CARCASS
CARCASS
"You don't like me anymore?" She asked him, the one in the shadows where he always was; not because he was scared; he was fragile or just did not belong in sunlight. She was walking out of the doors of her half-light world when she asked; suddenly not sure it was good to do it. He stands back, in ease, in chaos that he draws and calls peace. Her yellow lace turn back to grey, her whites again walking back to colliding dust and covers, he was an illusion and always will be for her, but still "You don't like me anymore?" He draws for her, on her palm, words, more of them, tickling her, then he smiles-happy? Content? No, the drawings lie; he can't. She loves him even more, desperately. It matters now, wounds do no heal on her, and he cuts her, his nail now digging in her palm. He walks back, into the dark, she wounded as the dust comes back to cover. Mother would not let her child die.
He was a shadow and will never stop being one; she was already afraid of the paper walls building on him in purpose.
Am trying to develop photographs without much success. Need to find some articles (or books) on it. Any help is welcome.
"You don't like me anymore?" She asked him, the one in the shadows where he always was; not because he was scared; he was fragile or just did not belong in sunlight. She was walking out of the doors of her half-light world when she asked; suddenly not sure it was good to do it. He stands back, in ease, in chaos that he draws and calls peace. Her yellow lace turn back to grey, her whites again walking back to colliding dust and covers, he was an illusion and always will be for her, but still "You don't like me anymore?" He draws for her, on her palm, words, more of them, tickling her, then he smiles-happy? Content? No, the drawings lie; he can't. She loves him even more, desperately. It matters now, wounds do no heal on her, and he cuts her, his nail now digging in her palm. He walks back, into the dark, she wounded as the dust comes back to cover. Mother would not let her child die.
He was a shadow and will never stop being one; she was already afraid of the paper walls building on him in purpose.
Am trying to develop photographs without much success. Need to find some articles (or books) on it. Any help is welcome.
Labels: That line between my brows
posted by De.vile at 11:30 AM
29 Comments:
Me first....
woo hoo...
ok now lemme dig in the post...
Peace,
Firacub.
Hey is this relevant to the talk we had that day or am I thinking a bit too much :))
Peace,
Firacub.
that was so expressive. let me ponder it more a moment.
I was thinking of a dead woman when I wrote that. I think she was somewhere a cross between my grandma and the only other corpse I saw.
Oh God!
save me from dis De Vile woomna
Fira
she is yours
u came first
but i dont tink coming first is liked by woomen
Whoa u sure get ppl thinkin !
lol saby. Witty fart.
Chikka u write heavy stuff...too heavy for mah blondy genes :(
Keshi.
keshi u a wannabe blonde
doesn't suit u :)
manya
WHO THE FUK is Manya !
SHIT !
i dont understand those heavy words u rite
say it in plain english
u love me na?
ooopppss!
i tink i said too much
if dat guy arrives now
i will be his story
i am all shook(fucked) up
my baby left me
told me to get lost
.
vaporous.The idea of violence somehow lurks in your writeups.A hint,yeah..just a hint.And it's beautiful.
and yeah Saby,I arrived and now you can start counting backwards old pal.
Keshi: A Sri Lankan blonde? Or is it someone else who wrote that?
Saby: *shrugs* I got nothing to say.
Jim: You are one perky fat fella, arent ya?
Ashes: I like that, the voilence part. Very umm 'orgasmic' *sneers*
Anonymous said...
Begone De Vile,
am not dying
i have been born again
ever since the Austrayalan kicked me in the pantz
.
10:14 AM
Slippy sloapy sluppy sloath biggidy biggidy biggidy bach minky go noodle big snookems got poodles. The no limit sign dosnt mean no limit does it? Can it? Dosnt there have to be a limit?
who is this pig above ?
does he always do this in public?
your poetry is awesome
i only wish i could understand it
ur more than a wooman
ur a DEVIL WOOMAN
Dlak: Yeah, but you can always not want limits, right?
Johnny B Good: Like one wasnt enough...
Your Imagination is mesmerizing!
humans SUXS !
.
Hey Dil.Ville,
WHere have u been? Hows de exams goin? Best of luck mate.
Peace,
Firacub.
Are you trying to develop photos in a darkroom or using a pc?
Darkrooms are fun, but i'd only ever develop black and white photos in them. Colour is such a pain.
I Use a digital darkroom now.
Yr welcome to email me and ask me a few questions about it all if you want. I'm not saying i'll have any good answers, though...
S.x
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