Secrets

•November 6, 2007 • Leave a Comment

sneaky little things which tie you up
weaving their way into the tiny little chamber.
eating into every cell of your drained body
I say, just throw them out.

Catharsis. Interesting.

The Thirty First of October

•November 6, 2007 • Leave a Comment

RED dripping through his fingers
 He grins in pleasure
twisting his fingers into the tiny hole
enlarging it with intensity.

RED dripping from a blade
he smiles widely
twirling the blade slowly
the glint shimmers in his cold eyes.

RED dripping from the body
He laughs manically
dragging it limply behind him
a rag doll, dragged behind him.

“trick or treat!”
he drops the doll, blinks his eyes.
what lies behind that innocent smile?
have you ever wondered?

On halloween night.

Poetry

•June 10, 2007 • 1 Comment

a jumble of pretty words.

Only Salvador Dali Understands.

•June 9, 2007 • Leave a Comment

The surreal surrealist in a wave of surrealism,
spies the clouds,
                                  waddle up
as though on fast forward.
like a donkey,
                       howl through,
              g a p s & c r a c k s.

             Inthisvacumn
                 however,
                All is quiet.
                         (No time
                  No dialogue. No sense.)
montage. words. jumble. colours. laugh. fall.
eat. Bulls. eyes. Grand Pianos. Sex.
Cats. Femme fatale. read. Nails.
Nothingness in   Surrealism.   (always contain something.)

and as such,
              defying conventions,
the dreaming dreamer thus dreams.

You

•April 7, 2007 • 14 Comments

write,
    (because you can.)

read,
   (because you can’t.)

critisize,
   (because you envy.)

The Travelling Carnival.

•April 7, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Screams.Squeals.
Red, Blue, Yellow.
Tents. Big, small.

Lights Lighted. Fluorescent. Shine, Bright.
On Trees. Booths.

Cool Wind. Warm Hearts.

Butter. Popcorn. Corn-dogs.
Piggybacks. Daddies, Mummies. Grand-papas, Grand-mamas.

Carousels, Ferris Wheel. Spin.
A Bull Show. Drag. Men. In Heels.
Red Noses. Coloured Faces.
Smiles and Laughter. hides Fears. Tears. 

You Forget.
Free, from Freedom.
Happiness Ties. Binds. Constricts.

A Week, Or Two.
Farewell. Back. To Where We Began.
All Over Again.

cynics

•April 7, 2007 • Leave a Comment

in love;
they usually fall the deepest.

 in life;
they usually feel the happiest.

in friendships;
they usually last the longest.

 in all;
they believe.

hide and seek.

•March 10, 2007 • Leave a Comment

When I found my heart,
it actually means i found yours.

Going on Nineteen

•March 7, 2007 • Leave a Comment

“When I grow up, I want to be a princess.”
“When I grow up, I want to be a pixie.”
“When I grow up, I want to be a nurse.”
“When I grow up, I want to be a teacher.”
“When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer.”

“When I grow up, I want to travel the world.”
“When I grow up, I want to fall in love.”
“When I grow up, I want to marry a millionaire.”

“When I grow up – “
                              (I just want to grow up!)

“Now that I’m all grown up, 
                           I don’t know what I want.”

What is Art?

•February 25, 2007 • 3 Comments

This is Art .

 
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