no refugeI walk dead among the living.
My heart has ceased to beat.
You'd think nothing of me.
Walking past me on the street.
But I hunger no one's flesh.
I don't even crave my own.
I am a prisoner within it.
A keeper of these bones.
If you'd look into my eyes.
If you'd even care to look.
There you will see darkness.
My soul stalled in soot.
I haven't been giving it my all.
I am tired all the time.
I've been going through the motions.
Yet everything's not fine.
What robbed me of humanity?
What or whom can I blame?
With every half-step and stale breath.
I am damning something's name.
It's like the apocalypse has happened.
And the living outnumber me.
Yet here I am amongst them, denied
of my slumber six-feet-deep.
I seek means of resurrection.
I seek one that knows such spells.
To bring life back into this body.
And extract me from my own hell.
For long I have sought them.
For far longer I've been ignored.
As the tides of time erode me
upon a shrinking shore.
There's no hope in me searching.
silver watchwith my watch infested
I set to kill
when that failed
I flipped it over
and shook it until
I was left with nothing
but besmirched time
halfI miss the sight of your face.
And the sound of your voice.
It's by choice that I now miss them.
Rather than meeting with you still.
I miss our conversations.
The one-sided hesitation on my part.
The emotions that were laid bare.
And the offers that may or may not
I half wish there was a way.
There'd come a day the walls come down.
In that distance turns direct.
With face beholding face.
I half hope there was a way.
There'd come a day the curtains raise.
In that our lines intersect
That day may never come.
Our feelings might've passed.
But some residue remains in me.
As does the half-chance
that we fulfill what we began.
Am I alone in this?
so far from homeSo far from home.
The time will never come
that I'll return to it again.
So far from home.
So very far from home.
My time spent there
I wait now.
This sum of fears
coincides with the truth.
There is no use in hoping.
My foundation here
and I must be pried.
Even though I
may seem unaware
and appear ignorant,
my spirit knows
where its vessel went.
And where it's soon to go.
But you'll never know.
Above? Below? Beyond?
Who's to say once I am gone?
So far from home.
So very far from home.
Yet I am right where I've belonged.
htssthhthstsI want for you to love me
even when I may seem aloof.
I want for you to come closer
even when distance is what
I am used to.
I want for me to touch you
even when it is uncalled for
I want for you to touch me
and actually feel
I'd like to be acknowledged.
I'd like to be sought.
I'd like to told I'm handsome
even when I feel I'm not.
I'd like to feel appreciated
for who I am and amn't.
I'd like to be watched over
the times that I won't nor can't.
I'd like to be listened to.
I'd like to be understood.
I'd like to be believed in
even when I don't think I should.
I'd like too much from someone.
That I know for truth.
To be given I would give back.
As much as I am able to.
Heart to soul, soul to heart.
That is all I want and ask for.
I think about it all of the time.
Heart to heart, soul to soul.
All-encompassing and eternally faithful.
Unconditional and impossible to find.
unrecognizableto see someone you love
turn into someone you barely recognize
leaves you at your wit's end
the ordeal takes its toll
to see someone you love
turn into something you don't recognize
means you can no longer pretend
that things will go back to normal
these are the times now
when the past seemed so pleasant
and the future looks to be foul
you can close your eyes all you want
driving down this narrow road
but you'll only be getting yourself killed
and interred in the cemetery up the hill
feeling like you're part of a procession
that has yet to manifest
awaiting its honorary guest
and you'll see no rest until then
you see someone you love
turning into something you don't recognize
transforming before your eyes
teetering on time and jagged digital lines
depending on what is ultimately
sending them to their grave
My name is Teresa, but I don't really like to be called that so I tend to go by either Tara or Rhapsody.|
I live in a small village in Ohio, its quaint with some modern charms. I like the old mixed with the new. My art has a mix of modern with fantasy and a side twist of horror.
Starting out as a writer I progressed my way into the world of art through graphic design My first digital works were time consuming random paintings that I really couldn't duplicate today if I wanted too.
I have always been fascinated with space and the stars and have a love for animals but cats are my favorite all types of cats from domestic to wild.
My work gets inspired by random things, from everyday life. Some music and food just build places in my head that are both mystical and magical.
I have yet to create that place that my mind can define as home and I am thankful for that. As I think I would finally slip into the rest of insanity if I did.
Commissions are welcome just send me a note or visit my facebook and send me a message there.