Show me something beautiful,
Don’t blind me with those sparkling lights,
Which play across the neon signs
And disappear amongst the night.
Whisper to me something true,
Don’t let the words come tumbling out,
Like rain upon the sun scorched earth
And just as soon evaporates.
Let me feel you as you are,
Don’t push my fingers deeper in,
To places that were never yours
And nevermore will be again.
Savour everything I am,
Don’t nip and chew the choicest parts,
A taste of me is just a glimpse,
Of all that could be mine and yours.
Breathe and let the heady fumes,
Remind you of all that you are,
The scent of insight on the
Sienna sunsets turn to ebony nights so easily these days
And it all seems so effortless.
Words drip off my tongue and are caught by your eager heart
Without a thought of tomorrow.
And then tomorrow comes.
Black and white polaroid moments discarded in the pile,
Never to be placed in an album.
Fading like that first kiss and all the lies I made it tell
Not just to you, to me as well.
The music plays on in technicolour flashes
While my body deceives yours,
My eyes showing you places
Where I will never take you.
There is no golden dawn in my arms as I hold you
About to give you away.
A secondhand love song already on repeat
To the rhythm of yo
I want to hold you in the dead of night,
To wrap you in my sense of comfort,
To take you to that sacred place,
Where you can hear the silence
between my heartbeats.
I want to shower you with Winter sunshine,
To give you fulfilled expectations,
To crease your face with endless laughter,
and lift you up in your darkest hour.
I will never let you fall.
So take my hand and let me help you,
Up from where life's let you tumble,
And we can face the world together,
Nothing else will ever hurt us,
all you have to do is trust me.
When i see the moon's reflection,
In your eyes on Summer evenings,
Smell your scent upon my pillow,
I will thank the c
It's dark.
As it needs to be before anything can shine.
Feel it all around you
Pulsing to the music your soul makes.
No one else can understand,
Or look inside
To see what you came from,
Or where you are
Now.
But now is always Then,
And Then is just a distant memory
of the once and never will be,
Again.
To come so far,
To see the horizon still in the distance,
And not lose faith that the zephyr of your heartbeat
Will carry you there.
So take my smile,
Use it as a shield and a compass.
For whenever you doubt,
The soul that is mine will shatter
and embrace you,
And remind you...
That you are more than the aurora,
Than the nova from a bill
Why do I dream of winding Winter roads
Cutting through blue mountains
Like a black ice scalpel?
The smell of eucalyptus and anxiety
Mingle closely with my cigarette,
Dispersing with the steam
From the breath that I was holding.
Orange lights on grey town buildings
Alone and lonely, waiting,
Wanting,
Like a faded belle,
Petals falling.
The night is as old and rusted
As the railway tracks
The car bumped over,
Leading nowhere
slowly.
Let's start the New Year RIGHT by harajukuboi, literature
Literature
Let's start the New Year RIGHT
If there was one regret
It would be YOU
(and no, that's no small regret).
Hindsight being what it is,
I would have feigned illness
or something worse,
Rather than meet you this time
Last year.
However,
As it usually goes...
You have taught me so much of what it means
To BE myself,
Just by being you
(and no, that wasn't meant as a compliment).
When the clock strikes 12 tomorrow night
I know you won't be kissing me,
And that's alright.
Aren't you supposed to be with that person
For the entire coming year?
Christ!
So you stay in your shallow hole
And I will be wherever I'm supposed to be...
For once,
I'll start the New Yea
My hand does not fit yours anymore.
It seems that the shape of our hands have changed,
Or maybe that's still your shape, and
Maybe the way my hand moulded to yours has changed?
When I look into your eyes I see nothing.
A glassy reflection that stops at the surface,
Dark and impenetrable.
Until you notice me looking and then
The corners crease up in annoyance,
Briefly.
And you smile.
And ask me why I keep staring at you,
If there's anything wrong?
And I smile back,
Asking you why you would think that?
Because I can't say no (as it would be a lie)
And I can't say yes
(because I am a coward).
To only look back is to be lost,
But sometimes looking forward
Hurts more than I can bear.
The present echoes like an empty hall.
Footsteps rising and falling,
A staccato
Rearranging the dust.
