Poems96/98 (3): "A Closed Sky" by gallimel
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*Sky's closed,
it won't open for my day.
I feel like everyone's just ready
to joke me,
to hurt me,
to laugh at what I am,
to dismiss what I could be.
The flowers never grow here
the birds can't sing my songs...
I am the mud.
Still I don't wanna believe
that there's not a piece of sky
which could open for me,
to let the sun
caress my face,
so pale,
too pale,
while all I'd like
is to be taken,
kissed by the sun,
kissed by sweet lips,
kissed by that care
I'm not gonna give up
to finally meet.
But sky's closed
and I am the mud.
I hear the laughes,
I hear the jokes...
Too many faces, too many forces:
you've dried my hopes
like devil's morphings:
takin one sweet glimpse of eyes
into dreadful offsets,
you're one,
you're hundreds,
you make my sky get doomed,
you make my flowers looming.
I hear the jokes,
they make me cry...
When's gonna happen that I'll get those smiles
to clear my dark sky
that hides sun's rayes?*
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Photoshop. Frome these sources.
Thanx tattoedravengirl for givin me inspiration for the illustration of this poem.
One hour and half work.
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The third piece of my series dedicated at illustrating my old poems written by 1996/1998. Again this is not meant to be a portrait, just a photoshop excercise.
I wanted to give a framed, static expression to an doubting, turning into depression state of mind, still with certain colours to underline a no better defined hope still present in the frame, although very gloomed down by the unacceptance of the positivity of the self ...
I also wanted to compose it in a bit of urban, graffiti-like touches,suggestin a sort of negative psychedelia turning into decorative fixicity.Basically the denying of the youth vitalism, through young codes.
The mood is again low one. Which was common bread by my 19 (but luckely not anymore.. that's why I keep posting this series: look how negative I was, and imagine if I could findhappines back, evryone can :)) ;)
So once more..."Enjoy" :)
Comments (100)
I love the picture! The poem is perfect!
Meli, Your Such A Wonderfull Person. God Bless Your Heart!!.....NP
Nicely Done!
Molto interessante. La Bipielle serve a qualcosa, allora!
BELLISSINO *BY
we r all trapped inside somehow and some ways but we have to fight back looks like your doing a great job at it keep on trucking!! there's better things out there:
I love and understand these words so much very good job
Profonditdi sentimento e volere.
Love the graphic impact it has got.
Graphically cool and refined.