i hear them in the distance

Secrets

melsieee — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 15:44:57 +0000

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

melsieee — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 15:39:42 +0000

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

melsieee — Sun, 10 Jun 2007 03:36:04 +0000

a jumble of pretty words.

Only Salvador Dali Understands.

melsieee — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 15:21:28 +0000

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

melsieee — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:49:31 +0000

write,
(because you can.)

read,
(because you can’t.)

critisize,
(because you envy.)

The Travelling Carnival.

melsieee — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:44:39 +0000

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

melsieee — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:21:36 +0000

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.

melsieee — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:47:33 +0000

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

Going on Nineteen

melsieee — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 10:11:49 +0000

“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?

melsieee — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 11:57:51 +0000

This is Art .