PerspectiveAs a little kid, three feet tall and eyes that brimmed with gullibility and wonder, I wished on stars. I walked, eyes fat from my path as my neck dropped backwards as if by puppet-strings loosened, searching for that first apparition to glisten in the purple chiffon sky. I wished,Perspective
selfish, certain that it belonged to me, that it would grant my heart’s content.
I spun myself in circles,
UntitledI am not a writer, Yet I write words of poetry and prose That pirouette and prance on paper, On cardboard, On fabric, On skin. I write words of raw spirit,Untitled
words of sheer electromagnetic force that pierce steel and lead and hearts.
I am not a sculptor, Yet I form figures of imagination and starlight That build from drams To foundation To frame To beings,
figures that reach into the clouds, skyscrapers formed from will and determinati
Raindrops and Coffee BeansThe raindrops hurtle down, Ricocheting off the sidewalks, Splattering like bugs on the windows. The awnings sag, heavy with the burden thatRaindrops and Coffee Beans
the rain pours.
The girl by the window raises her eyes from a book to capture the storm now reflected in the tempests of her eyes.
She smiles, the cogs behind her eyes churning rapidly, winding like the Colorado river through the Grand Canyon.
As the heavy-lidded scent of coffee, black as the La Brea tar pits, ready to add to her creativity as its sticky
Balance
Devious Journal Entry
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Interesting work you've got here.
To everyone: come see my first submitted piece of artwork!
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I can walk like a real guy while I'm speaking like a real fish.
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This is who I really am inside.
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--"Even if this was deep. Even if this was really, really deep in the earth. It could have ended with out me knowing about freedom or lonliness."--Gensomaden Saiyuki
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