Burning TemptationPaige pressed the phone against her ear; A repetitive answer machine continuously rings in the oak of the wood. The condensation drips down the pane of the window and onto the sill.Burning Temptation
Slide the torch over the walls; Make her silhouette flicker. The broken light sparks a flare, As a patient flame sways in the wind.
Clicking the spine of the book She unravelled the necessity of change, As only the dark room develops the idea behind the lens.
NYCAn artist’s impression of New York stalled over the indigo oil pastel, Merging a city view of the room With the salt smell of the sea; wavering at the port.NYC
Wait for the umbrella to spring open And interfere with the TV reception. Whilst the brush drips over the ocean blue live wire-
Overflowing electricity onto the pallet.
The vicinity towered up, with buildings that scraped the sky. Caught in the intersection between Broadway and Seventh Avenue; Taxi horns amplified the animated bodies stepping out into the road. The brazen lights at midnight awaken the sleepy b
FurtherThe delicate handcrafted carvings of the fireplace were chipped, And the coal fire’s warmth still dispersed around the room. The Victorian coving cracked at the edges, leaking down the damp walls. Soot lined the chimney, where the depth of your cry used to echo.Further
It was here that our skin felt the air between our bodies. The canopy bed shifted 3 inches left from where we left it, Moth eaten curtains hung off the columns. Dust clung to my clothes, as though I had been enraptured by the room.
In the midst of reality I could feel the arch of her back in my hand once again. T
SolipsismHe left the tap running, That overflowed onto the pages of poetry held in his right hand, Worn out with notes in the margin. His coffee-stained breath rifted over the lip of the mug.Solipsism
His eyes peered out, over the rims of the oversized, murky glasses; Sitting on the end of his nose.
To rinse the chalk outlines off his chest, Is like listening to a key turning in a lock: So delicate and time consuming- This saving grace taints his overture.
He saw his reflected eyes in his glasses; To be is to be perceivable.
Nothing is ever ...
Satisfied
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"Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?"
- Roger Waters
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the eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend
Thank you very much for the favourites and the
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Juha M. Kinnunen Photography
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Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity
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Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity
saw quite alot of the people you would know there...but would have been good if you were there too
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