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Art
Writing samples of non-published works, I'm working on putting up newer pieces.
I took several of my writings down because I felt they didnīt belong here anymore, & they were quite old. Lately I havenīt really found the time to write up new pieces, the only time I do seem to write anything is either in my Live Journal or at school, but there I write in spanish, so itīs kind of different.
Being in the Uni I really donīt have much time to write, I thought Iīd never say this ever. Hopefully one day inspiration will strike me & Iīll come back to writing in English again. Or maybe Iīll just scrounge up some of my older pieces, that do fit. For now Iīll use this section of my website for some of my writings, my artwork, & my photography.
My friend Hilary has inspired me to make a dreambook;) Once I have completed some of the pages in the book I will be posting pictures of it on this section of my website.
Writings;
Meat
I Don't Know Her Anymore
I Think They Rather
To Sleep Is Forbidden
The Tools Of Misery
Treasure Chest
Medication X.
All writings Copyright to Sophia Cerveny (me!)
All these writings belong to me! If you use them or abuse them in anyway i will find you. If you would like to use them for something you can always email me, but I really doubt I'd let anyone use something as personal as my writings/artwork.
Photography;
My Deviant Art Account
New writings that have been posted are marked with a (*).
At Trial - *
We are at trial with our Teacher at the moment.
We look like dogs with sad looks on our faces.
But we are not sad - we are mad - from within.
His voice is paper thin like a silenced violin.
Tiny pools of electric tears - *
The tears inside my eyes - oh how they mesmerize.
Tears that are a product of a fabrication of an annihilation.
The venom that spews blood red - it won't be off with my head.
Production -*
Production - construction - Destruction.
The venom that destroys a bodily function.
An electric chair - and eclectic chair - silver chair - I am the heir.
Bodily Functions - *
The mind it ponders - the vine it wanders.
The life it sickens ' the faith it thickens.
The balance between good & evil - good & bad - bad or good?
The Ying & Yang of Brotherhood.
The light through darkness - the darkness through light.
The light it switches - from off to on.
The heart that shatters - the heart that matters.
The love inside is not always found from the outside.
Inside & outside.
Internal beauty - external fury.
The smile it sends - the heart it mends.
Help me get rid of it
They put me on this medication
where I can't even live my life
anymore. I have to be watched.
They peer with their eyes. They
are like my soulless body-guards.
They just keep dragging themselves
along following my every move as
they trace my footsteps.
One moment I am filled with
laughter the next I am torn to
shreds. I bleed internally because
of this at times I don't want to
bleed externally.
I want my life back. I want it
back now.
Those crystal teardrops that
dribble down my cheeks are not
real but just product of a
fabrication of a medication that's
an abhomination.
The medication x has exited the
building the medication xx has
just entered the building.
I spew the venom. I hate the
venom. I curse the venom. I abhor
the venom. I despise the venom. I
want to get rid of the venom.
But as a pied piper I follow their
guidelines, their rules, & sit on
the side-lines.
I follow them as a blind mouse. I
follow them because I love them. I
follow the who? because the one's
I love brought me back to Doctor
who?
Help me get rid of this medication
XX.
Help me get past this, help me get
through.
Re-wind & Re-cycle
Forwards & backwards. Re-wind & re-cycle & just repeat the cycle. Re-cycle, rewind. In movement & motion she silences the notion.
Bubbly (x 2) - Troubly (x 2)
She doesn't want to drink the poison. She weakens, she withers, but yet as the process commences she evolves into something & silences the senses. A poison so deadly, so lethal, so dark will not ever, never ever, shatter her Dear bleeding heart.
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Change
The change it's inevitable. As a flower withers & dies it also learns to bloom through change.
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This really will make no sense to anyone else unless I post a further explanation about it on my journal. I'd like to keep my copy cats with the mystery a flight.
