Soft click of a sliding glass door. Clatter of keys against a bamboo counter top. Soft scratch of Salvatore Ferragamo dress shoes brushing threadbare socks. Silence.
"I think I'm going to go change into more appropriate clothing. Do you need anything?" He unbuttoned his suit jacket and folded it neatly across a kitchen chair before he walked away from me.
"I'll, uh, coffee!" I shouted back to him, attempting to juggle four apples; each one smashed to the tile. Juggling three objects was simple, but not once could I manage four.
The coffee was watery, so I gave up and went into the living room to inspect the television and his vast ar
For when three words would be far too many
and a million could never be enough
For when the comical makes my heart break
and the sadness is just a funny joke
For when I forget the things I once knew
and remember all that I lost track of
For when my imagination is tangible
and reality has lost its human side
For all this I dream
Not for normalcy but for fame
Not for simplicity but for majesty
Not for seriousness but for madness
Not for love but for adoration
And really not for me, but for you
A Taste of Something Sweeter by StellaSalvata, literature
Literature
A Taste of Something Sweeter
Both hands around the cup
hold it tightly
like you mean it
Push it up to your lips and let it swarm
everything
Let it leak into your mouth and flutter like a moth
A taste of something so much sweeter
Head back
further now as far as you can
allow the flood
cringe, but don't you stop
let it burn you
sear the taste of South America
into your tongue
don't you stop, now!
Let your eyes close
Let your body relax
Open your mind.
Brick Walls in Amusement Parks by StellaSalvata, literature
Literature
Brick Walls in Amusement Parks
Today
I can't decide
You're so far away
When you stand next to me
Today I don't love you
The way that I could
So, today I love something else
Today I try to break through this madness
And kill all this sadness
And fight the homesickness
That tears us apart
That tears me apart
That shreds my world
Into pieces
Today I destroy myself
Today I resuscitate my life
Today I fall apart
Today I stand too strong
I pull the chain mail over my shoulder
Wrap it thrice about my heart
Nothing in
Nothing out
Until I wake
Tomorrow
What are the things
That enchant you, dear friend?
Hello, in there
I'm asking you!
You're still young
with trillions
billions
infinity
to give
Not to give to him!
Yes, he's good
but he's not the end!
I swear
you will love again
and again
and again
Again is a word
you know well
repetitive motions
decisions and notions
They've worn you down
But they can't be
He only fell in love with girls whose names were flowers.
That's why he picked me, too, as though, like my namesake, I was
Only a red bloom on a fragile stalk that bent dangerously with every breath of wind.
I snapped easily in his strong yet thin fingers.
When he went,
As morning tentatively peered over the windowsill and spilled sunlight under my eyelids,
He left his dark green jacket thrown over the back of a green wooden chair
That sat, like it was woven from splintering grass, in the corner of my room.
The chair's pea-coloured paint peeled like snakeskin in places,
The legs wobbled unsteadily at the slightest touch,
But I could
'What time is it?' 'what time is it?' 'what time is it?' 'what time is it? 'whattimeisit?' 'whatimeisitwhatimeisitwattimeisit...? what time is it?' I can still hear them asking it, the thousands of voices in my head, I know that, logically, there was only one person saying it, but in my head, I hear thousands of them saying it, I mean, what better way to remember an event that big then to put a sound to it? and of course, what better sound is there then that sentence? I remember how ernest she was, how timid she was to approach me, and she said very quickly and quietly "excuse me, but do you happen to know what time it is?" I remember how she
Sono una stella salvata For I am His and He saved me I'm one in a million but still I'm one Still I shine I am broken but I've broken others I am hated but I've hated others I am tired but I've tired others I am the equal opposite reaction Sono Stella I may be small but I am here I may be weak but still I stand Through my dying breaths I'll say - "I am Stella Salvata I am here I am strong I will fight I will win I am Stella Salvata and I am His."
Current Residence: The Wonka Chocolate Factory Favourite photographer: Dorothea Lange Favourite style of art: Surreal and conceptual Favourite cartoon character: Tack Personal Quote: "There is no reason to participate in the ridiculous rules of society's game."
Wow, guys! I am so sorry for my absence. Initially I had no intention of getting this caught up in non-artistic things. I had several events I needed to plan for and of the like (I still have a few, actually) and I figured I would drop out unnoticed for a week or two. The second I stopped coming I got completely overwhelmed with awful, not fun things. I want to apologize for all the magical artwork I missed. If there is something that you're proud of or want me to look at or critique or anything, anything at all, please tell me and I will be honored to gaze at your work. You are all so amazing and talented and I owe you far more than I
Alright, so only IvanaSamandova20 answered the questions so I will keep my promise.
First of all, you all need to go look at IvanaSamandova20 http://ivanasamandova20.deviantart.com/ because I know all my watchers are good people that want to help support others. Right? Right! Not to mention she's spectacular! So, to quote the magical IvanaSamandova...
1. If you had three(magic? xD) wishes, for what would you spend them?
If I had 3 magic wishes i would use them also for world peace, the second one I would spend it to repair all my big mistakes in the past..And the last one is for my family n me to be lucky in life.
2. Which came first...t
It's here! The word is out! After the long wait (yes, I know you've all been waiting), it's time to see not only who won the Self-Portrait contest over at the Six Word Stories hub (http://sixwordstories.deviantart.com/), but also get a taste of their other works. Ready? Of course you are! Let's go!
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