NikitaSrivastava

My soul is an animation, flickering on the screen briefly before falling between the cracks and crackles of light and color and movement. I see between the cracks, between the pauses. Death smiles up - a comfort I could not expect so early. Come to me,sweetness, and explain the rest... No rest. My soul appears to shine through life, smiling and whole and loving for moments like these. Oh, lift me up - I am dying - every heartbeat, every warm embrace... There is no joy left in this wide world - no truth, no fear of fabled fantasies in my sensational, animated, excrement of existence - hand-delivered by devils esp

Was just a painting - splashes of color put to a wide empty canvas - not particularly special but what do I know? with my tired eyes and yet... The dinosaur was a child, wobbling on a mountaintop - short legs not meant to climb and yet... attainment! Looking out over a valley where a gloomy ice age had begun to creep, to devour... All alone, one of a kind, crying out... tears of a kind in my mind fell from that cliff... Give the reptile a human voice and there you have Man. We cry out for many things- for hope, for home, for life and for love to whom or what for whatever our tired eyes may covet.

A lonesome dream has come to me - cold silver moon like lover's eyes and winter's beach with glistening sand, reflecting icy Paradise...  (making plans...) My footfall held up by the sand - I've tossed away my wedding band...  (long ago...) And it is no surprise to me - No scent of brine upon the sea. Oh, let me try as humans may to sense the feeling of decay...  (I am leaving this world...) I choose the sand for marraige bed. The blue-green waters reach the shore. I close my eyes and wait for spring and lay there till I am no more...  (dying) No feeling left in human limbs- I float in tangled green weed