stopThe only thing worse than lapsing into the bad self - insomniac at war with the hours and the demons inside - is not having the slightest artistic work to show for it.
~elle-sophocles
Jenna FrancesNewest
Pater.He cuts the engine but I'm not leaving cause the dashboard lights are kind of soothing.Pater.
I have a good five minutes to flash whats written on my heart for this week at least before I leap these parallel wires to her nest.
"A Priest with sympathy for our weakness" Oh, father. Fathers.
We speak and it fills me up and I have this sad-happy feeling that all those childhood empty pages scrubbed out with loveless cynicism are getting coloured in. Our colours were arrested but no more, no more the drink...
by ~elle-sophocles
FatherSonChildMotherInfantBaby, when that vapour hit your bittersweet lungs you were slapped into oblivion. Now scream, and scream, and scream...FatherSonChildMotherInfant
They were lying, all those cards and flowers, pink dripping saccharine. A mockery
of the indignity. The adult-things simply beamed.
Somehow they survived it, bless, dredged through nocturnal trenches, spending all the sleep, and self, so your blood wouldn't stick to your veins.
But this, they were not privy to. Each time they set you down alone and your pattering-heart paled, you were actors
by ~elle-sophocles
iwillneverchoosedemonsSix years, stumbling down. Watermarks, bloody palms and scorched lungs.iwillneverchoosedemons
If you see me perish, if you hear me scream, you'll know I pulled that rip cord and I'm letting the hurt out.
But it's so, dark and it's so, cold. And I have never seen the earth lie still. Could you take this, could you make us, better?
When I'm falling with you I know I'll never hit the ground. And I'll never hear my bones
make that awful sound.
I will never say no to you.
by ~elle-sophocles
HawahEve.Hawah
Oh, Eve. Folded by this fallen apple tree, sowing at your mouth and heart with crumpled disbelief.
Sin. What is my sin? Loving this immediate flesh, the one I long to please? He -
the God I made of him. Devotion threshed and winnowed to its wretched, lonely core. I bare all to forever and my ribs are full of seeds...
Eve. Oh, Eve. Now weeping, now discarded, bitter tears to nourish in the harvest of the weeds.
by ~elle-sophocles
Favourites
TireddeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Australia
- Interests: language, culture, people, truth, creation, music, the world
- Favourite movie: Spirited Away, Talladega Knights, Russian Ark, Les Choristes, Au Revoir Les Enfants
- Favourite band or musician: As Cities Burn, Saosin, Brand New
- Favourite genre of music: worship and outreach
- Favourite poet or writer: John Donne, Henry Vaughan, Baudelaire, Joseph Conrad, Rousseau...
- Favourite photographer: Farley and Kat as far as I can tell...
- Favourite style of art: I do not enjoy the world of categories and strata
- Favourite game: pokémon, mario, zelda, starfox, crash bandicoot, crono trigger, earthbound, metroid
- Favourite cartoon character: Cera from The Land Before Time (an old Self of mine) and Mark Twain (the claymation version)
- Tools of the Trade: heart, spirit, providence
- Email: elle.sophocles@gmail.com
- MSN: japante@hotmail.com
deviantART Notice
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
I <3 pirates
--
"I saw a star, I reached for it, and I missed. So I accepted the sky."
*!!*
--
jennaichu, i choose YOU!
--
jennaichu, i choose YOU!
--
(¯`v´¯ )
.`•.¸.•´ ♥What if he's your Prince Charming♥
¸.•´¸.•´¨ ) ¸.•*¨ )
(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•¸¸.•¨¯`•.♥ But you're not his Cinderella?♥
--
"I saw a star, I reached for it, and I missed. So I accepted the sky."
--
Previous Page12345...Next Page