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All Deviations
All Deviations
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much love

Journal Entry: Wed Jun 14, 2006, 2:31 PM
please visit my new gallery

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p.s. please buy a print of wedding white blooms

prints

Journal Entry: Fri May 5, 2006, 4:26 AM
buy a print

my print account

Journal Entry: Tue Aug 2, 2005, 2:42 PM
since i havent sold many prints i no longer submit them but if anyone ever sees a photo that they like and would like to buy it let me know and i will submit it as a print.

  • Mood: fine

flood

Journal Entry: Fri Jul 29, 2005, 1:54 AM
put me back in my pod
rows of peas
raw, uncooked
yet healthy there
we dreamt of greece
pillars that reach the sky
pod by pod
we dreamt
loomed in a cocoon
woven by the master
that was never your god
but only your life sentence.
-katherine ellora batchelor-

  • Mood: alone

i want to go home

Journal Entry: Fri Jul 22, 2005, 11:25 AM
cyanide_spoon
i want to go home

a fresh coat of paint won't hide what i left there
unease so fractured in the brushstrokes
insane brushstrokes
i made my own sun
and i climbed up the walls
and then
there
in the fake sun
i made artificial laughter
in footprints green and bare
each print aware of where i'd been
every day something else would fall apart
then in that unelevated place
6 feet above what i could never bury
in a manic haze i left it all behind
what can you be in such an unmodified loom
2nd floor off limits
locks another place not for me, not mine
but in that place i decorated every wall
faerie wings
tattered synthetic wings
i wore them when i was crazy
and i made a fake cherry border with ribbon
because it was all we could afford.
the dishes stacked up
and the clothes did too
it was ours.
there in that time so far from this one.
and the grass so green grew and grew because we were to lazy to cutt it-
it was ours.
aware of poverty as i looked out my front door
i admired people with such creativy of
making flower resting places in old bathroom fixtures
how alive
but when i closed my front door
it was like closing the lid of a coffin
i miss that death.
i do.
ours.
not here.
another realm
nothing resembles anything else
cold in the perfection of what's around me
take me back just once
i left my soul there
and here now
only with vaccant eyes.

  • Mood: alone