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Heliophobia"Heliophobia"Heliophobia
Every morning, a beautiful beam of
sunlight spills over the windowsill and
splashes onto the floor.
Specs of dust flit in and out of the startling
ray, inviting me to join their dance.
They taunt me. I swing my legs from
under the covers and lightly land on the floor.
My feet lead me towards the sunlight.
Reaching it, I extend my arm until the tips of my fingers meet the beam,
but they are quickly withdrawn.
In and out of the sunlight,
I twirl my fingers, never leaving them in for too long.
The flecks of dust still play w
by ~ischellexyz
CorruptionSeptember 2008Corruption
"Corruption" We are dangerous hypocrites. We are striving for peace by going to war. The economy we rely so heavily upon is diminishing. We are destroying our world, which gives us so much sustenance, in order to create luxuries
we vow that we cannot live without. The food we consume, the very thing that gives us energy and keeps us alive, is also threatening to kill us, to take us away from our world. Murderous anger building inside our chests, resulting in arguments and grudges and pain. Obsession with physical appearances driving us to extr
by ~ischellexyz
IllusionsSeptember 2008Illusions
"Illusions" Next to the heavy wooden door
on the top step she sits, golden in the brilliance of the evening sun. Eyes alive with inspiration,
her delicate fingers twist around her chosen tool, a pencil. A sketchpad lies in her lap,
awaiting the lead’s silver touch. The scene before her is now outlined
onto the ardent paper, the pencil tracing each detail her eyes see; the thick green leaves of the pear trees, the soft and gentle wisps of olive trees, the skyline connecting with lush, spongy grass, and the forest skirt
by ~ischellexyz
A Warm Afternoon“A Warm Afternoon”A Warm Afternoon
Shafts of light fall heavily all around, Casting a tranquil glow throughout the room. Specs of dust flit in and out of the sunlight As a benign kitten swats playfully at a ball. The furniture rests, pristine and blissful, Radiating in the fresh beams of brilliance. An incense’s exhaust curls towards the ceiling, Pirouetting and quivering in the flickering lambency. The dazzle begins to fade and dissolve, Withdrawing from the placid room Until all is inky and obscure.
by ~ischellexyz
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so creative :]
i thought the idea was really quite neat :]
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conor oberst, as well.
i admire both oberst and your artwork :]
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