|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Ubiquitous FigureUbiquitous Figure
Melancholic smiles of ash and turpentine stain calm expressions of interest,
fluctuating like hear-monitors on terminating guests.
His eyes; brown cotton balls of reassurance -
a twisted coating for obsidian marred and stained with psychosis and turbulence.
Neat, conservative, regal: his hair is hay in a haystack... of those older than himself,
A ubiquitous figure painted with brushes of the ordinary maintained by someone else.
Chasms and watercoloured underlays of swelling asbestos show Sherlock fruitless clues.
Daily macroscopic microbes inspected with fishbowls are the subject of his muse.
Varnish for his peeling paint, his rust is showing through.
A labyrinth made with cosmic rays, he lives his life through you.
COAOM: 01.01.05-.06Chronicles of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter V - Confrontation
Low tensile strength.
Break apart, fall apart.
Pull apart, and stop.
Quiet; you should be thankful.
Chomping on acid pills.
You prescribed them.
You ordered them.
Hey, wait a second...
All good, all bad.
All for you.
Not true, I was merely...
Shut it, and just listen.
Woah, that is way too far!
OI, shush it up!!
Clashed time lapse.
Okay, I'll give him that.
Good for you.
So it's that easy, eh?
Alright, that's it. This audience is history. Throw in the hat, for his sake.
As always, you asked for it.
Chronicles of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter VI - Acceptance
COAOM: 01.01.07-.08Chronicles of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter VII Duel
Gasping for rest, from this zest, it's the best;
Way, to keep you writing this test.
Coming at the pace, you face, and brace;
The fray, that is breaking your base.
Running for the goal, you toll, you mole;
Away, to try to save your soul.
Failing to ask, your task, you bask;
For the day, you outlast this mask.
It flies, and the last one's up;
Combing for the Dancer, filling your cup
With lies, and you act like a pup;
Smiling as you frown, which constantly strains
Your eyes, searching through pains;
For scribbles of an answer, written on slates
Of dyes, under paper weights;
Holding you down, failing these states.
And they will all shine for you,
And they will all take your cue,
And they will all confide in you,
And they will all bound your Screw.
And we will all stare at you,
And we will all seal your clue,
And we will all crumble for you,
And we will all make you true.
The message lost while learning
By your tries; while
COAOM: 01.01.03-.04Chronicles of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter III - Synergistic Psychosis
Narrator, speak for me. Mine mind be blown past words.
Good morning morning glory, what's the story?
Last night... First on the scene... This is the 'Apathetic News...' Back to you 'Nameless...'
Oh, so true. Flicking channels of thought, like skipping stones -
Decreasing latency and comprehension
Bouncing less, patting the waters edge with a dulling blade: clarity -
Cross the threshold -
Drowning under the surface, heavy stones keep no reservoirs -
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
Oh, how lead appendages weigh -
Touching bottom -
Darkness in-bound, yet comfortable -
Motion stops, Time's face drops; head nods -
Stillness of mind, vacant eyes, senses clear, black hole heart -
Settling in with shrapnel-paraphernalia-clout-dust-sand-soul -
Soul scattered for the water.
Henceforth, mine eyes see on contemporary clarity. Let visions clear fray of thought fo
COAOM: 01.01.01-.02Chronicals of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter I - The Advent
Trapped template of security and flawless form,
Safety beyond from worlds over, worlds torn,
Disembowl faith for self-reliance.
Contraditions of obvious masks, obfusicate the in from out,
Discovery of mystery, of false personality, of truth-be-told to unsettling eyes.
Careful watch from towers of social complexes, mishaps and curiosty,
Deceit and cumbersome interest spark false faces,
Interest in spasms of failure and demise, and excitations.
Bound to social realms,
Caught in selfish dreams,
Forced in obedience.
Shackled for the Dreamer,
Locked forth false hope,
Captured soul and toll,
Appreciation by exertion.
Who are you, Man of words, symbols, influenced, decadence?
Come forth and show yourself.
Chronicals of an Overwrought Mind: Part I: Chapter II - Tolerance
Fool, face yourself and believe.
Run, obviously, alllusions with The Flame in mind.
(Hesitant mind for fierce-fear contr
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More