Raw and exposed
through holes in rainbows
that don't exist
...they never did.
Raw and impressed
on density
that is weakened
...from within me.
Raw and depressed
fried gray matter
that confuses
...clouded pathways.
Raw and vapid
the things we believe
that hold no truth
...artifical.
Raw and impaled
on heavy steel
that is intense
...so very rare.
Raw and entwined
in a new mind
that is pure truth
...and beautiful.
Raw and exposed
with new love's breath
that fills my black
...with a sweet bliss.
Raw and exposed
through holes in rainbows
that don't exist
...they never did.
Raw and impressed
on density
that is weakened
...from within me.
Raw and depressed
fried gray matter
that confuses
...clouded pathways.
Raw and vapid
the things we believe
that hold no truth
...artifical.
Raw and impaled
on heavy steel
that is intense
...so very rare.
Raw and entwined
in a new mind
that is pure truth
...and beautiful.
Raw and exposed
with new love's breath
that fills my black
...with a sweet bliss.
Symphony of Light by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature
Literature
Symphony of Light
Flickering,
And staggering,
Like a drunken sailor,
Across an empty,
Street!
(The sky's ablaze, the skies amaze!)
Standing still,
Feeling your heart beat,
It's like flying at,
One hundred thousand,
Feet!
(The sky's ablaze, the skies amaze!)
Holding your breath,
And still feeling it slip away...
The sky's ablaze!
The skies amaze!
It's a floating panorama,
Caused by flipping pages
Watching it unfold,
In such brilliant stages,
And nothing you could do,
Will ever erase it...
Misleading dreams
Crash through my nights
Hopes of things
Reveal inner fights
People who are gone
Still near
Not lost
But you said you were
I looked into your unchanged eyes
And your wave stained hair
Unchanged you were there
But you’re not here
Almost a year
And I’m still bleeding
The nightmares left
But I’m still beating
Up myself
How I couldn’t save you
Almost a year
And I’ll never forget
The crash and the burn
Of the day that you left
I’ll never forget the sound
The sound of a thousand hearts breaking
The sound of the world around me quaking
And often I think about
Ways I could have treated you bett
The Passion and the Fury by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature
Literature
The Passion and the Fury
A tempest is who I am
A furious storm
Of existence
It waxes and it wanes,
Through the laughter and the pain
Each time, a subtle change
Fury
Raging uncontrolled,
Consuming the very depths of my soul,
Latching on, not letting go
It is not a negative thing,
Not truly, what this passion brings
Indeed, it makes me sing
It can be angry and almost uncaring,
Typically leaves you staring
Hopefully, in wonder
It roars and it soars,
Sometimes leaves me face flat upon the floor
Often, in a room with no doors
In truth, it is a prison,
Each day, a million facets of the prism
That is me
Fractured,
And on fire
It seems I make my fuel,
Burning
I am interested in art and would like to explore it more. I do like to write and find that it is my creative outlet, however, I appreciate visual art as well. I think art is a journey and an integral part of life.
I am currently suffering through my first writing in a long time. I have words written down on paper. It is a start. I have images in my head that I am trying to convey through words and it is coming faster this morning than I expected. I may reach out to one of you for a little private feedback before I actually post it, because I need a little push. If any of you would like to help me out, let me know. I will have something solid up by next weekend. This is not a promise I am making to you, but to myself.
Instead of making grand "I am" statements on my first journal entry here, I've decided to just turn my brain upside down and spill out the contents for all to read. Take what you will from it. A proper brain dump for my very first entry seems appropriate.
To say that people are complex is, perhaps, the biggest understatement in the universe. There are subtle and loud differences between all of us and yet we still seem to find people we connect with. How those connections occur is still somewhat mysterious and wonderful. If there is anything "magical" in this world, it is those amazing connections we make with one another. It's chemistry. It'