You've always liked me better
in shades of black and blue.
Strip me bare, you leave me clothed in nothing
but the lovely bruises that you do.
Cut my throat and kiss my eyes,
we'll leave each other some new scars,
or lay with me all through the night
and we'll count each of the stars.
You've never promised you'd stay for long
but I think we could find the time;
you should know by now that I'm always yours
even if you'll never be mine.
You are trying to grasp these concrete images
And turn them into art
You are trying to grasp the sun, the moon, the stars
Nestle them inside
Spin them out as something golden
Something that rolls like silk right off your tongue
You have not
Traveled the world or
Experienced the universe in all it’s infinite variation
You have not tamed dragons
You have not gentled giants with those hands
You are not the hero here
The sun, the moon, the stars all hover
Far beyond your reach
And you are tired
Of always hoping upwards
You are tired of dreaming of the sky
And your mouthfuls of earth
And the bland banality of your every word
So you are quie
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Wacom tablet: common problems and solutions
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A little over a year ago I had a conversation with my now ex-boyfriend. I think he had walked in the room without me hearing him, and seeing him startled me. To this reaction, he made me a very enlightened comment: "You are creating out of fear."
I looked at him in puzzlement for a while before I agreed. Yes, it seems, I create in a state of fear. Then he went on saying: "Look at what you have produced until now, and imagine what your art will be when you no longer create with your fear."
He said just that. At that point in our existence, that afternoon, this person understood more about my mind than I did myself. And he was never an artis
I didn't think I would have to say this again
But remember how you laughed when I first told you
I want us to go dancing in the rain
Wearing nothing but rubber chicken hats
So we feel we might be animals
So my brain knows before I ever taste you
You will be delicious
So that the rain can beat our bodies
Like they are drums and
It will be like becoming our own music
So if the thunder were to strike us
We would be protected because we were too chicken
To go outside
Completely naked
He slides like a ghost from the forest
As tall as the trees
His feet firmly planted to the earth
Head brushing the clouds
In the stories we tell
He is always the last and
They were divine and he was banished because
His heart was so filled with kindness that
He gave too much away
Or they were too cruel and he felled each one
Or he fell from the sky
Or he sprung from the earth
Fully formed
He has gentle disposition
Cries sometimes because
A giant's hands aren't meant to hold the small things
He is too afraid to break us
And I tell him that I had never
Felt so insignificant or so precious
Until I met him
Until I stood inside his footprin
You're not supposed to but
Sometimes you like to wake up before 5 am
Watch the day break open like an egg
The Sun rising, radiant, from his bed
Artists squabbling about what colours to paint the sky
Zephyrs flitting around discussing routes they never follow
The Courts fighting over what season it's supposed to be
This year Winter seems particularly feisty
Won't succumb to Summer
So the spring is colder than is customary
Mainly, though you want a show
Mostly, it escapes you but sometimes
You get a good hold of the sunlight and
Ride it all the way to work
Knowing that the day
Is going to be brilliant
Your voice is
Your voice is so
Your voice is so loud
I can't seem to get it out of
My head
My ears
are ringing
And these circles keep on gaining in complexity until
They all become pictures of your face
My dear heart
I love you
I love you so much
I love you so much more
When you are quiet
Be quiet
Be quiet
Please be quiet
There was a time when I ran wild.
I howled to the moon,
Daring the feral creatures of the night
To challenge me.
I spoke to the sky and the trees and the stars,
And heard them singing clearly.
My bare feet were black with the earth
And my hair tangled around my animal eyes.
I found nobility and clarity
In savagery,
And beauty in the silence of the wilds.
I’m no longer a child
And the wilderness and savagery
Has given way to florescence
And city-born insanity.
The world around me holds no clearness,
No dignity,
And I’ve lost the sensitivity of my senses
That once let me hear songs in the silence.
But sometimes, I still long to c
Can you taste the words hanging
From the tip of my tongue?
They ache to be whispered,
Or cried
At the top of my lungs.
Bare in the darkness,
So chaotic and cold,
I feel the warmth of your body—
Don’t you know there’s nobody
That I’d rather hold?
Catch me this once;
I’m lost in a dream—
Maybe I’m beautiful
But maybe I’m crazier
Than I could possibly seem.
So catch me and kiss me
Tell me it's enough,
Tell me that
Amid the madness
There is love.