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progressing through things, moving upwards, moving along.
getting knocked down and standing back up, even if it means getting up slowly.
Development with targets.
Goals, ideas, collaboration
» Posted By Tas On 11.03.2016 @ 10:43 am
Even though their all stunners
they wish that they were younger
screaming unknown from their eyes
seeking tomorrow for late lies
their sipping fresh from reality
lips slipping sweet normality
chained to the mirror of yesterday
they sing for the sweetness of morality
back to untainted pipe dreams
back to their souls of fresh seams
if their pipe was for dreams,
now its filled with the devils green
» Posted By Tas On 09.18.2015 @ 5:42 am
tainted by crimson; it is here we will wait
among the grove of serpentine hate
for our lovely bones will soon dissipate
& reveal our tattered souls too late.
so we wander astray in our earthbound state
but were drowning in crimson; it is here we will wait.
» Posted By Tas On 10.21.2014 @ 11:54 pm
she’s like a tear on a page, rigid beneath a microscope
beaded through single-minded chaos; trapped on a thread
this unbending composition becomes morbid preoccupation
contradicting the simplicity of what she should be; beautifully
sewn through the steadfast canvas
rendering to faded satisfaction..
» Posted By Tas On 10.19.2014 @ 8:22 pm
when the recurring whisper is so hell bent on destruction
and the time to persevere becomes a strand of twisted woe
her composition entangles love and lustful action
her soul is encased in a coffin of velvet snow
the light brushes mournfully to absorb the crowning reaction
truths river so wistfully dances to her melting song
when the recurring whisper becomes a scream of bruised infraction
from dust stems iniquity where tranquility should belong;
her heart has gone adrift within the souls of right and wrong.
» Posted By Tas On 09.04.2014 @ 2:14 am
what will become of their souls
striving for the daylight
lust becomes the sun, seeking to ignite
blinded by the chance to change left to right
this is now their souls
clinging to the daylight.
» Posted By Tas On 01.19.2014 @ 11:47 am
taking orders from lifes sinister retractions
shes misplaced the fundamentals of spontaneous reactions
she fails to see through the cruelness of satisfactions
and screams for a hollow place between walls of rash distractions.
shes trapped in what people find a conquering abstraction.
» Posted By Tas On 01.13.2014 @ 7:48 pm
seeking to hear with her eyes
shes sustaining the quietness of lies
would have been saved
could have been saved
should have been saved
though there’s walls, pieced together by frail intent
her pupils trail the bricks, going on to misrepresent
a fraction of faded light is all she can hear
a visual melody her eyes strive to endear.
» Posted By Tas On 11.22.2013 @ 7:46 pm
IN THE GALLERY WE GATHERED AND REALISED THAT THE REASON WE WERE THERE WAS UNKNOWN TO US AND TO EVERYONE ELSE UNTIL THE TEACHER WALKED IN AND BEGAN TO EXPLAIN OUR TASK, WE WHERE TO GROUP ALL THE CREATIONS INTO CLASSES
» Posted By TAS On 10.06.2013 @ 7:14 am
I am standing
from the branches of this narrative memory
to the lost simple mindedness of your essence
that feeling, numbness they call it, brushes its watery vines
against the skin of my heart.
I am standing
not far from the edge but close enough to comprehend
close enough to feel the chill breeze dragging its remorse
i am lost somewhere now, in the ocean of your mind
tossed into the core of this memory, crooked and torn;
upside down and backwards.
i am drowning.
» Posted By Tas On 08.23.2013 @ 1:12 pm
i spilled some of my emotions today and I guess I was a little embarrassed. Spilling emotions is hard work, since the cleanup can often take so long. So is it the spilling I’m embarrassed about, or the large amount of time that I invariably need to clean up the aftermath?
» Posted By Tas On 05.26.2013 @ 7:55 am
the rain crawls down the skin of her face
like vines taught to grow in reverse
as if these drops were a bittersweet curse
and travel to find the earths faint inverse.
» Posted By Tas On 04.05.2013 @ 7:39 pm
like a landmine their reaches to reality were blasted away by the condescending lines to forever and above; what should have been wasn’t and what was shouldn’t have been. clambering to the top of discernment, she leaped for a thread of intrinsic perception through the undeniable declination of pure train of thought. the synopsis of life expected was obliterated within the spoken word of these inebriated concepts. welcome to the land mine.
» Posted By Tas On 03.15.2013 @ 1:53 am
drawing a blank on the hollowness of my mind
for it is not the cities that have robbed our eyes
only the choices made in these flames that we bind
but to each ones own in these wistful times of lies.
