panic eats at my teeth because i cant gnaw it to sleep,
eating the extra fat and my intestinal wires are piggy and lined
with calories
and salt
and panic.
when my eyelids are sewn shut its hard to see anything but the entire world
forcing itself into my hands,
saying, here, take it, but i cant take it.
its the vertigo of the north pole and the south pole and the equator meeting
and dispersing after pleasantries,
exiting from the wrong monumental door as they leave
so now the oceans
panic
because they cant find their shores to hug and i cant blame them for the misplaced
land mass
but m
[I love him because the sky is blue.]
I painted his face silver and drew lines under his eyes so he wouldn't have to cry anymore but he told me that as long as I was here we could mix our tears and draw a mural of our suffering so we could never forget that laughter cracks the shell of depression.
I asked him where he came up with a theory like that but he wouldn't tell me. Because, he said, he didn't come up with it he just found it and dusted it off a bit before he could show me, and that maybe my imagination needed some cleaning too.
So we spent the afternoon, and polished every piece and shined them with our tears and the paint dripped
My heart consists:
Of needles and pins,
Threads to stitch and repair,
Rusty clips and your fingerprints,
Depression, disgust, and despair,
A paper cut and three large screws,
Plunged into the center,
A wrinkle, a tear(tare), a puddle of tears,
But it's beating,
I've sewn it together.
-Jockii
Dear anyone and everyone,
I've decided to leave DA in all respects. I harbour no resentment to the site in any way, I simply feel that because of it's construction and users, what I would consider to be the better art of all kinds that I have seen on here is ignored or overshadowed by pieces that appeal for reasons that are irrelevant to artistic expression.
I also believe that DA has given me as much help developing technically as it possibly can, so really there is not all that much left to keep me here.
Thank you to anyone who has ever shared their thoughts on my work it was much appreciated, I will leave my pieces up here for my own pe
Hello there,
After such a long period of nothing, I am starting to put more up now, which has begun with a new poem an the following link -
http://www.myspace.com/clevercatkill
this is me experimenting with spoken word as i think some of my poetry works better out loud.
The last poem I have put up is also quite a departure from what I guess you could call 'my style' assuming that i have one of course. I'm just enjoying playing with styles and methods.
So, enjoy x
i apologise, to anyone who checks my page, for the lack of anything new for so long. i really will try and change this soon. i have had a mass amount of moving around, a short blast of homelessness and i am now in between universities waiting to start a creative writing degree in september.
i honestly will try and put new things up, whatever they may be.
honest.
hello. I just got your message from august. I haven't been on here in ages and I am saddened to read that you will be leaving. you're writings will always be loved!