Still Crawling

Wool-gatherer | 30 Oct 2004, 6:14am

Caterpillar dreams

Turbid waters

SOS screams

Life in quarters.

 

 



Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: In my heart - Moby

 

First Jab

Wool-gatherer | 2 Oct 2004, 11:14am

Empty words and hollow phylactery.
Life, there is no purpose to it,
There is not purpose to this parchment.
Stain, i'm told, colours character,
beauty, pristine debilitating
My pen dare not smear with splatter.

Yet i succumb to the voice of the sinister,
For the universe tends towards chaos.

Ere, i present to you my disturbed space,
To wittness the ravages of disgrace,
Here she lies wordless and tainted,
My virgin, violated.

There is nothing more dibilitating than an empty canvas staring back at you saying ,"you can't paint a thing!" . - Van Gogh (not sure)

 



Current Mood: Bored
Current Music: Darksides - Paul Oakenfold

 
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