» Posted By Tas On 03.05.2013 @ 11:58 am
there he is in the back of my mind
sustaining me now from when i thought i was blind
today’s a new day, they say
the past should stay dead
just wait for tomorrow, they say
the past surely isn’t dead.
i can remember a lot, too much sometimes
but i cant seem to remember
when he started invading my mind
there was never a knock, a warning to come in
its as if the door was kicked down, stomped on, and worn thin.
i awoke with confusion from a dream that i had
my heart couldn’t remember who had made it so sad.
and to whom ‘he’ is, that too is now abashed
not from the dream, but from the maniacal past.
now time seems to blur; i’ve lost knowledge of the difference
containing my subconscious and recollection of his presence.
and so it is here that i’ll carry on, just carry on
alone with my thoughts; taking inspiration from a melancholy song.
» Posted By Tas On 02.27.2013 @ 8:44 pm
if our eyes could hear what ears could not
we’d all be blind by the screaming elegance
of natures embellishments, so silently brought
and the resonated music of starlit relevance
which startles the night sky with adept harmony
because creatures like us crave escape through sound
so lets stay a while to hold on to this falling agony
inside an atmosphere of beauty so alluringly loud.
» Posted By Tas On 02.24.2013 @ 6:30 pm
subdued with an utterly cloudless mind, they had the eyes that thought of smiling. their hearts were never full of fatigue for the infatuation with the entity of life, nor did they falter at the copious amounts of detrimental drifters. the humble transcendence of these beings astounded the helpless and the dauntless alike.
» Posted By Tas On 02.17.2013 @ 7:49 pm
this melody of bonded love
has extrapolated a root
in which had not been touched,
or even thought of
in times of the stranded past.
we willed this composition,
willed it with our fingertips and
our beautifully harsh words
spoken ever so softly.
in a sense we too are stranded now,
stranded together within the discernible chaos
which resides in this place of complete solitude
amid the irresolute crowd of witnesses,
strangers, family and friends.
we willed this alluring song of love,
not for the incompetence of naive wishes
for the exposing of the forgotten root
but for pure essence of irrefutable bondage.
needless to say, the tenacity of our root
will reverently withstand eternity.
» Posted By Tas On 02.15.2013 @ 9:34 pm
winded by this autumn chance
the freshness of the leaves would dance
the city of these trees worn bare
the city of these trees would tear.
if my eyes cant see this light
then what were we, crisp autumn night?
“we are the frailness of the contrite,
the swift crimson that swirls in spite,
the beauty left cryptic in the night.
we swam the streets to feel the air
we are the falling flames, free from despair.”
» Posted By Tas On 10.10.2012 @ 4:51 pm
crimson covered the souls
the souls covered crimson.
contradictory in a whole
for the bodies, there were none
we could see the green
see how it covered the streets
we could see what was not seen
see how it absorbed to a pattern
how it absorbed so neat.
crimson covered the souls
the souls covered crimson.
» Posted By Tas On 09.02.2012 @ 2:22 pm
My little brother would love to be a stunt man, he loves to admire their courage and what they get to do in their daily jobs, i.e. represent stars in movies. This is his primary aim in life, he would love to reach this by attending a specific stunt school in California later on.
» Posted By tas On 05.27.2012 @ 8:28 am
the composition of love carries with it a sliver of self sacrificial heartache. the veins of this fidelity create themselves to be something of a cluttered dwelling, confusing the soul until the clutter is clarified and elutriate. just as the moon has its time of expanding and contracting light, this sliver recedes almost as soon as it arises. to master the ascendancy of love means to rid of all its blithe which has made it what it should be; at ease, carefree, insouciant. be thankful for the present, for without the heartache there would be no love.
» Posted By Tas On 04.28.2012 @ 10:16 pm
like posters she clung to the walls of the moon. light danced upon her, creating a certain drifting sensation of hallucinations. purposefully, she was using this light to escape the drowning mind-set of ultimate despair. her silence echoed along with the sun, which was now exploding without intention or aspiration. numbness reiterated as the hollow caves of her heart swam like fierce fireworks, decorating the sky in her fragile mind. hysterically she attempted to fight the numbness away, seeking specific moments of distinguished emotions. there was no sanctity or dysphoria any longer. contentment as well had gradually disintegrated, without giving a chance of grasping even a speck of remembrance.
like posters she clung to the sanity of the moon. here she will stay, until the light dances away.
