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I amI am the dreaming procrastinator
I wonder how it feels to fly
I hear the clicking sound of distant walking
I see black and white mix into gray
I am the dreaming procrastinator

I pretend I am somewhere else
I feel the soft silence calm me
I touch your lingering breath in the air
I worry I won't feel anything anymore
I cry when I see your eyes fall in misery
I am the dreaming procrastinator

I understand I need to stand and walk on
I say that I'll pull through in the end
I dream of being lost in big places
I try to understand and apply results
I hope I won't be stuck here for long
I am the dreaming procrastinator

InvisibleA heartbeat skips
and I'm made aware
of the pumping blood
in my veins

Breathe

It's like I have to hide me
I have to try to climb higher
to get away

The nightmares
come after me,
they want to find me.
They tell me to stay, but I run away
from the lies that try to blind me.

I don't know
where you get the idea
that I have to be you.

Why can't I be me?
"It's like destiny you see."
Why do you do this to me?

The nightmares try to find me
they are behind me.

Why do you do this?

The nightmares make me turn away,
though they say I should stay...

I can't face this brainwashing hate!

Why can't you let me be me?!

I don't need

OblivionMy eyes are crystal;
scraping against the howling wind;
it moves and speaks to me
about the tree angels,
the tree angels
that will grant me wings
to fly
above the screeching ocean
that opens its mouth wide
to swallow me up;
to pull me down deeper
and deeper
into oblivion.

Under the eggshell skyPaper moth wings
fly at dusk
and the green feathers
fall from the trees

I watched her
leather red lips
blow out
cotton ball clouds

And her marble
brown eyes
stare at the
blue eggshell sky

The sky is broken
she whispered

CirclePave the way
for absolute
failure, failure;
oh well,
my dreams
left me long ago
anyway.

Alluded
by myself,
I was thinking
I had the chance;
I concluded
with such a bias
that I had it,
I had it
now it's gone.

My heart has
a big hole,
big enough
for many people
to crawl into
and stir it.

Destitution
of my very being
failure, failure;
my steps lead
in circles.

Maybe some day
I can find the end
of the circle
of the roundabout
manner of
the world.

My dreams
left me long ago,
but that
doesn't mean
they won't
find me again.

IncursionYour heart
is nothing
but an empty beating shell
Poor Alice.
Your heart
has been raided by a fool.

(I think you've lost your mind
somewhere along the road
you left behind)
And it scares me
Alice, poor Alice.

Are you sure,
are you sure
we're in the same world?
(I can barely see
the whites of your eyes)
are you sure,
are you sure
you're real anymore?
(Sometimes I barely
feel real myself...)

When did
your heart
get lost in the cold
of the snow?
Poor Alice
Is it even
beating now?

(I think I've lost you
somewhere along the road)
And it scares me
Alice, poor Alice.

You're so far away

Are you sure,
are you sure
we'

StardanceI can see you when the
Stars dance
In the glow of the moonlight.

And I feel you when the wind blows
In the harshness of the cold.

All of my beating heart,
It cries out for you.
And in the wake of the morning,
I will see you with the dawn.

My thanks to you allI thought about writing this thank you in a journal, but then I decided that I would much rather make this a deviation that you can have to look back on knowing that it's you that have made a difference in someone's life. Who's life? Mine. I wouldn't keep writing if it wasn't for the fact that I knew many enjoyed it. I wouldn't try my hardest to improve if it weren't for you listening and giving me your good advice. You make up deviant art.

You make me love art and love writing. You help me dig deep within myself and pull out something beautiful. I love seeing your art blossom and being inspired by your thoughts as well. If it weren't for wa

With the birdsToday I dreamt
what it would be like
to see the unseen
to not hear
the voices of
of those crying for me
for I cannot comfort them

Today I dreamt
that I could hear nothing
but the sounds of birds
flapping their wings
they don't chirp
they don't whine
but their wings flap
like they are distant
but close by

An echo of distance
but closeness
the feeling of being heavy
yet light

Today I dreamt
that I could see myself
watch myself breathe heavily
and I watched the people
pass by to see me
I could see everything
I was curious about

I could feel myself
become cold and warm
over and over again
I could see my skin chan

What I have leftMy heart is entombed in rock,
on the inside it's stirring,
wanting to burst everything
from the inside out.

What I have left:
this pen to ink onto paper
and everything inside,
till there's nothing left to say.

Wait for meWait for me behind
the black cloud,
behind the fallen star,
the hidden shadow.

I'll show you a secret
I'll show you what you
want to know.

Lilies grow among the weeds,
they love to be choked,
they love to be choked.

You know it's true.

Desperation,
dirty deeds,
little lies
and hidden fees.

Wait for me among
the thorny roses,
among the lost souls,
the beaten and bruised.

Wait for me among the dead

Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughts
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.

Maybe I'm Dreamingmaybe i'm dreaming,
but if i'm dreaming of you
then why should i care?

Old dreamsDelicate impaired eyes.
She reaches for the shore, the sunset.
She fills milk into a paper cup,
gives up every dream, every thought.

She reaches for the shore, the sunset.
Her name is whispered by a thousand tongues, but she
gives up every dream, every thought.
She drips life into her paper cup.

Ethereal light casts shadows on her face
She breathes her dreams once more
and focuses her weary pupils.
When did life become so simple?

She breathes in her dreams once more.
She fills milk into a paper cup.
When did life become so simple?
Delicate impaired eyes.

NeverIf I was right
to write
what right
would you have
to write my rights away?

If my hair was
a part of
the heir decision
where would I go
to wear
my clothing
in private?

What is this
if this was what
that was?

Nobody knows
for what was
will never be
and what will never be
never was

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Despair under moonlight

by ~CartheInsane, Dec 22, 2008, 9:31:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

My little darling,
blackened by the moonlight night;
somehow your skin is
falling into shadows, into shadows.

Little pieces of the moon
fall into your eyes;
the stars escape
into the curls of your hair.

The sunlight flowers of your irises
have gone out.

Despair under moonlightby ~CartheInsane

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

©2008-2013 ~CartheInsane

I actually quite like this one. It just sort of came out while listening to "System of a down" (their self-titled album).

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theme "The Night Moon".

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~Inazuma-desu Jun 12, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Great imagery! It's really beautiful and emotion packed for a short poem. I really love this!

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~CartheInsane Jun 12, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very very much.

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~EscapingThePast Jun 7, 2010

I love this, it is beautiful and unique...
btw system rocks!

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~CartheInsane Jun 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, thank you.

And I agree.

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~EscapingThePast Jun 8, 2010

no problem!!!

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~Bahama-dreams Jun 7, 2010

Little pieces of the moon
fall into your eyes;
the stars escape
into the curls of your hair.
I love this part, brilliance!

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~CartheInsane Jun 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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~Bahama-dreams Jun 7, 2010

You're Welcome

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~Drock13 Jun 7, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

I really enjoy this but if i may make a comment would it sound better if you changed moonlight into moon lit to me has a better flow but other than that i really enjoy your writting

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~CartheInsane Jun 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

That's fine.

I personally intended it to sound that way. I wanted it to sound different than people would expect it to sound.

Thank very much.

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