The train tapped its feet to a rhythmic sound, it felt through the floor and it crept up all over these accessories called "bones", it then invaded my earphones, it was a birth of a new blink with every piece of track the train went through.
Well, I could describe it to be like her stiletto, stabbing the ancient wooden tiles of a ballroom with every step, the sound and thud of the wood against it, and if not, it is beating with it, like a song.
Since, then I rode the train with a spaced-out interior only to find out a lot of things flying by my vision, just like how my dreams die away with a neuron or two in my head every time I wake up fro
Telling this tall tales to my heart
Will I ever be proven, to be ripped apart?
Oh how I long to see the shining light, Hope
Am I to glimpse at your beauty?
What is beauty? Can I define it as the whiteness of a white rose
Or the mist and dew of the morning?
Could I see it with lines and curves? Perfect symmetry beyond words.
Or innocent colors dancing alike...
Will I define beauty such as innocent or pure?
Or will it be red, lustful and tempting as sure..
Will I see it with velvet eye shadows and batting eye lashes.
To wonder upon the mysteries of the within which clothed by silk..
Am I to see it as l
Rain walk
Waking up
Deep Slumber
As my soul pry open my eyes
I hear the ghostly whispers of the wind
Eyes close in again...but
The cold takes over my waking body
I smell the humid atmosphere
The heat from the cup
Drank and shared the warmth
Picked up my coat.
"Time for a little walk..."
The gray clouds lie low
Sprinkle
Shower
The rain begins to pour
My heart needs no hurry for cover
I am home with the rain
I am home with the wind wrapping around me
"No need for hurry"
You are home with the rain
The night comes, the moonlight slices through the clouds
The beams of silver glow bestows liquid mercury hue to the rain
Sprink
Compelled to Write
"Hey, I thought of you today"
The steel touches paper to say
Brush of a pen, a thousand words
Thought and reality, a clear diverge
What would my heart have to say?
How does the universe deny me play?
Have you thought of grandeur to cope?
The focus of your mind to a telescope
Promises remain
Promises are made
Why am I compelled to write?
Is it from thought or insight?
The night is young and I am alone
Singled out, my heart turns to stone
Compelled to write, I am tonight
Compelled to write, I'm not alright
And the question remains the same..
Write to put all on heart to blame
As I go under the covers and sl
Reality Jump: 4 Bullet Gun by cadence-s, literature
Literature
Reality Jump: 4 Bullet Gun
I woke up in the middle of the classroom, I looked at my book, I recalled the class, it was philosophy. The teacher was talking about reincarnation and planes of reality. After class I was so intrigued that I talked to the teacher, and she told me a secret.
She said, "I can jump planes of reality"
I told myself "she's crazy. Way crazy, apelike crazy."
She told me her secret, and I shouldn't have listened, it was too funny.
"All I have to do is --", she searched something in her purse, and she pulled out...
a revolver.
"OMG", I literally pronounced it, letter O, letter M, letter G.
"Ma'm what are you doing?", I asked as she was checking
Reality Jump: 4 Bullet Gun by cadence-s, literature
Literature
Reality Jump: 4 Bullet Gun
I woke up in the middle of the classroom, I looked at my book, I recalled the class, it was philosophy. The teacher was talking about reincarnation and planes of reality. After class I was so intrigued that I talked to the teacher, and she told me a secret.
She said, "I can jump planes of reality"
I told myself "she's crazy. Way crazy, apelike crazy."
She told me her secret, and I shouldn't have listened, it was too funny.
"All I have to do is --", she searched something in her purse, and she pulled out...
a revolver.
"OMG", I literally pronounced it, letter O, letter M, letter G.
"Ma'm what are you doing?", I asked as she was checking
Compelled to Write
"Hey, I thought of you today"
The steel touches paper to say
Brush of a pen, a thousand words
Thought and reality, a clear diverge
What would my heart have to say?
How does the universe deny me play?
Have you thought of grandeur to cope?
The focus of your mind to a telescope
Promises remain
Promises are made
Why am I compelled to write?
Is it from thought or insight?
The night is young and I am alone
Singled out, my heart turns to stone
Compelled to write, I am tonight
Compelled to write, I'm not alright
And the question remains the same..
Write to put all on heart to blame
As I go under the covers and sl
Rain walk
Waking up
Deep Slumber
As my soul pry open my eyes
I hear the ghostly whispers of the wind
Eyes close in again...but
The cold takes over my waking body
I smell the humid atmosphere
The heat from the cup
Drank and shared the warmth
Picked up my coat.
"Time for a little walk..."
The gray clouds lie low
Sprinkle
Shower
The rain begins to pour
My heart needs no hurry for cover
I am home with the rain
I am home with the wind wrapping around me
"No need for hurry"
You are home with the rain
The night comes, the moonlight slices through the clouds
The beams of silver glow bestows liquid mercury hue to the rain
Sprink
Telling this tall tales to my heart
Will I ever be proven, to be ripped apart?
Oh how I long to see the shining light, Hope
Am I to glimpse at your beauty?
What is beauty? Can I define it as the whiteness of a white rose
Or the mist and dew of the morning?
Could I see it with lines and curves? Perfect symmetry beyond words.
Or innocent colors dancing alike...
Will I define beauty such as innocent or pure?
Or will it be red, lustful and tempting as sure..
Will I see it with velvet eye shadows and batting eye lashes.
To wonder upon the mysteries of the within which clothed by silk..
Am I to see it as l
Current Residence: somewhere in the milky way galaxy, possibly earth. Favourite genre of music: Jazz. Acid Jazz. Soul. Alternative Rock. Nu-metal. Favourite style of art: Fantasy and Sci-fi.
Favourite Movies
too many to mention
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
too many to mention
Favourite Writers
Pablo Neruda. Cirilo Bautista. CS Lewis. JRR Tolkien.
Favourite Games
i keep saying "too many to mention"
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC.
Tools of the Trade
Toilet Paper, .50 caliber bullets, Hammer and Nails
My gallery is yet to be filled, I'm on the process of buying a camera, and I can't seem to find time to practice on my planet and space paintings.
I'm also fond of taking pictures, especially humans as objects, nope not portraits, I'm planning on using the camera for making a better journal haha.
Also I'm trying to find ways to make creative visual art through flash. I guess I'll try to incorporate my space paintings with it.