iscreamchocolate
09-02-2004, 05:32 AM
Terminated
By Damaya
Gazing up at the stormy sky and letting the rain fall down on the body. Cleaning out the eyes and kissing the face so softly. Clouds taking shape from above and making a clearing for the sun. The sun shines through leaving tinted light fall all around. Skin looks so pasty in the rain and so moist and cold. The rain bathing the being with it's wave of water. Staring up at the sky leaving rain drops hanging from the eyelashes.
Suddenly being lifted off the ground. So light and fragile. A million colors masking the sky, coloring the clouds. Feeling the wind wrapping the hair and brushing up against the body. So unchained so mysterious, body a shade of black against the tinted skys, arms spread so wide and flying with the mind. Flying with no care and flying with your soul so free so lifting.
All the people holding hands and cirling in the wide painted upper atmosphere. Flowers spilling down, flowers of all colors drifting off into the distance.
Out of nowehere forms darkness... The world closes up and all the paints smeared across the paper. All the paints masked in black. All the black; painted over top of the world and over top of the freedom and colors. Everything so unseen and leaves the mind with no ending. Putting down the paint brush and soaking it in water. The water left with the colors of the damp brush. The colors that disappeared down the drain. The drain; mucky with paint, mucky with the different world that was closed up. Holding up the painting and letting the paint weep and watching the drops make a splash as it hits the tiled floor. Nothing left but the washed-out, faded colors, nothing left but the stained paper. All the world closed up.
By Damaya
Gazing up at the stormy sky and letting the rain fall down on the body. Cleaning out the eyes and kissing the face so softly. Clouds taking shape from above and making a clearing for the sun. The sun shines through leaving tinted light fall all around. Skin looks so pasty in the rain and so moist and cold. The rain bathing the being with it's wave of water. Staring up at the sky leaving rain drops hanging from the eyelashes.
Suddenly being lifted off the ground. So light and fragile. A million colors masking the sky, coloring the clouds. Feeling the wind wrapping the hair and brushing up against the body. So unchained so mysterious, body a shade of black against the tinted skys, arms spread so wide and flying with the mind. Flying with no care and flying with your soul so free so lifting.
All the people holding hands and cirling in the wide painted upper atmosphere. Flowers spilling down, flowers of all colors drifting off into the distance.
Out of nowehere forms darkness... The world closes up and all the paints smeared across the paper. All the paints masked in black. All the black; painted over top of the world and over top of the freedom and colors. Everything so unseen and leaves the mind with no ending. Putting down the paint brush and soaking it in water. The water left with the colors of the damp brush. The colors that disappeared down the drain. The drain; mucky with paint, mucky with the different world that was closed up. Holding up the painting and letting the paint weep and watching the drops make a splash as it hits the tiled floor. Nothing left but the washed-out, faded colors, nothing left but the stained paper. All the world closed up.