HeY! so if you've stumbled across this..
this is my little world of old work, writing, and also any sketches that didn't quite makt the portfolio cut. [of which there are in creasingly more... gotta do that]
anyways. stay a while. read some of my writing, laugh at the suckiness that was my art last year[when i started drawing.. i know right>< i haven't been at this all that long... 'bout a year and a half... since start of school last year?]
anyways. thought this needed a NEW LOOK so Chicken Scrathings is getting a MAKEOVER.
- Created By Aethelwynne
waves
this is a poem/song thing that i wrote...in french class
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the darkening sky
and the penetrating ocean
hiding us from each other
and the world
we become one with the earth
and more
blending our bodies together
without vision
only touch
forming our life anew
in the waves
washing over and under and through
washing clean our insides
sterilizing our minds
of all the horrors I cannot understand
the roaring of the waves
drowning out
all the white noise in my mind
I cannot hear you speak
with our mouths together
your voice penetrates
all that is the sounds
drain out with the next wave
as you lean over
again for our minds to speak
with each other
washing over and under and through
washing clean our insides
sterilizing our minds
of all the horrors I cannot understand
inky swirls on my bare skin
mimic the sea
drawn by you on my body
I am your canvas
waterlogged and stained
stiff with salt
pulled out of the sea
by your change of mind
wishing to let the black run
and smear under your hands
as I dry
washing over and under and through
washing clean our insides
sterilizing our minds
of all the horrors I cannot understand
broken promises
the shells cutting into my back
as we lay on the sand
staining the sand black under the stars
I won’t change before you
the wounds will mend
they just hurt right now
stung by the salt
arms wrapping me
so I cannot cut myself to pieces
as we stand in the waves
washing over and under and through
washing clean our insides
sterilizing our minds
of all the horrors I cannot understand
we stand in the waves
Empty School Buses
I did this while on the bus one evening. Gonna put it up here for your reading pleasure. Don't worry if you don't understand my meaning. I post poems that hold meaning for me so that you may find your own. -- riding to my house ...beaten
wings
beating on
backs
beaten on by
arms
reaching out for
bodies
craving a taste of
love
wrenching through
hearts
beating on like
wings
Random phrases that could be poems if you want.
ok so these are things that i think up..... alot of tehm on the bus.. because i have time to sink into my head then. sorry if you hate them... i LIKE metaphor... and eloquence... or my attempt at eloquence... these all kinda suck so just ignore them...i'm putting them here so i won't forget them... they hold meaning to me. so comment if you want. tell me what i could do better. tell me if you likey.... i kinda have an abstract style that usually ends up kinda dark...
lemme know what you think.
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in winter
in the shreiking cold
you can almost feel the trees
yearning to withdraw their
feet from the confines
of earth
so that they may
press their naked
acheing
breaking
bodies togeather to
propogate warmth and feeling
in numb limbs
---
contusion grins widely
reveals dark wet
sharp incisors
hands make skin
shiver
in disgust and sickening yearning
inhuman hands of bark and thorn
human nakedness
agaist penetration
gazes of wet stone eyes
body pressed aginst housing
as life is escalated
another drained
life given to the immortal
almost dead
and hes almost dead....