Alone with me
My thoughts flutter gently,
Caressing,
Against the emptiness of the small hours.
I feel them like moths out of the darkness,
Wanting to embrace the light.
Seeking.
Needing,
To rearrange the dust.
When day was done and night descended,
All around me smokey velvet.
Hazy shadows undulating
Pulsing outside my defenses.
Stars appeared like moonlit dewdrops
Falling softly, gently playing,
Melodies I've oft imagined
Lyrics I've heard lovers saying.
Whispered dreams that barely blossomed,
Smothered by the inky shadow,
Slowly stretched through my obstructions,
Marbled twilight, efflorescence.
Hints of jasmine wafting, swaying,
Balancing upon a xephyr.
Teasing, touching, almost staying,
Sweeter than phenolic myrrh.
It was you who brought the sunshine,
Swept the clouds and gloom away,
Then the moon assailed the darkness,
And t
Show me something beautiful,
Don’t blind me with those sparkling lights,
Which play across the neon signs
And disappear amongst the night.
Whisper to me something true,
Don’t let the words come tumbling out,
Like rain upon the sun scorched earth
And just as soon evaporates.
Let me feel you as you are,
Don’t push my fingers deeper in,
To places that were never yours
And nevermore will be again.
Savour everything I am,
Don’t nip and chew the choicest parts,
A taste of me is just a glimpse,
Of all that could be mine and yours.
Breathe and let the heady fumes,
Remind you of all that you are,
The scent of insight on the
Sienna sunsets turn to ebony nights so easily these days
And it all seems so effortless.
Words drip off my tongue and are caught by your eager heart
Without a thought of tomorrow.
And then tomorrow comes.
Black and white polaroid moments discarded in the pile,
Never to be placed in an album.
Fading like that first kiss and all the lies I made it tell
Not just to you, to me as well.
The music plays on in technicolour flashes
While my body deceives yours,
My eyes showing you places
Where I will never take you.
There is no golden dawn in my arms as I hold you
About to give you away.
A secondhand love song already on repeat
To the rhythm of yo
It's dark.
As it needs to be before anything can shine.
Feel it all around you
Pulsing to the music your soul makes.
No one else can understand,
Or look inside
To see what you came from,
Or where you are
Now.
But now is always Then,
And Then is just a distant memory
of the once and never will be,
Again.
To come so far,
To see the horizon still in the distance,
And not lose faith that the zephyr of your heartbeat
Will carry you there.
So take my smile,
Use it as a shield and a compass.
For whenever you doubt,
The soul that is mine will shatter
and embrace you,
And remind you...
That you are more than the aurora,
Than the nova from a bill
Why do I dream of winding Winter roads
Cutting through blue mountains
Like a black ice scalpel?
The smell of eucalyptus and anxiety
Mingle closely with my cigarette,
Dispersing with the steam
From the breath that I was holding.
Orange lights on grey town buildings
Alone and lonely, waiting,
Wanting,
Like a faded belle,
Petals falling.
The night is as old and rusted
As the railway tracks
The car bumped over,
Leading nowhere
slowly.
Let's start the New Year RIGHT by harajukuboi, literature
Literature
Let's start the New Year RIGHT
If there was one regret
It would be YOU
(and no, that's no small regret).
Hindsight being what it is,
I would have feigned illness
or something worse,
Rather than meet you this time
Last year.
However,
As it usually goes...
You have taught me so much of what it means
To BE myself,
Just by being you
(and no, that wasn't meant as a compliment).
When the clock strikes 12 tomorrow night
I know you won't be kissing me,
And that's alright.
Aren't you supposed to be with that person
For the entire coming year?
Christ!
So you stay in your shallow hole
And I will be wherever I'm supposed to be...
For once,
I'll start the New Yea
My hand does not fit yours anymore.
It seems that the shape of our hands have changed,
Or maybe that's still your shape, and
Maybe the way my hand moulded to yours has changed?
When I look into your eyes I see nothing.
A glassy reflection that stops at the surface,
Dark and impenetrable.
Until you notice me looking and then
The corners crease up in annoyance,
Briefly.
And you smile.
And ask me why I keep staring at you,
If there's anything wrong?
And I smile back,
Asking you why you would think that?
