The scene is thus.
I am sitting in a rock lined pool. Dark green and brown moss, dead and soaked, cling fiercely to the outcroppings. Behind me, a steady bubble of water burbles and sighs, the only sound in my morning reverie. On my left, huge drifts of snow loom over me, leading further up the embankment to a line of ancient spruce framed by steel sky.
On my right, in the mere, a gently decreasing slope sends water tinkling over smooth slate. The small stream opens up to a series of low pools, steam issuing from warmer spots of water. There is marsh ground about, but it is deeply covered with soft round snow. Low hummocks give way to spars
These old blue jeans, frayed from innumerable rips.
Given shape with hours of careful scissor snips.
Threaded maps on calves and knees,
Vast continents isolated in lonely denim seas.
For hours I've navigated from hip to toe
Every inch of adventure the fabric shows
Til all my fingertips can find,
A hem, an end, charted territory left behind.
Not daring to move, I've stood upon that brink,
Feeling how my fingers slowly try to sink
Beyond the cloth, into the dark, down to the world beneath
To see what warm soft treasures I'm longing to bequeath.
But still my fingers will remain, caressing the rips and seams.
And travel through the w
I have a small pink elephant
He is my imagination.
And when I'm stuck for words and rhymes
He is my inspiration.
In a moment's pause, pen poised in hand
Me hesitant, and uninspired,
One look at my clever lad
And the spark is soon refired!
He jangles sweetly in my mind
Harmonious, mischievous, endearing.
And ink splatters across the empty page
As I feel new verses nearing.
He follows me on chiming feet
As soft as snowflakes falling.
His trumpeting call is bright and gay,
Like triumphant angels calling.
He bids me go and seize the day,
To refuse to let life jade me.
And if I need a moment's muse,
I can use the joy he gave me.
The scene is thus.
I am sitting in a rock lined pool. Dark green and brown moss, dead and soaked, cling fiercely to the outcroppings. Behind me, a steady bubble of water burbles and sighs, the only sound in my morning reverie. On my left, huge drifts of snow loom over me, leading further up the embankment to a line of ancient spruce framed by steel sky.
On my right, in the mere, a gently decreasing slope sends water tinkling over smooth slate. The small stream opens up to a series of low pools, steam issuing from warmer spots of water. There is marsh ground about, but it is deeply covered with soft round snow. Low hummocks give way to spars
I have a small pink elephant
He is my imagination.
And when I'm stuck for words and rhymes
He is my inspiration.
In a moment's pause, pen poised in hand
Me hesitant, and uninspired,
One look at my clever lad
And the spark is soon refired!
He jangles sweetly in my mind
Harmonious, mischievous, endearing.
And ink splatters across the empty page
As I feel new verses nearing.
He follows me on chiming feet
As soft as snowflakes falling.
His trumpeting call is bright and gay,
Like triumphant angels calling.
He bids me go and seize the day,
To refuse to let life jade me.
And if I need a moment's muse,
I can use the joy he gave me.
In the fluttering of my mind,
Where darker things unwind.
Open my eyes, and I am blind.
My madness, as ever, is only mine.
To Morpheus' grasp I seek relief
Like a throbbing knot of want.
Where things reside beyond belief.
And follow in a ghostly haunt.
Memories rip with tiny teeth,
Shredding all my lies.
Baring all that's hid beneath
And scattering it to empty skies.
I latch on to the current of doubt.
It courses my body, through and throughout.
A night of clean, cold, and hard.
A starless sky, vast and without.
Where there is no buffer for what I've kept barred.
A vortex of loathing, directed within
Hollowing out everythi
Well here I am! I said I would start updating in February! How's that for procrastination?
Anyways I have a new project underway
The Season's: Night project I am hoping to finish, but have no real expectations of it happening.
Anyways, thats that!
Ciao, babies!
xoxo
Zinn
Hello hello! I know I have been an incredible bore lately, but I have been doing quite a bit more photo manipping lately, and I look forward to working on the updated and improved deviantArt!
<3
Zinn
I like it. End of story. It has managed to perk up my interest in dA yet again. I love that we have thumbnails. That always bothered me (no having them) and it made it quite a task to check my messages. But I feel more positive now! Yay!