| A sad story really...(tissues at the ready??) I used to love being called an artist - then I think I studied it at school/college too long. Nowadays whenever I paint I just get frustrated...not good! Maybe it will lift someday, but for now I'm more of an 'art admirer' than an 'artist' which I'm happy with... for now  xx |
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I need youI need you Things aren't how they should be, Everything’s too much for me, Moving too fast, Too fastI need you
Well I can’t see the forest for the trees, I can smell the fire, On the redwood climbing higher, It’s been smoking for too long, Too long
Years now I’ve been trapped inside my mind,
A place I'm on my own, That feels like anywhere but home, You see why I need you now? I need you.
by ~ocean-centred
AnalysisAnalysis
Everywhere smells like it just rained,
And the world is tinted blue, I wonder, you must see it too? Every second of the day beats loudly Against the wall ...But you don’t ask
Don’t need to ask at all.
by ~ocean-centred
TonightTonight when I sleep the seasons will change andTonight
The world will be as still as it feels
by ~ocean-centred
WIP. Any SenseUndone slinky Self portrait Sound waves moving over crop circlesWIP. Any Sense
A shape on a page Self portrait Too many beads in an eggshell
Brie on chalk Self portrait City lights blink in the mind of a ghost
Pupils changing seasons Self portrait Made-up clown missing a mouth
Dishes and saucepot lids Self portrait The underground spins in the clouds
Greek laugh Hebrew cry Self portrait Asked a question on a mountain
Understand? Repeat Repeat Repeat? Understand. Repeat Repeat Re-
by ~ocean-centred
Favourites
The Prince of MoroccoHe wished for the honey of a thousand kingdoms Gold as far as he could see Settling heavy against his lips Removed by tongue and tongue alone A different vintage away from homeThe Prince of Morocco
Eyes covered he was spun until He faced three caskets So he chose gold and found A bee still struggling between his lips
Still he hunted possibilities Flying without wings Falling without rejection on impact He insisted that gravity
Made earth so hard, made women So leaden
After, not even honey could Wipe the bitter taste from his mouth
by ~Sansura
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- Current Residence: Nottingham/Surrey UK
- Interests: Reading, Musing, Travelling
- Favourite movie: 'I am Sam'. 'A Beautiful Mind'. 'The Reader'
- Favourite band or musician: Kelly Clarkson. Pink. The Beatles. Ryan Adams.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jodi Picolt. E.E Cummings, Carol Ann Duffy.
- Favourite photographer: Cindy Sherman
- Favourite style of art: The individual breathtaking kind of styles
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod MINI :D
- Shell of choice: Turtle...?
- Favourite game: Twister! And many many card games :P
- Favourite cartoon character: Stitch :D
- Personal Quote: Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then its not the end
- Tools of the Trade: Pencils, watercolours, erasers
- Email: ac00140@surrey.ac.uk
- MSN: aprilshowers@ntlworld.com
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You Ok Aprilla?
xxx
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
Your style intrigues me. I love it.
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maybe if you cross your fingers
and if you count from one to ten
you can get up from the ground again
it doesn't matter, the whole things just a
Game.
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
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Always look on the dark side. Then if things turn out all right, it's a pleasant surprise
Thats sucks.
One day though benben yes?!
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maybe if you cross your fingers
and if you count from one to ten
you can get up from the ground again
it doesn't matter, the whole things just a
Game.
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Always look on the dark side. Then if things turn out all right, it's a pleasant surprise
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If in your mind there is some corner/ not yet occupied with numbers you may never need,/ remind your memory of the day/ we turned to watch the rain/ and turning back forgot/ that we belonged to one another.
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maybe if you cross your fingers
and if you count from one to ten
you can get up from the ground again
it doesn't matter, the whole things just a
Game.
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