Because I can't say no (as it would be a lie)
And I can't say yes
(because I am a coward).
To only look back is to be lost,
But sometimes looking forward
Hurts more than I can bear.
The present echoes like an empty hall.
Footsteps rising and falling,
A staccato
Rearranging the dust.
Alone with me
My thoughts flutter gently,
Caressing,
Against the emptiness of the small hours.
I feel them like moths out of the darkness,
Wanting to embrace the light.
Seeking.
Needing,
To rearrange the dust.
When day was done and night descended,
All around me smokey velvet.
Hazy shadows undulating
Pulsing outside my defenses.
Stars appeared like moonlit dewdrops
Falling softly, gently playing,
Melodies I've oft imagined
Lyrics I've heard lovers saying.
Whispered dreams that barely blossomed,
Smothered by the inky shadow,
Slowly stretched through my obstructions,
Marbled twilight, efflorescence.
Hints of jasmine wafting, swaying,
Balancing upon a xephyr.
Teasing, touching, almost staying,
Sweeter than phenolic myrrh.
It was you who brought the sunshine,
Swept the clouds and gloom away,
Then the moon assailed the darkness,
And t
I don't know how I got here
Or why I would let my heart
With a mind that does not reflect my own,
Take those steps.
Now I am here
I look around,
Seemingly for the first time
At a vista that is so alien,
Yet so damn familiar.
A landscape scattered
With crystal tumblers,
Faintly tinged with amber,
From the last drop,
Refracted
In the crystal facets -
All that's left.
Tobacco smoke descending
But never quite dissipating,
Undulating in the twilight,
Obscuring my senses
With it's acrid charm.
I sit amongst this
Poised,
Like a faint monarch -
Glass in one hand
Cigarette in the other,
All marble composition,
Eyes mirroring
Sienna sunsets turn to ebony nights so easily these days
And it all seems so effortless.
Words drip off my tongue and are caught by your eager heart
Without a thought of tomorrow.
And then tomorrow comes.
Black and white polaroid moments discarded in the pile,
Never to be placed in an album.
Fading like that first kiss and all the lies I made it tell
Not just to you, to me as well.
The music plays on in technicolour flashes
While my body deceives yours,
My eyes showing you places
Where I will never take you.
There is no golden dawn in my arms as I hold you
About to give you away.
A secondhand love song already on repeat
To the rhythm of yo
Current Residence: Perth, Western Australia Favourite genre of music: Operating System: Lion MP3 player of choice: iPhone Favourite cartoon character: Personal Quote: This too shall pass!
Favourite Movies
LOTR, House of Flying Daggers, Crouching Tiger, Sucker Punch
Another update. O.o LoL
Anyways, am at Uni. Finished everything and am just waiting for HOME TIME :D! It's sooooo cold in here I can hardly type as my fingerlings have frozed! *waaah* It's like Winter but worse (coz it's not!:P).
I am now addicted to WoW, in between school stuff that is. The good thing about that is ALL my school stuff is arty, and I can submit. My gallery is pitiful! Pitiful I say (LOUDLY!), and so I shall endeavour to put more stuff in there. I have so much to submit, but the time in which I would clean everything up etc., is now used to fuel my adddiction (did I mention WoW?! LoL).
Shall go now, getting looks.
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Hey everybody! Finally got myselft o a computer so I have a chance to update. =D
Everything is really good over here, the holiday is going VV well. So busy, but in a GOOD way for a change! hehe
I am at my Aunty Daisy's office in the heart of Colombo (SL's capital city) and am typing this from the top floor while surrounded with a 360 view of the kaleidoscope that is Sri Lanka.
We just came back from Nuwara Eliya yesterday, where it was FREEZING! We went to the "Tea Factory" a hotel made from a renovated tea factory, where we were so high up, that we were actually surrounded by clouds! The place was like it had been swamped by fog, but the
Haha dude! Us Aussies need to support each other!! Not that your work needs any support.. it speaks for itself!
I love the fact that you're a traditional artist (not to mention how talented you are) and are not afraid of that! I will definitely check out your other links and promote you wherever I can!
Like the attitude haha...thanks The beauty about being traditional is you can't always cover your mistakes....so the viewer is able to see the journey of the work....I think that's awesome! Thanks bud