David Jones's Blog, page 1330
September 23, 2012
"This reality is of tattered dreams,
Already splitting open at their seams,
Preserved by the hope..."
“This reality is of tattered dreams,
Already splitting open at their seams,
Preserved by the hope that we will not fade,
But unravelling with atoms unmade.”
- The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa
Already splitting open at their seams,
Preserved by the hope that we will not fade,
But unravelling with atoms unmade.”
- The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa
September 22, 2012
cisbender:
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve...
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
September 21, 2012
September 20, 2012
The only one who holds me back is me
But he has strong arms
And I wonder if I will ever leave
His...
The only one who holds me back is me
But he has strong arms
And I wonder if I will ever leave
His steel clad clutches.
I am the prison warder of myself
Who holds all the keys
To the cells of these forever moments,
And his grip is firm.
I am the opposing army of me
Who commands the field
Long after the other enemies fall:
He will not give up.
I cannot defeat myself
I cannot abandon me.
