Skelleton, or in some cases Skellevision, a starving artist: Photography, sculpture, poetry.

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Keep touching lives and raping eyes, my little bone bags. ~Skelleton

 

Fade

Brighter than your soul, Bluer than your lips

Marked and measured by the blade, watch it as it drips

Isolated by perfection, striving ever still

Down and gone the numbers fall, ‘til you’re to weak to check at all

Transparent secrecy, pushing forth the finish

Time told in kilograms, suffering so selfish

Fade until you vanish, or choke until you panic

~Skelleton @ skellevision.tumblr.com

(Source: skellevision)

Fooled to Feel

Reality is a transient bolide

Long lost trail of a tide

Everything is no longer

A ripple in a desert mind

Wish upon a mortality

Life we had no hope to broach

Echos of terrible frailty

Shadows at the most

We were fooled to feel

For love a haunting ghost

(Source: skellevision)

City of Screams

there are no dreams in this city that never sleeps.

there is no rest in this city that never keeps.

just perpetual change, with no sense to spare;

bums in cardboard houses everywhere.

no blinking for the sighted, just rubble for the slighted.

no living in the moment, just dying for what might of.

no grass, just weed, and ongoing need, hunger, greed

you cant see the bars from the other side,

so come on in and enjoy the ride.

welcome to New York City,

the city of (silent) screams.

~Skelleton @ skellevision.tumblr.com

(Source: skellevision)

Clown

Paint your face you broken clown

or you will let the people down

They’ve come from far to watch you jest

so button up your sequins vest

(Source: skellevision)

Internal Struggle

I’ve had multiple people tell me they love me

Then when it comes time to man up and show me

They just throw me, into a pile of bullshit and lies

And as hard as I try, I can’t make it through to you

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Heart, this is your brain, I’m always here for you

But you have to learn from your mistakes and do as I do

I can’t always be the glue to stick you back together

‘Cause you’re wearing me thin, and I’m beginning not to remember

Where I start and you end, where the line is between enemy and friend

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Remember when you had passion and ambition

Remember when I was the one with the intuition

I was holding you up when you couldn’t think straight

I told you to follow me, there was nothing to debate 

Now that I need you, you act like this is fate

How can you leave me here to rot, you think you’re so righteous

You think I forgot, you think it’s one sided

I won’t be slighted, just know this is a battle that you yourself ignited

By Skellevision

(Source: skellevision)

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS

 

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind 
and floats downstream till the current ends 
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage 
can seldom see through his bars of rage 
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill 
of things unknown but longed for still 
and his tune is heard on the distant hill 
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze 
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees 
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams 
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream 
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill 
of things unknown but longed for still 
and his tune is heard on the distant hill 
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

~MAYA ANGELOU

Starving

Trapped in a hole buried under your mistakes.

Fighting for a role I may never make.

Tearing over things you didn’t need to mention.

Biting my tongue trying to release the tension.

Running through my thoughts, losing all direction.

Starving myself, pleading for your attention.

Heart Breaker

I bite a line on the nape of your neck

I put a stain on the foot of your bed

but I can never leave a footprint where it counts

I can’t leave a mark where it pounds

I can’t change the way I get down

I can’t help but run around

‘cause I’m a lonely heart breaker

forever risk taker

I break down walls and make them safer

I’ll be your armour baby if you shine for me

I’ll give you time if your time is free

I’ll make you smile if you smile for me

And I’ll be out of your hair by a quarter to three

A kiss of wine

2 swallows of pink

a cold bed to lay in

a monster she thinks

A clear liquid spills

a cough and a gag

she sleeps alone

that old sorry hag

Paint on her pillow

clay on her foot

her mind keeps on racing

her heart turns to soot

Pocketed poison

shatters of glass

no hope for tomorrow

she’s stuck in the past

Doll

My eyes shut, I never sleep. I hear whispers of my name, they’re never sweet. The backgrounds change, I’m running in place. I try to make you proud, I’m just a disgrace. So, I paint a crooked smile on my broken doll face.