My hand on your chest,
I realize that our hearts
Beat in unison
Or am I?
I am AliceI am AliceI am Alice by Sagittarianism
Down the rabbit hole I went,
When I fell in love with you.
I risked my mental health
To be the one you wanted most.
And it worked
Like a charmed potion
That swelled my ego and
Sprung my height above the world.
I am Alice.
And I want you to paint all my white roses red
The passion of your love
Making my flowery mind blush
With pleasure and relief.
I am Alice.
And I want your eyes to see me
And your grin to keep me
And your head off to one side
Of my heart.
I am Alice
And my mind demands attention
From those that would see my body
Flat like the deck of cards.
Ace of hearts, bring me my pink flamingos
And I shall croquet by your side
And crochet the sweaters of little dogs
That end up chasing their tales
I am Alice
Where is my mind
Where is the mirror that I saw through a smokescreen
Where is the peyote that turned me small
Where is the guru caterpillar on his throne of toadstool
Where is the waving oceans of Wonderland where I belong
A Letter to TimeA Letter to TimeA Letter to Time by Sagittarianism
Sometimes I just sit there, dumb with disappointment, and watch as people run past me, achieving their personal success or various triumphs; my Time has not yet come. But I must ask myself “when is my Time?” and also “why has my Time not yet clamored for my attention?” and this is the point in which I find myself over-thinking, overanalyzing, and drastically exaggerating my variety of personal failures.
When I think about Time, I have to wonder at its indifference to my emotions… for Time is one of those fickle friends that will leave you in its dusty wake, coughing and choking on your own problems, issues, and ruts. It is a strange anomaly that never slows down, but always seems to speed up as you grow older.
What happened to that Time in which I had no cares, no deep woes, no violent emotions that could fling me into the slavering maw of Sorrow and Self-Fulfilling Defeat?
It seems a hopeless mess up here, in the webby dust-riddled
|The rubbish I create with me own hands and brain...|
There's a new bionic woman in town!Had the heart monitoring device implanted in my chest yesterday. Everything went well but I'm very sore now. I'll be going back to the hospital on September 2nd to see how I'm healing.There's a new bionic woman in town! by TheEmptyChest
The procedure itself was... unlike anything I've ever been through. I was given a local anesthetic and had a towel placed over my face, but I was fully conscious as my chest was cut open and the device was inserted inside. The doctor and the nurse who was assisting him kept talking to me. Kept trying to focus my mind elsewhere. It was still weird, though, knowing what was happening on the other side of that towel. When it was over and I sat up on the operating table I was shaking. The nurse told me that was normal, for one, because my body was in shock, and for another, because the anesthetic they gave me had epinephrine in it. I had to let the jitters subside a bit before standing up and trying to walk.
The incision is a lot smaller than I thought it would be but my body is not used t
|Is it any wonder I like these people's work?|
/ˌsædʒ ɪˈtɛər i ən ɪz əm/
1. a state of being wherein one is eclectic in taste, has perpetual projects in motion (often more than one at a time), and is indefinable my any human standards or laws
"I can't finish anything I start; I must have a case of Sagittarianism."
2. ImagineAppleScruffs's new username.
"Sagittarianism is a great artist and writer on DeviantART."
Hello! Have fun looking at my varied works!
This is how I will remember Anton Yelchin. Very human and likeable. RIP, Mr Chekov.
I love DeviantArt! It's a wonderful community where I can find people just as weird as I am.
I like the Beatles.
I like the Young Ones, a 1980s British comedy TV show.
My art is usually done in Photoshop CS3 and Flash. And my cloth art is done in various fabrics, trims and beads, with needle and thread. No sewing machine.
I try to write every day. I aim to become a part time freelance writer.
I listen to music every day. I can't go through a whole day without it.
I play a multitude of musical instruments, but my favorite is the guitar!
I love to sing.
I also write my own music and lyrics. Now if only I could get them on the radio!
I like feedback on my work, so if you have something to say, please say it!
I believe in angels!
I love the TV show 'Gunsmoke'; for some reason I keep dreaming about Marshal Dillon (played by James Arness). I also like the show 'Bonanza'... and some of its characters: Little Joe Cartwright (played by Michael Landon) and Griff King (Tim Matheson), mainly.
My Tumblrs: pricklyandhardtoeradicate.tumb… and imagineapplescruffs.tumblr.com…
I love Star Wars and Luke Skywalker, but goddammit I f***ing HATE Mara Jade!!! Do not, I seriously mean DO NOT get me started on how much I HATE that orange hairball that someone's cat hacked up!!! She is NOT welcome in my personal Star Wars universe...
Have fun here, guys!
My dA Family:
Twin brother: I luv you, man!
Younger brother: Hir oes!
Twin sister: I looooooove youuuu!!!
Sisters: x 2
Younger sisters: x 2
If you want to be a part of my dA family, just note me as to who you want to be, and I'll add you!
Current Residence: Massachusetts USA
Favorite genre of music: Celtic, World, Oldies, Classical, Swing
Favorite photographer: Robert Doisneau, Harry Benson, Ansel Adams, Dezo Hoffman, Edward S Curtis, Linda Eastman McCartney
Favorite style of art: Art Nouveaux, Medieval stylized, popart/psychedelic, pre-raphaelite
Operating System: Windows 10
MP3 player of choice: my phone
Wallpaper of choice: Anything that fits with one of my projects.
Personal Quote: Great friends are amazing blessings. A thousand times over. -- Me