nergaljunior

Ink was spilled all over the blank white paper sheets the scientist had lied out for one of his favorite experiments “6.” He was the strangest of all the stitchpunks in eye shape, skin tone and other unusual features. Quite the curious one, he often was found humming along a small path while looking at all sorts of objects that were nearby. He would memorize all the details of these objects and return to the paper. There he would kneel and dip his hands within the ink. With large strokes and body moving with each swipe, he would draw the wonderful images of the random items he found. Anything from his fellow friends to plants and ro

For My Hipster The fields were full of bubbles so I blew a wish for you I filled each seed with hope as they melted into blue And I thought of nights alone as the 1's lined up in green I'd make the wish in the center of a prayer inside a dream I remember long ago your words you put in outer space From the satellite's rays I read about you at the lake; your thinking place And I saw your world grow silent as it slowed to black and white Feeling the heat on my skin from the flames in your veins at the sight of headlights I remember longer still, last year, more words from the stratosphere Snapped me from my haze and made my world pain