| Blah |
[May. 7th, 2015|09:29 am]
Creative & Free
|
|
Yo creative and free come back out to play! |
|
|
| Creative_Free |
[Jan. 19th, 2008|06:53 pm]
Creative & Free
|
Since Rhiana has kind of stopped taking charge of the creative and free community, I've decided to take over. :)
Add it to your friends list!
Saturday's word is "Defy"
You know what that means.
Start writing the first things that come to your mind in regards to the word "defy." Don't feel like writing? All right, then draw it, paint it, sculpt it -- just do anything to express your feelings about the word "defy."
Fancy that, I just put it here, but I'm also going to start it on the myspace. |
|
|
| Beem Beem |
[Jan. 11th, 2008|11:49 pm]
Creative & Free
|
|
Rhiana, you need to restart creative and free. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 19th, 2006|02:47 pm]
Creative & Free
|
|
i was eating spinach and cucumbers with annie's sesame and shitake salad dressing last night and i crunched some sand between my teeth, and it feels like i have been eating sand half of my life. scared to leave, to see new faces and missing the old ones will surely kill me. i want to cry this very second because of it. what will i do, i'm not going to make minimum wage at starbucks, i refuse to mop floors. i can deal with people alright, ok, but mopping floors is for the birds. can you imagine birds mopping floors? big wings dancing across the linoleum. i want to walk to the ocean and breathe through my hips. i want to figure this out and you know, 26 approaches. who knew? i can't focus because the emotions block any progress. how to balance? i am and have always been worried about balance. it is always too much of one thing and not enough of everything else. like boys and food and coffee and work. i need art to run miles of twine around my eyes so i can only see creativity. i get so desparate when it doesn't happen for me. i feel like i'm trying to breathe through water and we all know that only works in The Abyss. i need a straighter backbone and the ability to cry at movies. i always hold it in. i need focus and i need small goals, so everything included in the big picture doesn't seem too overwhelming. if i did it step by step i could achieve. |
|
|
| Hi... is anyone out there? |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|10:03 pm]
Creative & Free
|
Hi! I was browsing through livejournal (read: procrastination) and stumbled across this community. This community is brilliant idea, although it's shame that it seems pretty dead. I'm not sure if this is an exercise in futility, but I thought I'd write about your last topic (which, funnily enough is "kill") in attempt to breathe some 'life' into this community. ;)
...yet another weekend in Retrospect:
i kill time like it was a breathing burden but find that i kill (myself) instead her whose life is filled by a stretch of empty moments punctuated by poison and (in)toxic(ated) peers |
|
|
| From Rett Butler to Rhiana With Love |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|01:35 am]
Creative & Free
|
Biggotry written on the walls and storms blowing in from the west by way of the easterlies. Crazy but true.
Nonsensical but it could happen. The winds blow horridly up and down this town and show the walls just what strength they have; holding back all that is necessary to keep conformity in its place. This place, in my place, making no haste, and wasting all the time I have left. Sitting.
Contemplating. Meandering thoughts whisper through lips and settle on the outskirts of ears which have everything better to do than listen. They've a lot more going for them than most can dream. Little ears, perked up by the hindsite instilled within, grasp every meaningless drop of empathy which pours from the lips of unkempt lovers' quarrels and listlessly steal away from the presence of quietude. What a lovely meaning of life, that solitude, which brings a man to his knees and pressures him into becoming something more. Something more than a glimpse of the windy and symphatic road behind. Something more than a time slot, a time card punched in and out, to make him feel... alive.
It is truly amazing how I find myself needing to get to bed, needing to rest my heavy-thoughted head on the cushioned pillow and allow my eyes to stare at the blackness known as sleep.
No dreams will come hither this eve. No wrestless thoughts shall grace the doorstep of present lost in the depth of beddy-bye. It is only the future, or the past, which we want to hear from the "truths" told by a reader of palms, but it is now, so dull yet so sharp, which comes on so quickly; that if we're not careful we could lose it all in a scintillating flash.
What's so truly amazing is how the body and mind are connected yet so different, yet so apart, yet so conflicted, it's a work of art, really, how keenly the Sandman's dust puts pressure on the body and eyelids- -
- -lust for the comfort of sheets enrapturing an easily corruptible body. Yet my mind, that silly little thing- - er- -that relentless beast of a dreamer- -always wanting to be in the right and in the know even though all the facts of the matter display signs of "No." Go to bed... let me be... just let me see what it's like for once to wed the bed for eight hours' time. Nothing more, nothing less eight hours' time. Ate our time...
G'night. |
|
|
| Finally |
[Nov. 4th, 2005|11:46 am]
Creative & Free
|
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ColdPlay-Amsterdam | ] |
Nothing but love can bring the worst out of a person
You become blind
and easily scathed
ignorant
yet hopeful
and full of disgust for any girl that even comes within five feet of your man
there isn't any exlanation
to the stories and the lies that we tell
nor the the hopes and dreams we fabricate in our minds
it's all just divine intervention when Fate
glances at you, plucks you from a crowd of wonders
and drops you in the new place you call home
Have you ever felt lost? Like
"How on earth did I end up here?" ?
I bet you have
that's what I'm talking about
that's Fate, just playing with you
Her way of putting you in your place
Don't be alarmed, don't be scared don't by curious
just go with the flow
she knows what she wants for you
just accept it and go along
as though nothing could ever be more perfectly arranged |
|
|
| kill |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|02:56 pm]
Creative & Free
|
i would like to kill this job, this desk, this nine-to-five sun filtering through the windows, through security bars. i would like to kill this mundane life that plagues me for just about eight hours a day, less when i simply cannot stand it anymore, or i don't need the money so much. fucking weekdays.
i would like to turn up the white stripes on the radio i can tell that we are gonna be friends, yes i can tell that we are gonna be friends and not think of the heat that invades the warehouse.
i would like to kill the heat. i would like to shoot the sun out of the sky from this rolling chair that has no lumbar support whatsoever. i would like to kill my rolled up jacket that i lean on because nothing else will do.
let's demolish the buildings that we live in for too long. let's put on our bathing suits and find a cool swimming hole to bathe in. no, let's kill our bathing suits and go naked, just for the hell of it. we'll be like fish, with fins split down the center to identify ourselves on land, because there always comes that walking time. |
|
|
| hello |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|11:05 pm]
Creative & Free
|
KILL
kill me kill yourself kill time kill the dog no wait...dont do that, kill your television kill the bookcase kill the front door which you never go thru kill the phone for never ringing kill the mirror for never smiling kill that boy the blonde one kill him for not loving you for not paying attention to you kill the little blue button the one on the left...yes thats where it is...kill it...stomp on it, bite it, chew it, mangle it into a thousand tiny blue pieces, put it in the backyard, dig up a space of dirt, put it in there, shove it pull it throw the dirt over, pray all night long, light candles to it, worship the torn shredded mangled blue button, then go in the house and kill every bottle of wine, through the burgundy's against yellow walls, throw the beer keg into the toilet and the pepsi bottles into the shower.
I dont know...I just felt like throwing things around. |
|
|
| got a hard, hard head |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|03:01 pm]
Creative & Free
|
there's a junkie in the back of the lot
sucking on a lollypop.
a kid skates down the street
on a board made of bore-dom.
can you see it, we all need helmets,
can you taste it, the sickening sweet. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
