I've Been Known To Be Crafty On Occasion |
So, hi, I'm Vannah, and this is where all my artsy shit goes. Writings mostly, poetry and original stuff along with some fanfic (maaaaybe some nonfiction or meta in there too...), and idk, some woodburning, some occasional art...you know, that sort of thing. Enjoy! :) |
There are words under my skin
racing along my veins, carved into bone,
supercharged, demanding to be set free,
waiting for their chance to break out
of a fleshy prison that can’t hold them forever.
They tell me to carve a pen out of blood and bone,
to write along the walls and the floor and the sky.
Keep writing until the words are free, blasting out,
sprawled and scrawled onto and into everything.
To not stop till I’m shaken and empty, until
they’ve escaped.
And the words are always there.
They pulse and claw, beneath my skin,
ready to make their break for it, not waiting,
impatient, looking for a gap to squeeze through,
to shove through, onto stone or paper or
the edges of napkins, stealing their freedom
however they can.
But I wonder, worry, sometimes,
about what will happen when I’m left
drained out, all out of vowels and verbs,
nothing left but flesh and blood and bone.
What will I do without my words?
What if
I wrote you a poem? The kind
that is almost prose, or
would you like it better if it rhymed;
slantways, true…
It would help to know before
we begin.
What if
I wrote it all about your eyes?
Called them things like
glittering and deep and hypnotizing?
Waxed lyrical, poetic, over falling
into them?
What if
it was loaded down with metaphor?
Each one, a feather,
pressed, pinned with weights
to the page?
Would you mind a million similes,
filling it like air into a balloon?
Perhaps I could talk of broken
mirrors, of rustling leaves, of
rainbows, or the sun and moon?
What if
I wrote you a poem?
Do you think you would smile?
…I would like to think so.
If I wrote you a poem.
(For Percy ♥)
Okay, so, hi! Look, I made a new blog!
This is where all my creative crap goes. Well, maybe not all, but whatever. Like, poems and short stories and fanfic. And also the rare drawing/painting/sketch/other-actual-artsy-thing. And maybe some wood-burning once I get more wood to, y’know, burn. I fucking love photography but the only camera I have is a webcam stuck in the casing of my laptop, so we’re kinda shit out of luck there. (actually that’s going to make anything besides the stories and maybe art stuff hard to show, isn’t it…) IDK, other stuff maybe, you get the idea.
Anyway.
Things will start to be posted in…a give definition of ‘shortly’.
:)
