In My Bed


Her music is the infection of my soul
Leaving my heart out of control
Her voice is like the angels on high
Sending my body flying into the sky

The words she sings echos my world
Lying in my bed exhausted and curled
She comes to me telling me her pain
I want to console her and tell her I feel the same

I want to sing to her a beautiful song
And tell her with me is where she belongs
I'll tell her, her inner beauty shines through
And tell her she should never ever be blue

But she only lives inside my head
And I am still lying inside my bed
And even though we are both still blue
Our voices will mesh together as two

Okay, I did not make this, but I salute the person who did. It's genius.

I made the Star

HamsterHuey said:

Um. . . I really liked the wall of birds I painted at the last place I lived. It was inspired by a Sigur Ros album sleeve.




And here's something I wrote (not to anybody in particular):

Fuck you fuck you FUCK you for telling me to be small, contained, quiet, restrained. Life is short, life is cold and disconnected, and and if I am passionately deeply wanting to know you, FUCK you for pushing me away. You fucking coward. Life is not for being safe, life is for LIVING, life is for dreaming and being, big and out loud and rough and crude and brutal, no time for refinement, no space for elaboration, just GO! Go, go,go, do it, what are you WAITING for, dammit? Love big, love hard, love wrong, and then do it again. Connect, gawd dammit, connect, you stupid fool, CONNECT. Take it, breathe it, slam into it as hard as you can. I hate your walls, I hate your measured breath, I hate the smell of soap where there should be sweat and fabric where there should be a tear and order where there should be chaos. Cry, you sorry fucker, CRY, it hurts. It hurts! Why would you hide from that, when it's as alive as you'll ever feel?! Give your water and salt as sacrifice to the real gods, the holy saints of blood and pain and fuck. Love is just heavy velvet curtains on a burning palace, STAY you worthless cunt, this fire, this is the good stuff, watch your flesh turn to vapor, and be grateful that you're here to see it. You don't deserve it, it's a gift, get down on your fucking knees and say THANK you. Thank you, and I love you, and fuck you, and I hope your life is full of one profound disaster after another, and I hope your death is epic.

tackam said:

Here is something i just wrote:

"Dear Melissa

Remind me never to piss you off"

Yours

Phil

mdiver said:

Honestly, that was directed at human nature. So, you know, you're in there somewhere.

tackam said:

I think you will find that i am an

limericks I wrote http://prince.org/msg/7/282003?&pg=1


There once was this 'Sexy Dancer'
Who Charmed this 'Lady Cab Driver'
He said 'Let's Work'
She had a slight smirk
He told her 'I Wanna Be Your Lover'



There once was a Prince who wrote 'The Ladder'
Who said also that 'Money Don't Matter'
He had it out with WB
Was bound, but now he's free
Nothing can cause his world to shatter ..

tackam said:

I love this. A lot.

I have a whollle blog of emo ass shit I write- because I am a loser. Here's just a snippet:

I am a lochness monster.
not in the way everyone wants to get to know me,
but in the way no one can ever find me.

i may be the last person left on earth who thinks the way i do and i'd sell my soul for some reassurance.

give me love, give me anything but what you're giving.

My creativity is going through a dry spell right now,
but these are 3 of many poems I wrote from Sept to Nov of last year...


The Garden Door
I stand at the doorway
open to the garden
my eyes combing the footprints
you left behind
by the white picket fence
when you ran out the door that night.

At the edge of the garden
you turned back to look at me
with a sadness in your eyes.
You wanted to return
but already didn't know how.
For a long while
I kept looking out every day
for your return.

Now it's not often anymore...
But still now and then
I look out hoping to see you
standing at my garden door
wanting to tell me
the secret you couldn't tell me
so long ago.



The Inspiration
It takes me places
I've never been...
exotic lands and people.
I see their faces
feel their warmth
the ice cream melts
the rivers rise
fantastic sunrise
in the sky.

I reach for more...
grasping at the edges
the lines get tangled,
another face appears
then disappears,
the sun blood red
before my eyes.
I feel the warmth
undulating through
my body and soul,
the feel of warm beaches
sand between my toes
the gentle lap of a wave.

The swell of excitement
in the air,
the blush of dawns
and sunsets before,
a mere whisper
and a gentle touch
arousing a deep passion...
the fruits of nature
and instinct.



In My Dreams
There's a land
I go to in my dreams
where sunset
meets the horizon
and the birds sing
their sweet lullaby.

While I listen to the songs
of darkness
and lay my head
upon my pillow
thoughts of you
permeate my mind
a little at a time...

Your tousled head
of golden hair
your lips that
taste like honey wine
your slender body next to mine.
We've never even kissed
but in my dreams it's more than this.

shower me in artificial water
the azurite that flashes in my eyes.
will keep me for days.
swimming about in this dream.
a land that drifts into nothingness.
someday, somehow..

i will escape these chains..
i'll prove you wrong.
you will sing my songs.
all day long.
i will escape these chains....

does it feel like were are crashing in.
i will escape these chains..
i'll prove you wrong

i venture to the sky, once more.
like i did before.
this facade will cover my face again..
rebirth-rebirth.
is the only answer for today's sorrow..
i'll show you..

you crashing in the sky...
i now pull all of my courage in a single smile.
the past seems to heavy to me..
i'll break out this cocoon.
defeat the insecure me..with a single smile..



so i have no idea what i am writing here. i am trying to come up with good imagery. if you have an idea post it. i call this piece azurite aqua eyes.

I had a pretty significant hand in making...

Lammastide said:

beautiful!!!!!


i was thinking the same thing...




and...





my very best artwork ever...

I would, but I don't have a camera in my bathroom.