| -- We are words on loose-leaf sheets and acrylic painters painting portraits on throwaway pieces of wood. Look around you. We are all opinionated prophets and silent heroes. Faceless artists roam the streets seeking confidence. Confiding in nothing and relying on everything, we are our own resistance resisting ourselves. Look around you. -- |
~SeaOfThoughts
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EphemeralThese street lights won't last forever.Ephemeral
This reflection won't last forever.
These trees won't last forever.
This window won't last forever.
These words won't last.
This sound won't last.
Language won't last.
I won't.
you won't.
live. .
by ~SeaOfThoughts
Clear-Coated BoxI have been in a state of decline.Clear-Coated Box
My mind framed,
opened and caged.
Perceiving every possible corner.
Seeing shadows instead of visions.
Chained to empty spaces.
Obsessed with progress –
Though hypocrisy shows my stasis.
Move me. Beyond imagery. Imaginary lines.
Lie beneath me. I don’t belong here.
I want to know something aside from knowing I know nothing.
Show me walls –
and I will see a canvas.
Show me walls –
and I will see restrictions.
Show me walls –
and I will see freedom.
by ~SeaOfThoughts
Waiting Room ObservationsThey talk amongst themselves. They seem almost comfortable in their own skin - In suits and skirts - looking forward to tropical vacations and office affairs. Lovers need to make a living I suppose. I can almost see their bank accounts written on their face. She smiles: she has a few dollars. He frowns: he has not a dime. They rush: they want a raise. Walking quickly deserves a promotion these days. Security is needed in these parts. On this floor. We need to protect what we hold so very dear: Cubicles and computer screens with useful information promoting equality to the equally discriminated against designated groups andWaiting Room Observations
by ~SeaOfThoughts
Lecture HallFaces seem further – voices are blurred together forming a foreign language – undecipherable – unlearnt – They are further from me – rising, rising – quiet at the command of the man seated and recorded to be replayed for later eyes and ears. Listen, Listen. Focus is needed.Lecture Hall
Rest. Breaks are given to put restless minds at ease. – Attention spans are tested – Half drowned in the words of authors – Half stress stricken with words like “dates and deadlines” – Low mumbles take form. – I have no desire to be listened to – remain silent – they care not for silen
by ~SeaOfThoughts
| {"All to satisfy the need to move finger-tips to capture myself in print"} |
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Your Mistress WisdomShe hovers colored, over your bed-covers and coils around your ability to suspend belief. She breathes in all your fevered winds until sheep skin passions wither sheet thin.Your Mistress Wisdom
Whispers slip out from her lips. She beckons that you "Live! Reignite the night! From the windowsill, spew flames!" Break away from the blanketed arcane! Leave!" She begs you to simply love, leaves you simply self, and calls from you conviction that coerces like a spell.
At dusk, these lost, these ship-wrecked thoughts toss through your spider-fang spine, all through your spent host. Then your
by ~ashellessmind
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- Current Residence: north of nowhere.
- Interests: keeping an open mind
- Favourite artist: you.
- Tools of the Trade: pencil/notebook/inspiration.
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