Shoes
The only visible sign of life
In a sterile
Emergency room, hospital bed
Adult cradle with steel bars
I choke on air
With wide eyes watch
Sneakers of every color and style
Needles sleep in my skin
Their drool dripping
Ever so slowly with measured precision
Extinguishing spirit
Shoes
Trundle past without
Considerations for bodies behind
Shower curtains floor to ceiling
How you doing, Bob?
Living the life.
Hey arent we all?
A woman, aged 68 years, goes flat-lined
Six hours spent
Topless, little to no
Dignity
Watching shoes
Rubber soled
Bouncing back
Cotton threads
Tied
Cut it. Print it.
I am not an artist
There is no poetry in me. Im just a cage of hollow bones, gushing blood, clogged arteries and electrons.
I am black and white
Things are real if I can touch them. I hate mirrors for the images they throw back into my irises. I reach out to touch the wan epidermis I perceive. My fingerprints smudge the once pristine glass, etched in oils most hominid.
I touch myself
And feel every bump and imperfection of my birth. For the most part I am glad for the all too anthropomorphic flaws. They give me a grip on the feeble lariat connecting me to a community of hastily made, slipshod souls.
I hate them
The Darker Side of Wonderland by ThousandFaces, literature
Literature
The Darker Side of Wonderland
The Darker Side of Wonderland
I am living in Wonderland and
I dont like the view
Theres something about this half real existence that
I cant get my heart to do
I dance as the Mock Turtle instructed but
I cant seem to master the steps
My paper heart caught fire long ago and now
Musty ashes try to keep a beat
The queen is shouting to cut of my head
I would, if I could find where I left it
Im playing by the rules of the game and I
Do understand that Im meant to lose
The flamingo and hedgehog wont cooperate, they
Cant stop laughing at my attempts
Im swimming in the ocean of my t
Broken Betrothals
I see in your eyes
A lusty demise
Too bloody to describe
You'll fall again and never rise
To this sycophantic lullaby
Drifting asleep with these fallacies in your head
Two black eyes swollen shut
To all the truths that bleed you
In your mind you're beautiful
Inside and out
Mirrors stand at the ready
For the face that doesn't want to lose
Blinded to yourself
Let it all hang out
You sit and wonder why
The sky doesn't fall for you
You sit and wonder why
It's all falling round you
Flaking make-up of the finest quality
Slowly decaying
I see on your lips
The promises you don't know how to keep
Crimson lipsti
Chain Mail Tie
It winds its way around my throat
Seductive snake, sleek, forsaked
And falls all down my front
Punky waterfall with anarchy blazing
The tip rests somewhere near my hips
And sways like Bathsheba on the roof as I walk
The knot I keep right at my throat and adjust
To keep it straight-laced and professional
The chain mail tie turns my skin grey
But I don't mind
Down and dirty
That's how I like to play
Hook it on so tight it chokes me
Snug and close
I don't need to speak
The tie says it all
It says all the things I've been to afraid to whisper
And cool metal warms me to my bones
The only coat I'll ever need
Despi
Conversations with a Patient by ThousandFaces, literature
Literature
Conversations with a Patient
Conversations with a Patient
I talk to the demons in my head
And the voices in the dark
I talk to the wind that runs its gaunt fingers down my spine
And the soft rain that whispers to me sweetly in the night
I talk to my reflection in the mirror, and it mimics me
Mimics
Mimics
Mimics me
I talk to my reflection in the mirror, and it mimics me
Mimics me
I talk to these things
Because they are the only ones that truly listen
And save me from myself
I don't speak to the angels who always escape from me
And the eyes that stare at me in the light
I don't speak to the still air that suffocates me in this tomb
And the bare walls tha
Before It Even Began
My last day of freedom before you come to stay
It's not that I don't love you
It's just that I've been alone for so long
I think I'm gonna miss it
Invading my cell
Wishing for hell
Heaven is a bit of a jip
If I'm forced to face myself
A little scared of the future I can't define
A little frightened of you too
Excuse me, I need to go drown myself in all the lessons I've learned
Since you've been gone
And returned
Like the prodigal lover
Oh so perturbed
At the choices I've made
I'm sorry, but I'm just not strong enough
Could you hold this for me while I hit and run?
Don't try to follow
I'm just trying t
Hear the quick strum of a culture
The buzz of misunderstanding
The Mariachi Player stands alone in the middle of the classroom
Attempting to explain to those who refuse to understand
Resistance, fighting for freedom already won
Refusing another occupation
La república independiente de México
The independence of a people, so long enslaved
Sought by emperors
Epic struggles over years to say
Mis el propios
My own
But the heat of Mexico 1862 is too foreign for the chill of High School 2005
Too strange, too distant from the weed, and the sex,
And the scrupulousness of a small American town
Like so many other small American town
Faded Celluloid
Can I sit here all day and stare at your face
Worship the black and white god condemned to a frame
Pasted on hard board, ancient and frayed
Only your name remains forgotten
The soft face of an angel on earth still remains
By candle's flickering light, I've watched you dance through my head
As I awake from my nightmares
Shivering in my bed
To see your visage sitting beside me, just within reach
To warm me, to comfort without power of speech
Faded edges brushing past mock your fingertips and lash
The slick paper runs under my fingers
A river of long-forgotten memory
Tell me your story, you urchin of kings
Move tho
Ramblings of a Writer by ThousandFaces, literature
Literature
Ramblings of a Writer
Ramblings of a Writer
I wonder,
If I sit down and start typing,
What will come out?
