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
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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
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.
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
Carlin Step by DJ Steve Porter & DJ Eli Wilkie
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.