ryangabrielhelminski

A Short Visual.

“Lap Lap” went the dogs tongue, as it scraped the side of its Red Water Dish.

The sun was high and so were the kids as they rode along the rickety fence.

They drove past the dog and she barked like mad.

Moving faster, the bike was excited.

To go on such an adventure with its owner was exhilarating.

“Oh Boy! Oh Boy!” its wheels declared as the kids turned a sharp corner passing an elderly couple holding hands.

The elderly couple had been walking for 2 years now; staying wherever their feet brought them.

They started from a small log cabin in the Mountains.

- EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski

MY LUNGS

fire burns them

MY MIND

uses the plants as friend

OF THE PSYCHE

the psychological lack thereof 

NOT REALLY INSANE

just a thought of

PLASMATIC CONSUMPTION

strike goes the match

THEN GORGEOUS DESTRUCTION

then gorgeous destruction

THE LOVE OF THE END

let the thought begin again

END THE START OF HIVE MINDED SIN

Poem By: EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski

“Sinking..

I’m thinking.

Reflections revealing.

An unwilling theme.

Set into the seams of the skin.

Begin and end.

Lift up and bend.

Turn his head.

Hollow.

Dead.

Still breathing.

Excreting babbles.

Excreting brooks.

That follow.

Flow like words.

From the spines of books.

Words unheard of.

Only seen.

Dreamt of conceptual things.

Built from gray matter.

Clouds.

Anything.”