» Posted By Tas On 04.26.2012 @ 4:14 pm
he held the slightest glint in his eyes as he stared pondering the world around him. music blaring in his ear, he felt numb, not really happy or sad. just content. he wished to run, to drive, to fly. something that would bring him out of this hole in which he’d dug himself. he just wished to get away. to start a new escapade. and whatever had brought him to this point cannot be changed or undone. its just there.
with the slightest glint in his eyes, she saw this, all of this. she sensed it; in tune with his mind, feelings, reliefs, regrets. there was love there and she knew it. maybe hidden, buried beneath the ashes of lost causes. it must be there though, she thought. eyes like that can’t burn away the love. eyes much too different from hers which already had.
in unison their secluded inference collided. with smiles on their faces; light in their eyes, soon enough they’ll wash the pain away. they’ll run, drive, fly even. in order to progress, together, they’ll start a new escapade.
» Posted By Tas On 04.19.2012 @ 12:45 pm
thoughts so powerful they will rattle your brain. love so powerful it will rattle your soul. embrace the rattle of breath evading your body; ascending your spine. hallelujah to the one in our bones.
» Posted By Tas On 04.13.2012 @ 10:16 pm
the puddles on this woozy spring evening spread the streets like land mines beneath the wheat field, ready to be descended upon and resulting in a never ending explosion of disintegration. though building the risk of elimination, without these puddles there would be no need for self analysis of the past, present, and potential future. without these puddles there would be no need to dream of heavenly things falling from the sky, just as lights fall from windows panes beneath the heavy downfall of rain.
let these lights tumble down discreetly, resulting in an alluring mess of dewy cities.
» Posted By Tas On 04.10.2012 @ 5:04 pm
safety pins. safety pins holding her together so she wont just float away. these pins are keeping her grounded in a sense, but they will never stop her from drifting with her mind. no matter how many safety pins close up her body, she will never stop drifting. and it seems contradicting, for even though the key word is ‘safety’ she feels anything but safe. perhaps they should really be called unsafety pins. or rather unsavable. insavable? who knows. its not even a real fucking word.
she’ll try her hardest to rid of these so called safety pins. but somehow, no matter what, they will always be there to hold her back. keeping her from the wondrous thrill of risks. which really is safe, in my opinion;to broaden your horizon, take some risks. who would want to be in the same spot for eternity anyhow. fuck safety pins.
» Posted By Tas On 04.09.2012 @ 11:11 pm
the insanity of the storm waged its war once again. with their bodies trembling they screamed, “where, oh where is the peace? will we ever be able to feel alive, for the sake of mankind?” the sake of mankind. and what will become of their souls?
the willful wind replied, “you are not bodies who have souls, you are souls who have bodies. listen to the trees in which i shake and shimmer from my power. the roots ground them beneath the soil. but they know and understand that while the sky still awaits them, they will never stop growing. no matter what torment may come, with this knowledge they find peace WITHIN the storm. not before. not after. during. my only wish is that you live like the dwellings of these ancient forests.”
and with that they danced in unison with the woods, someplace much beyond where the wind could carry them; composing something of a poetic interpretation of new life.
they danced the storm away.
» Posted By Tas On 04.05.2012 @ 11:42 am
the mask of the hooded girl was painted with invisibility. only she knew it was there, day or night. it concealed her of her worries, her insecurities, most importantly her guilt. sometimes she would forget to take it off before she fell asleep; it became a part of her. the hood was for show; it let strangers know she had been smashed into a million pieces. it let them know she could not be toyed with.
so that was that. the mask was for her own self-pitying pleasures. to hide her from herself. the hood, well, she hated the hood. but she must keep in, to hide herself from the world.
“here’s to the someday”, she would say. vowing to rid of both before it was too late. before she was hidden forever.
» Posted By Tas On 04.04.2012 @ 12:13 pm
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the sky had flipped. trading the places of the most broken and the most blissful of human beings. nothing really was too different, except for now the segregated line of the lost and the remembered was forever abandoned. the broken could now experience peace; they could cry for happiness once more.
it won’t be long now though, until the sky must flip again. letting those who were content with life find it to be nothing at all compared to what it could be floating among the stars. they will begin to feel stranded in the desolate area which used to be known for its beauty and contempt. little could the universe have known that it was them who doubtlessly made it to be exactly that; desolate.
the broken will be healed, the healed will be broken. once the cycle has started, it will not be able to find an end.
indeed, the sky had flipped.
» Posted By Tas On 04.03.2012 @ 8:08 pm