Share a bit of my mind by espirituperdido, literature
Literature
Share a bit of my mind
I'm smoking, killing my cigar slowly, hoping to find some peace of mind. I don't understand anything; it's like a puzzle of madness. I'm just fucked up.
Searching for my rock... Can't you leave me alone? My ghosts won't stop haunting me, shaddup! This window seems awfully nice telling me to jump.
Dragging my feet, going on, chained with suffering. Change me to the other side so I can be fine.
They're looking at me from my desk, damn you pills messing with my head, I hate you so much but I can't leave you or everything will go black.
Cigar is still burning in my hand, little red dot in the dark.
Navegantes de la utopia by espirituperdido, literature
Literature
Navegantes de la utopia
Hola, ¿eres tú uno de los navegantes del mundo de los sueños? ¿Eres uno de aquellos que aún tiene deseos, ilusiones o ideales que se alejan de la banalidad en la que todo el mundo parece inmerso? Si lo eres, te doy mi enhorabuena y mis más sinceras disculpas, puesto que el poder ver más allá de lo que lo que nos dice la sociedad y los medios es a la vez un don y una maldición. Podrías disfrutar y sentir lo que poca gente puede y podrás ver la belleza de lo sencillo, pero también verás la verdadera cara de las personas, que es ninguna. Solo son marionetas de este mundo, vací
Run run, run along the street, happy,
skipping, all so care free.
Suddenly freeze and stop, big eyes gaze
right and up, staring at the big house.
Walks through the front gate and hops up the stairs,
a welcoming door is at the end.
Inside, the house is full of light,
the floor is wooden and the walls white.
Hippity hop, more stairs to go
hippity hop, three floors to go.
Stairs say bye
and a big crystal door with a balcony says hi.
Grabs the handle and steps outside,
the wind blows and the temperature is fine.
Looks downs and the ground starts to be further and further away.
Once it stops cars look like litt
Share a bit of my mind by espirituperdido, literature
Literature
Share a bit of my mind
I'm smoking, killing my cigar slowly, hoping to find some peace of mind. I don't understand anything; it's like a puzzle of madness. I'm just fucked up.
Searching for my rock... Can't you leave me alone? My ghosts won't stop haunting me, shaddup! This window seems awfully nice telling me to jump.
Dragging my feet, going on, chained with suffering. Change me to the other side so I can be fine.
They're looking at me from my desk, damn you pills messing with my head, I hate you so much but I can't leave you or everything will go black.
Cigar is still burning in my hand, little red dot in the dark.
Navegantes de la utopia by espirituperdido, literature
Literature
Navegantes de la utopia
Hola, ¿eres tú uno de los navegantes del mundo de los sueños? ¿Eres uno de aquellos que aún tiene deseos, ilusiones o ideales que se alejan de la banalidad en la que todo el mundo parece inmerso? Si lo eres, te doy mi enhorabuena y mis más sinceras disculpas, puesto que el poder ver más allá de lo que lo que nos dice la sociedad y los medios es a la vez un don y una maldición. Podrías disfrutar y sentir lo que poca gente puede y podrás ver la belleza de lo sencillo, pero también verás la verdadera cara de las personas, que es ninguna. Solo son marionetas de este mundo, vací
Run run, run along the street, happy,
skipping, all so care free.
Suddenly freeze and stop, big eyes gaze
right and up, staring at the big house.
Walks through the front gate and hops up the stairs,
a welcoming door is at the end.
Inside, the house is full of light,
the floor is wooden and the walls white.
Hippity hop, more stairs to go
hippity hop, three floors to go.
Stairs say bye
and a big crystal door with a balcony says hi.
Grabs the handle and steps outside,
the wind blows and the temperature is fine.
Looks downs and the ground starts to be further and further away.
Once it stops cars look like litt
I am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But l
Hola! Qué tal?? He escrito un journal sobre manuales de anatomía artística y he dejado unos links con las imágenes más interesantes de cada parte del cuerpo humano... A lo mejor te interesa verlo. Un saludo desde Valencia!!