inside your vibrating speaker chest is a small woman
with her car parked on the moon (your liver),
and her children playing in the trees (your ribs).
her husband comes home from work each day (your sex)
and brings her flowers (remember those seeds you ate as a child?)
Shoot the shouting rocks in the back of your neck, yeti-man in the flourescent costume!! Tie the bottles of water to that sky! Yell the leeches in smoke! Pick up the sails the by the foot priest and burn it with its own politicians!
no... dont... fall into the eye of a needle and sleep there for the world. you will be happy.
I am a body-I am an organ... by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
I am a body-I am an organ...
I am a body
soon I'll decay
my eyes tell me
the month of may
touch me with hot
on the window sills
I feel kitchens
glows over hills
I am an organ
I feel the vibes
sing to the sound
of overwhelming size
I scream color
in black and white
I will dissolve
in a lack of light
I am something else
The steel girl is in her basement talking to red elephants. I am across the street in my own basement building monuments, understand, because i don't feel like talking.
I can't go outside because the house is encased in gift wrap paper and that means I can't leave, understand? Eventually I get bored and go up to my kitchen, where everything is upside down.
I was going to put the table in the stove, since that's what the recipe calls for, but when I get out the pots and pans I see my reflection. I'm sort of surprised to find that I'm not human anymore, more like a reptile or some strange insect, but I figure I'll change back fairly soon.
An
Conception to Anti-Conclusion by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
Conception to Anti-Conclusion
Scene 1 - A steady, somewhat distant heartbeat can be felt. This beat grows faster and faster until the final entrance to the new world is made, and the beat comes to an abrupt stop. There is then a blinding light, which glistens in the highest way preceivable.
Scene 2 - The snip of a scissor is heard, then followed by an orchestra of these scissors. They become so thick that it sounds like rain. The final cut of the wire is made. A faint voice cries out "no longer one."
Scene 3 - There is a dark but breif silence. A distant blurred aura of sounds can be heard, before the senses come into "focus," but these sounds are hardly understandable.
Notes on Truth: Matter and God by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
Notes on Truth: Matter and God
Tuesday - July 27 – 2004
In current existence there is matter, space, and anti-matter. Each could be as easily non-existent as the other. But they do exist because there is a God, for neither science nor mere coincidence could have created the matter, space and anti-matter that is in existence, especially the matter known as the human mind with its complexity, emotions, and reason.
Close your eyes and this is as close as you can get to realizing what there could be. What you see is neither matter nor space, only darkness. But without creation there would not be darkness either. There would be nothing, thus we cannot comprehend what would be
the wind
still blows
and the speed of the leaves
leaves me shaking
the shape
in the snow
brings back times when
we didn't know more
the smiles
of those
seem so apparent to me
but whose to say
the roar
of a hearbeat
doesnt mean a thing
if it doesnt sound right
the feel
of black tar
consumes my mind
and doesnt let go
the metal
against my lips
feels so cold
but im getting used to it
Do we still cry with tears?
Do we still scream with our mouths?
Do we still cry with tears?
Do we still scream with our mouths?
Big sun passes
from my left ear to my right ear
but i cant hear it
it has no voice up in the sky
and now i lie here
waiting for the wind to knock it down
and then there'll be a
big boom and fire everywhere
and all of the people...
and all of the people...
run
friendly but glow-in-the-dark by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
friendly but glow-in-the-dark
We eat bags
Of magnets like candy
Engines roar
A few feet above my head
I hear things
In walls I'm not supposed to
Black kite who
Looks too much like me
Girl sings but
Her limbs are made of twigs
Silence pulse
Like bass drums in wet caves
Synthetic eyes and the precisely controlled muscles of your smile
Thoughts go back to a more classic style
So I sit back and stare out at the crowds
as these words and promises dribble from your mouth
I wish I could scream out to the constellations
And ask if this is what they had in mind
And ponder the idea of a world
That is somewhat more designed
Here is for those I forgot to name
In the vast cold tundra of my dream
Or was it a dream…
Because I remember them calling me
Yes, I'm sure I heard my name
Let us make a cry for help
loud enough that the angels in hell will look up from their desks within their cubicles - just to look back down once more
to continue the documentation of sins.
And if everything matter was turned to dust
and caught in the winds to Mars,
or vaporized in the flash of a horses mane....
would our souls continue to wander through the nothing that is left?
The truth is that the hands of the city dwellers will melt,
and join together to form a massive, off-white shaded wall,
in order to protect the asylum where their children play, and eat insects.
This will not occur on the surface,
however, but rather i
Notes on Truth: Matter and God by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
Notes on Truth: Matter and God
Tuesday - July 27 – 2004
In current existence there is matter, space, and anti-matter. Each could be as easily non-existent as the other. But they do exist because there is a God, for neither science nor mere coincidence could have created the matter, space and anti-matter that is in existence, especially the matter known as the human mind with its complexity, emotions, and reason.
Close your eyes and this is as close as you can get to realizing what there could be. What you see is neither matter nor space, only darkness. But without creation there would not be darkness either. There would be nothing, thus we cannot comprehend what would be
Conception to Anti-Conclusion by MagneticGhost, literature
Literature
Conception to Anti-Conclusion
Scene 1 - A steady, somewhat distant heartbeat can be felt. This beat grows faster and faster until the final entrance to the new world is made, and the beat comes to an abrupt stop. There is then a blinding light, which glistens in the highest way preceivable.
Scene 2 - The snip of a scissor is heard, then followed by an orchestra of these scissors. They become so thick that it sounds like rain. The final cut of the wire is made. A faint voice cries out "no longer one."
Scene 3 - There is a dark but breif silence. A distant blurred aura of sounds can be heard, before the senses come into "focus," but these sounds are hardly understandable.
i'm getting really sick of all the junk on devart - the anime, the cartoons, the really crappy sketch drawings, awfully cliche poetry....i hate to sound like an asshole but honestly im tired of having to go through all that stuff to find quality deviations. im not saying these kids shouldnt do what they do...but cant we make a different site for them or something?? i'm just getting tired of it, and its gets more and more common as i speak.
hello... yeah im not new to deviantart, ive been here over a year. im just changing accounts because i have renewed myself since i joined. the old account is Followtheleader, but i am thinking that i will eevntually get rid of everything on that account, and some will be moved to this one. my idea is to start new.
hi kasey
well i don't know what to answer you, i've never asked myself what category of art i make. technically it would be like "digital collage", and you could add a synonym of "surreal" to it, maybe : )