iverunouttanames
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Sunday, July 24, 2011
A cherry pie
This illustration is really close to me for a lot of reasons, so i thought it was worth sharing. hope you guys like it.

Friday, February 11, 2011
Small miracle
Friday, January 15, 2010
of witches.
This is the first of my short stories, i've had the idea of something like this for a very long time. i hope you all enjoy it.
- iverunouttanames
10:47 PM
only a minute since the last time I looked
it’s pretty clear,
tonight I’m the goose,
‘cause I got cooked!
What did I do ,You ask?
Well, I waited… waited…
Till I gave up an realized that she wasn’t going to come,
She’d never intended to.
No sweat!
This bar’s got a lot of women tonight
An one of them is about to get lucky!
Hmmm…
Looking around like a hungry vulture
Starved.
I sight my prey,
In the far corner,
Good lord! This woman was sent out to make my day!
Sound the horns!
Release the hounds!
Tally ho!
The hunt is on!
I get up from the bar-stool,
Beer in hand,
Angst in heart,
Motive in mind.
Thoughts I had for her weren’t the least kind.
I’d had a pint too many,
As I soon realized,
Knees wobbling,
World spinning,
Morrison shouting for an L.A. woman.
feared I might kiss the ground,
I turned around
Looking for my seat
Waiting for my heart to follow its regular beat.
If only this place would stop spinning!
The noise had vanished,
The fog had thickened,
Fog?
Wait a minute something wasn’t right,
Where was I?
Foggy cold night,
Countryside.
Violently shaking my head,
I moved towards the bar-stool,
dunk men laughing.
What just happened here?
Sweaty palms shaking
I held myself
Goose bumps in places id never thought possible.
Lifted my head looked toward the woman,
Now joined by two others,
They all were looking at me.
Smiling.
They knew!
Wet blades of grass,
Smell of damp earth.
Kneeling face down
I realized I wasn’t in the bar anymore….again!
Through the fog
Faint light,
Voices in the manner as if a song.
People!
I shouted,
But no words came out!
One of the women was walking towards me.
I sat frozen as she whispered into my ear,
“we would like for you to join us.”
Stunned I sat motionless
Held my arm and led me towards the table.
At least I was going to have some company this godforsaken night.
Cold wind.
Strong windy current,
My feet seemed to be moving
Onwards and forward toward the foggy light.
Where was she!
It seems I was alone.
Sound of the singing growing louder
Wanted to turn away but couldn’t.
They were looking at me, smiling.
I pulled a chair
Introductions.
Eyes looking through the hair,
All smiles.
Strong desire to leave!
Sitting by the fireside,
The ladies singing and dancing.
Ritualistic.
Smiles.
“I shouldn’t have come here today.”
“but eventually you would have,
we meet not because we wished to be found,
but only ‘cause u wished to seek us.”
mind racing fast,
I had to get out of here…
Alive!
“we offer a barter-
that what you wish for the most,
in exchange for that which is most precious to us”
“really!?”
maybe I should take them up on the offer.
Frantic singing/dancing.
Smiles turned into laughter,
“so what is it that you wish for?”
I didn’t even have to think,
I knew what I wanted – “happiness.”
Dead silence,
Grim faces.
“is that what you truly wish for?”
“yes.”
…
At the table in the far corner
I realized that I was now sitting alone,
The buzzing In my head now gone.
Walking out of the bar,
On my way home,
I realized,
Not even an immortal soul is enough to buy true happiness!
I couldn’t help but smile!!
THE END
…
… …
“can we interest u in something else perhaps,
women, money …fame?”
“what good is any of that if you aren’t happy?”
“go home then…. You are no good to us.”
“nor you, to me”
…
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The sorry state of fate.
I am hated….
For me such is fated
Time is my slave,
Expectation an ally.
With emotions I jest
Those of the faith say I’m a test
I cant be lost, nor can be found…
Ever Chained to the soul
Without making the slightest sound
Those looking for an escape will find none
To me things r told…
… I just have to get them done
what are men, but toys
I AM SORROW, I AM JOYS
Justice, bias; good ,evil
Man’s only deed is answering my heed
I do not punish,
Punishment, however, comes through me
As pitiful as it is…
The shell pays for what it’s essence was!
There is no escape…
There is no escape…
There is no escape.
For I am FATE!...and ready for all your hate!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Lusting for love
it wasn’t the first time that I’d tried….
The end was still the same… coz I cried…
Cried ...
Cried ,for I’d lost all pride.
Lusted, I had lusted all along…
For someone…anyone…
I was so forlorn
What is love…but lust
Lust for belonging…
To end all loneliness
It is but a game…
Played by hurting someone…
Then making fun of the same.
Losing all pride…
Then trying to live through shame
It rains…
Harder than ever before.
Raining…
Amongst this chaos…
I tried…
I Burnt…
Sometimes even wished I’d died.
The angst
The fury…
All futile.
I wish to set the world on fire…
Probably burn in the flames of my own pyre
People live…
Then again, they die…
For the sake of love they all try to make it by…
Fools!
In books,
in songs,
then again in movies,
they talk of love…
fucked up phonies!
They fill your head with lies
A false promise of paradise!
They say it’s sunshine…
Only for a while,
Cause it certainly fades away with the passage of time.
After a while it’s just you…
Empty beer cans,
Pen,
Paper,
And a broken rhyme…


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