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Kissing Bullets Midflight
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Sculpting Angelsi read myself to sleep. life without a lover meansSculpting Angels
the sweetest dreams
are wrapped in a blanket of cloud cover. day to day i'm stuck with just
my huge imagination, so i turn my eyes skyward
and sculpt angels.
the clouds and all their endless interpretations feel like a fitting analogy
for all these written pages, and it doesn't take much to repair a broken halo when you stare into the sky to sculpt angels.
you can find me waiting for a cloud to burst. somewhere on the outskirts, where doubt lurks. maybe somewhere without wo
by ~JackVaulhartz
When I Sprout Wingsi smoke and sleep too much, i don't get enough done, stuck in an unproductive rut sums it up. that runs the cut deep, so it won't shut, like "pucker up for the suckerpunch, buttercup"...When I Sprout Wings
i swear mother's milk is better than butter, still we hate our parents for forgetting the morning-after pill, if you were half as ill as me, you'd be in hospital, 4G, F.M.C, psychotic and hostile.
sometimes it seems like it's all too hard and if we try to climb then we'll fall too far and if you've got your heart set on being a star the only way to achieve that is to burn up
by ~JackVaulhartz
Kissing Bullets Midflighti've been walking crooked circles on a downhill slope. hoping to pick it up as i go... as i get lower and lower, know that i know kissing bullets midflight is suicide.Kissing Bullets Midflight
leaving trails of tears to get home,
but the earth soaks them up
and swallows me whole. i'd rather "eyes-closed" than "mind-blown", kissing bullets midflight in the sunshine.
i've been singing for so long to no-one, singing sad songs
that are sadly never sung by anyone other than my blood, my brothers and the girl that i loved,
and i don't want to miss the time when
by ~JackVaulhartz
Heart To Hearti think you should know i'm not a cynic,Heart To Heart
i'm a realist...
i'm not a slacker,
i'm a dreamer...
i'm not a rapper,
i'm a writer...
i'm not a violent kind of guy
so i don't want to be a fighter, but it's hard to be a lover...
it's hard to be lover. it's hard so find someone to hold you so tight. i'll show my inside if you blow out the bright fuse-light, come on girls i'm right here.
...and i won't tell her i can fly, but she's looking nice tonight. i'll try, but it's hard to be a lover. 'cos i do
by ~JackVaulhartz
Favourites
The nestYou’ll find me in the other room melting the metal of knife sharpeners; blunting the barbed edges of my life-remnants,The nest
floating white sheets over cracked pottery and dusty furniture.
There’s only
one candle
in this room that I plan on making a bon fire out of
but I keep stuffing essays full of typos back into
my
type-type-writer –
I never realised how broke(n) it got, without
giving a good God damn
about the dirty lau
by *NightGrid
BulbsI cannot survive the cursive of your gardens,Bulbs
nor the way your shape cuts the earth.
How you reflex-hammer the pockets out of me.
I search for you in stereograms, I drown in the molasses,
the brain-taps, knocking at the dark pouches of fissured agate-eggs,
velveteen black and as intoxicated as the bees that know their death,
I (too) die stinging.
by *NightGrid
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| taken from the back cover of where i keep my soul code: "within this binding blessed with sin and sincerity, i shall scribble and scrawl my twisted raw symphony of all that is literary... my history shapes that which i create into an image of me, but i decide the frequency of the epitome" i am a writer, living a simple life of complex thought. i keep soundwaves in cages, with heavensent elements glued to these pages... primarily a lyricist/musician working within the realm of rap (and attempting to expand it), to hear me perform the lyrics i post on this site, visit myspace.com/vaulhartz |
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- Interests: anti-world macro-criticism and introspective micro-analysis
- Favourite genre of music: reality
- Favourite style of art: blood-stained
- Skin of choice: currently human
- Tools of the Trade: intensity, ink, wave-forms
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Peace, love and guacamole!
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I'm so unhappy at my inability to teleport.
Sorry, I've been neglecting my Deviant Art account for a while, and I apologise... Sometimes I live in the physical world, sometimes I live in the online world, but most of the time I'm in another world, infinitely more abstract... My dreams have been increasingly expansive and vivid lately, I think my brain is conspiring to pull me away from reality.
I hope life is showering you with bliss and the electric rains of positivity, how many days of school are left now? I bet you can almost feel the world opening itself up to you, 'tis an exciting time.
I hope you are not presently tense. I hope that in the present-tense you tend to present self as tender. No pretence.
Keep taking tendersteps,
infinite peaces piled high to sky-ceilings
JV
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Jack Vaulhartz AKA Master Of None AKA Rubiks Cupid AKA Gunchild Godmonkey
Fifty-four days left of school. I can feel it spreading out before me, like a short path to walk. But at the same time it is pressing in on me, the stress and the finality of it all. But it is good. Life, currently, is good.
I have a boy who will not be more than just a boy, but a good friend is a good friend and not to be ignored. I have a few days left of school. I have a good family and a good world and the dreams have been laying low for a while.
Joy, joy, joy. I hope your world is happy.
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I'm so unhappy at my inability to teleport.
My brain is exploding, but I like it. I'm sorry I haven't been around recently, life has been throwing things at my and I've been catching them in my mouth like a trained seal... Then spitting them out onto paper and marvelling at the inky spit-forms. Mmm. Appetising.
A boy that will not be more than just a boy... I like the way that sounds. Your words make me kinda go "awh" regardless of the sentiment they are carrying. Reading nice words is probably the best thing in this world. I hope your boy is behaving himself. I hope your bliss levels are maxing out and about to pop vessels in ecstatic overload. I hope these words make sense. I hope you can hear me.
Tell me something, and I'll try to understand it.
peacecakes
xox
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Jack Vaulhartz AKA Master Of None AKA Rubiks Cupid AKA Gunchild Godmonkey
This too, shall pass.
My boy is behaving himself, he is best friends with my best friend so we are all friends together. Meeting someone new and making friends with them is exciting, finding out all about them, what makes them tick and why... I like working people out and then sorting them out into what makes logical sense in my mind. I like things to make sense.
Is your brain exploding into words and wonders? I hope your world is good.
*Hug*
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I'm so unhappy at my inability to teleport.
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