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Ask me anything, to find out about anything

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Fantaisy Digital Paintings by Cyril Rolando

The world I live and the world I make

I once took the world as set

Now I know its not

So i mold it with my




Losing my self in another



And, place

Never wanting to return to myself

The lust of more 



And, and places to visit

Wondering what could be next

Wondering what person could be added 

Both these i seek so now i return to myself

A boring desk in a boring world to what i made 

Though the curiosity is that much more

For i never know what might happen 

For i never know who i might meet 

This is why i have returned

Till the next time i dream a world again

From scratch on a fresh canvas

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Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 38 notes

heart surgery


the sun will set slower
and the tides will break
uneven, the moon will be a wild
animal and my heart will probably go
to the wolves—
but if I can
manage to
wake up, storm after storm after
then I will live
these slow dying days
will finally
pass away

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Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 7 notes

A Crossing, Alone


Sailing solemnly
on the gray gales
of May; he walked
the tear-touched street.

The light of the lamps
shone rays of defeat

The headlights shone
in the same way,

over the road
beaming with water.

A crossing, alone
in the same way,

a fast car drove,
speeding ever surer.

In Heaven the headlights
are the warmth of an
unbroken home.

Laying in a sun-touched river,
no longer to cry, never to shiver.

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Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 14 notes

here we go.


the hills of my vertebrae are lonely,
but tell me something new.

my skin is meant for this lighting,
the pale of my thighs cracking open salt mines,
you would paint me if you knew how.

if you see me differently than others do,
there is no need to apologize.

art isn’t about pretty all the time.

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Text Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 70 notes


we stroll down
   memory lane—
get blisters on
our souls.
 our skin— raw,
by lovers’ lips.
 our thoughts
    red smoke,
 our lungs cower—
we daydream
in a
fire hazard. 

Quote Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 160 notes

“My heart is always trying to be true
to things that aren’t true, loving you
as if you are a monster under my bed
& you are hidden & you are terrifying
& only come out when my room
goes dark, when my soul turns off
all the lights inside of it, when
the moon disappears again, when
somebody has flipped the switch,
& you whisper songs & promise
that your hateful nature can be
fought by gentleness & so
in return I call you baby & I
give you a love to torment,
forgiving you when sharp edges
tear into the thin parts of my skin.
Your face might be trapped
behind a screen & your voice
only imagined, but I swear
that last night I could feel you
crawling up my sheets, your hands
wrapping around my throat
& choking me into infinity.”

Moriah Pearson, loving you might kill me (via mooneyedandglowing)

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Text Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 18 notes


And to love myself
Is a hopeless feat
A fruitless attempt
To make ends meet

I don’t know how
I cannot fathom why
My life is one sad

So don’t bother trying
You deserve more
you’ll never be able
To grasp what’s inside
My closed doors

Photo Post Fri, May. 09, 2014 27 notes


Dream Dipped Day-
A poem topic request from:
just-a-tiyanak -topic: the artist’s struggle
prettyprettypie -topic: the timeless summer breeze
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Dream Dipped Day-

A poem topic request from:

just-a-tiyanak -topic: the artist’s struggle


prettyprettypie -topic: the timeless summer breeze

My blog-

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Text Post Fri, May. 09, 2014 58 notes

(I won’t) melt without you


burn the world,
with me..
I’m the kindling,
for your match.. catch..
we’ll leap, from
rooftops, high..
touch the sky,
with me..
I want to surf
heated waves,
while cities fry..
we’ll glide,
over molten,
fucking sands..
..just don’t let go
my hands..

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Text Post Fri, May. 09, 2014 22 notes

beneath stones unturned


sometimes it’s easier to see the bad
forgetting there is beauty to be found
behind closed doors, and closed hearts—
beneath stones unturned.
it’s simple, to forget the good
when it is so obscured by the bad
turning ugly any ounce of beauty
whatever value to be had
so unpalatable, that eventually
whatever good
becomes literally invisible
to the naked eye.

Text Post Fri, May. 09, 2014 45 notes


magnets draw you near
[I taste the metal
on your lips]
I think perhaps
the magnets live in me.

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