to rest on Christmas eve. Although now as an adult it was for very different reasons. She rolled over anxiously, the thoughts of what she should do about her situation spinning her constantly awake. But the medication began to work its heavy-handed magic and she found herself inevitablyAsleep.It was that dream again:
I am in a very brightly lit place, and I am squinting, my eyes have been watering and my face is kind of sticky. I can feel heavy things on my back, and I appear to be hanging from them like a rotten mango on a tree. It is very cold.I look down and all aro...
Wither you Walk my clock? by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Wither you Walk my clock?
Withering to pay the bills
Begging slowly your eyes
Touching eerily your skin
Slipping you forever to the "away"Like some scrupled bill
Laid under some doormat
To be trod upon by some......one.Or some five.Sometimes taking it to the ties
Means it more to see,
and such to hear.I have you back now my red leather demon bag.
With all of your guts for me to inventory
And sigh as I apply
My forever-missed
chap.
stick.
And wonder which gas I left on in which house.
Which turn I didn't dizzy myself in.
Which hour I was left unaccounted for.
In that apparent room.
To sleep to the television bouncing it's blue time up and around everything I could h...
Fair is a wonder to behold
Whether you are young or old
Fair is sweaty sunscreen
Deet
Citronello
surprisingly it is not patchoulli
It is full of beautiful people
And ugly people who are beautiful anyways
And people who are so beautiful that they probably aren't people and are actually wood nymphs
Fair is about being dirty, sweaty, hot, and itchy and not giving a flying fuck becauase it's FAIR
Fair is not fair, but it is joy anyways
Fair is sitting in fields until it gets light out and stumbling back to your tiny tent to get sober again.
Fair is taking three minute showers
Fair is taking twice as long to get anything done because you're swa...
Real life fiction 18:4 by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Real life fiction 18:4
She walked down the thin aisle, the perfect rows of books making a canyon which she pushed her cart along.
She could feel her pupils dilate as she absorbed the Dusty contentment of the volumes, but her eyes were drawn back down to the paper in her hand.SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s ...SE 168..... Got it!The book was on the top shelf so she jumped and grasped it's binding, feeling the barely-touched material and checking the journal number and article title. She heard vague footsteps somewhere off in the distance, but paid them no mind. This was her home, her element, there was never anything to fear in here. H...
My thoughts at the moment. by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
My thoughts at the moment.
I once had this thought.
This thought that I dug a special little hole for -
and I buried it so far under the earth
that I could not even remember what it looked like after a while.
Because I thought that I had a sense of the order back then.Then one night - some catastrophe, some earthquake,
shook up my world to its' deepest roots.
And although I flew as high as can be imagined,
skimming the atmosphere with a sense of accomplishment,
my eyes were fixated on the earth. Where that thought,
Hurled itself in my face, so obvious...And now this thought taunts me from its' resting place.
Mocks my keening as I stand frozen in fear of the undeniab...
I am taking my break
and going down to Powell's
I am moving my break
with my legs
and a streetcar
down to the bookstore
from the fifth floor.
My stomach has only had a pear today
and I look like a baseball coach.
I see all the people
the maddening people
and I want to laugh aloud
for the enigmatic joy in their overtalkative
Craziness
their clog and sock-wearing
Laziness
their mumbling
cigarette smoking
cart pushing
faded
Wildness.
their too red
lip-smacking
Haziness -At least the sun is with me.
Real Dream Fiction - 19:12 by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Real Dream Fiction - 19:12
She could not get to sleep, It was unthinkable. She never had been able to rest on Christmas eve. Although now as an adult it was for very different reasons. She rolled over anxiously, the thoughts of what she should do about her situation spinning her constantly awake. But the medication began to work its heavy-handed magic and she found herself inevitablyAsleep.It was that dream again:
I am in a very brightly lit place, and I am squinting, my eyes have been watering and my face is kind of sticky. I can feel heavy things on my back, and I appear to be hanging from them like a rotten mango on a tree. It is very cold.I look down and all aro...
Wither you Walk my clock? by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Wither you Walk my clock?
Withering to pay the bills
Begging slowly your eyes
Touching eerily your skin
Slipping you forever to the "away"Like some scrupled bill
Laid under some doormat
To be trod upon by some......one.Or some five.Sometimes taking it to the ties
Means it more to see,
and such to hear.I have you back now my red leather demon bag.
With all of your guts for me to inventory
And sigh as I apply
My forever-missed
chap.
stick.
And wonder which gas I left on in which house.
Which turn I didn't dizzy myself in.
Which hour I was left unaccounted for.
In that apparent room.
To sleep to the television bouncing it's blue time up and around everything I could h...
Fair is a wonder to behold
Whether you are young or old
Fair is sweaty sunscreen
Deet
Citronello
surprisingly it is not patchoulli
It is full of beautiful people
And ugly people who are beautiful anyways
And people who are so beautiful that they probably aren't people and are actually wood nymphs
Fair is about being dirty, sweaty, hot, and itchy and not giving a flying fuck becauase it's FAIR
Fair is not fair, but it is joy anyways
Fair is sitting in fields until it gets light out and stumbling back to your tiny tent to get sober again.
Fair is taking three minute showers
Fair is taking twice as long to get anything done because you're swa...
Real life fiction 18:4 by Yuri-Lawliet, literature
Literature
Real life fiction 18:4
She walked down the thin aisle, the perfect rows of books making a canyon which she pushed her cart along.
She could feel her pupils dilate as she absorbed the Dusty contentment of the volumes, but her eyes were drawn back down to the paper in her hand.SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s
SE 168. 58s ...SE 168..... Got it!The book was on the top shelf so she jumped and grasped it's binding, feeling the barely-touched material and checking the journal number and article title. She heard vague footsteps somewhere off in the distance, but paid them no mind. This was her home, her element, there was never anything to fear in here. H...
Current Residence: Oregon Favourite genre of music: Any Operating System: Windowsssss Shell of choice: .: Conches :. Wallpaper of choice: .: Really Hairy Legs With Cool Shoes On :.
It's so dark in Oregon in the winter, not only because it gets dark earlier...but the constant clouds make the sky look emo.
It cries all the time too XD
Going to be moving some of my stuff to another DA account, Still going to keep this one for uploading doodles and fun things, but the other one is going to be for more serious things and stuff I've done that I am proud of!go ~mochla go!
More than a year since I last bothered to post a journal.I've been looking through all the stuff I put up on here, I wish to continue with it. I need to start drawing regularly again.Regardless in my change of major.