I have so many people in my head,
So many stories with no endings or beginnings, or endings;
I wonder,
If I sit down and start typing,
What will come out?
Will it be poetry?
Prose,
Or something new?
A story,
A screenplay,
All in my head,
All without words.
Heroes,
Villains,
Vampires,
Mummies
Murders,
Sinners,
Saviors,
All tortured,
Or talented,
Or wise,
Or foolish,
Or alive,
Or dead,
Or hurt,
All in my head,
All remain unsaid,
Without words,
Without thoughts
Singing,
Dancing,
Fighting,
Killing,
Garden
Dig in the dirt
Let it stain your every pore
Go right into your core
Breathe it in deep
It's the essence of essence
The beginning and end of creation
Destruction
Rebirth
It's in your thoughts
It's in your mind
It's in your soul
It's the basis of human existence
Take a bit of earth
Make it grow
Feel the life
Garden
Before It Even Began
My last day of freedom before you come to stay
It's not that I don't love you
It's just that I've been alone for so long
I think I'm gonna miss it
Invading my cell
Wishing for hell
Heaven is a bit of a jip
If I'm forced to face myself
A little scared of the future I can't define
A little frightened of you too
Excuse me, I need to go drown myself in all the lessons I've learned
Since you've been gone
And returned
Like the prodigal lover
Oh so perturbed
At the choices I've made
I'm sorry, but I'm just not strong enough
Could you hold this for me while I hit and run?
Don't try to follow
I'm just trying t
Conversations with a Patient by ThousandFaces, literature
Literature
Conversations with a Patient
Conversations with a Patient
I talk to the demons in my head
And the voices in the dark
I talk to the wind that runs its gaunt fingers down my spine
And the soft rain that whispers to me sweetly in the night
I talk to my reflection in the mirror, and it mimics me
Mimics
Mimics
Mimics me
I talk to my reflection in the mirror, and it mimics me
Mimics me
I talk to these things
Because they are the only ones that truly listen
And save me from myself
I don't speak to the angels who always escape from me
And the eyes that stare at me in the light
I don't speak to the still air that suffocates me in this tomb
And the bare walls tha
Chain Mail Tie
It winds its way around my throat
Seductive snake, sleek, forsaked
And falls all down my front
Punky waterfall with anarchy blazing
The tip rests somewhere near my hips
And sways like Bathsheba on the roof as I walk
The knot I keep right at my throat and adjust
To keep it straight-laced and professional
The chain mail tie turns my skin grey
But I don't mind
Down and dirty
That's how I like to play
Hook it on so tight it chokes me
Snug and close
I don't need to speak
The tie says it all
It says all the things I've been to afraid to whisper
And cool metal warms me to my bones
The only coat I'll ever need
Despi
Current Residence: The Emerald City Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock MP3 player of choice: Zune Shell of choice: Sea Glass...is that a shell? Skin of choice: My own Favourite cartoon character: Luck Gandor Personal Quote: "I write because there are some things I'm afraid to say outloud"
Favourite Visual Artist
I don't know that I really have one
Favourite Movies
This Week? The Three Musketeers
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Say Anything
Favourite Writers
Poet: Heather McHugh, Writer: Agatha Christie
Favourite Games
Frogger!!
Tools of the Trade
A pen, keyboard, or pencil, copuled with a blank screen or an empty page...
Other Interests
Life - broad I know, but I don't like to be close-minded
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/429052632/datesimorg-a-visual-novel-portal-we-make-games-you
So I don't know how many of you have heard of Kickstarter. It's crowd-sourced fund-raising platform where grass-root companies can get their big break. There's one project that I feel is particularly awesome and deserving, so I thought I'd pass it along to my deviantart family. You can make donations as small as one dollar and still get awesome perks as well as the tummy-warming satisfaction that you've helped someone's dream come true :-D.
"CWS Software has created a game-engine that can be used to make visual novels (VNs) and light Role Playi
Hey Y'all -
I know its been awhile since I've posted much on Deviantart, but I've been trying to find some inspiration.
In that search I stumbled across this band:
http://www.myspace.com/portraitmusic
Seriously, take 5 minutes out of your day and give them a listen. They're very new, but something about their music gives me a rush!! But hey, make you're own call.
Live, Love, Create -
ThousandFaces
In this case, the artist you would be supporting is ME! I have self-published a book of my poetry. It's very high quality, hardback with dust jacket and foil lettering. If you would like to own a collection of my work, you can go here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/1639680
and purchase one. No obligation, but just letting folks know!