http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:technicolordreamsz&section=today deviantART RSS for by:technicolordreamsz en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:39:52 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28106692/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28106692/ Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:29:29 PST On a desk of fog
Covered in the month
I can’t see what’s in front of me
A blur going off in the distance perhaps?
Should I take what the days have presented me
Or give back which I have taken?
I think we will go with down the hatch
I’ll laugh until tomorrow
Until things become clear
A smile for the night keeps me calm
Focusing on a color of lines
For once not centered around this idea of another
The first sign of forgetting?
The first sign of relief?
Either way a gulp or four of theses today’s
Will make tomorrow the brightest tomorrow
Another smile another giggle and yes yet another thought
I will regret in the morning if I ever catch up with it.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28083770/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28083770/ Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:07:16 PST Make my phone ring; I’ll answer without a doubt
A message of encouragement
Not these waves of sorrow dragging out
Where they come to settle on a day I didn’t know would be so hard
I can’t clear off the dust of our past; if I try they will just float above
Until its time to come to rest once again
Distractions come and go helping for an hour or so
Yet once I start feeling happy it’s just a reminder
The weirdest and tiniest things get to me the most
Everyday conversations bring up what went before
I know you’re on the floor grasping but can’t reach
Jumping out of windows but landing on two feet
Spending nights in grave yards but you can’t catch death
Passing door ways looking for an ear that will listen
And still everyday you avoid the one that will
Days go by and you don’t knock on a single door
Picture frames fall down stairs for these past years
Warning signs you chose to ignore
Sicknesses of guilt you covered up as a disorder
You’re good at the game you play
You’ve passed go, but wont collect your prize
A game too easy for you to play
Yet you win each time
I’m in your jail waiting yet I can’t get our numbers straight.
Yours 3 mine 16
Neither what we need to break free
While your number more accessible I’ll keep waiting for the day my dice reach my number.
An unreachable number until you change your game
But for today and the rest of tomorrow, until you do

You win!
You win!!

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28020311/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/28020311/ Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:53:09 PDT
Things would go my way
I could change the things I choose
Live the life I pick
And be happy in my own abyss

I’d live what now cant be
While redirecting the bad

Be excited about today
dream the unbelievable
See what I miss the most
Listen for what I long to hear

Be unbreakable
As I Create what others destroy
I could edit undo

But if I wake up everything will be gone.
If I could, sleep forever

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/27789530/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/27789530/ Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:36:13 PDT not a word

Doing my thing
and struggling

Each day an instant reminder
each song just as ear crushing

183 days go by
it feels like yesterday

a fresh wound
that has not started to heal

when its gone a complete circle
I'll disappear

It's all too real now..
Yet you aren't

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/26939029/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/26939029/ Mon, 31 Aug 2009 15:05:02 PDT
I now hate Prius’s,
I call Explorers Exploders,

I hate that…

Instead of cute, I say coooot.
Instead of boys, I say boyo’s
Instead of teens, I say tweens.
Instead of laundry, I call it laun-dirty.
Instead of Tylenol, I call it Tinyol.
Instead of Kitty’s, I call them keeties

I hate that….

Guns are not just a toy any more.
That 3 is the only acceptable odd number.
I miss feeshy faces.

I hate that…

Squirrels aren’t just squirrels anymore.
Bouncy balls make me hurt.
Green has become a sad color.
The name James is confirmed as evil again.
Christmas is a sore spot.

I hate that…..

I cringe at the sight of a Uhaul.
I still want a French bulldog.
I double take Black “exploders”
S’s stand out to me.

I hate that….

I hate crotch rockets.
I sigh when I see Squirt.

I hate Dave and Busters.

I hate my nick name hedder.

I hate…
that half my drawings I cant stand to look at anymore.
that I refuse to enjoy skittles.
that I still hate popcorn.
that I love listening to bright eyes

But most of all, I hate that I still listen to music and can find a smile.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/25733217/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/25733217/ Sat, 04 Jul 2009 10:48:38 PDT
but instead I've been holding my breath for months


Gone in regret

every memory trapped in a single object

a simple word or phrase


Blinded by everything that screams you

promising to never vanish

we still agreed its settled

Attempting this baffling world, cut off


I'm accepting this fact


I can boldly face my approaching life?

accept a new ending or beginning?


That sigh still wont release


I cant seem to exhale

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/25550474/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/25550474/ Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:04:10 PDT I'm finally giving in and taking my first real art class. ART-105 at DVC.
I have refused to take one for 19 years and i'm finally putting all my
stubbornness aside.

I'm only taking it because it fills one of my requirements and its a
prerequisite for all the fun classes at my school. Argh to those
fucking NAZI'S!

I feel like I've lost a long battle.

Opinions?

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/24550477/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/24550477/ Sat, 02 May 2009 15:15:13 PDT Family and friends insisting we not complain about being too young,
for when we get older we’ll be wishing we could go back in time. I
myself as a child had the notion I could just build a time machine,
by 200(fill in blank), we should be close by then. Think back to age
6, you were always ready to swing on those monkey bars or climb a
tree, determined to find fun everywhere you were dragged. Not to
mention the imaginations on steroids, ready to wisp you away at any
moment. Yet, even as we get older, everyone has their hidden child
still sitting inside them peeking its little head out at every
possible occasion.
Many parts of our lives are influenced by the experiences we had
as children. As kids many boys enjoyed taking things apart and trying
to put them back together. Now as adults you find them working on
cars, still with that smile of gratification on their faces, whether
they have learned to put it back together or not, is not significant.
Many artists have more opportunity to let thatinner child show. Many
Sculptors getting hands deep in clay moldingand morphing just as they
did when they were 10, as they played withplay do. Finding that
opportunity to still enjoy things in life as you did when you were a
child is essential in keeping your lives fun. As simple as that word
fun may seem, it’s important not take things so serious all the time.
Just imagining how the world would be if the entire population lost
that child within, is appalling; I refuse to fully let myself grow up.
I’m not going to be an adult that acts childish; I’m a child
pretending to be mature, yes, I’ll go about my day and take on the
responsibilities of an adult, but at the end of the day, I’ll know
I haven’t lost myself.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/24002691/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/24002691/ Wed, 01 Apr 2009 10:39:27 PDT I’m inviting it to stay while…..
The chance might just slide if you don’t take it for a ride
You can blame your mood for how you feel, but accepting this is not ideal
My lack of patience is put to the test, while you stay up for weeks without an ounce of rest
You’ll keep trying too
I’ll keep trying for you……

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/23824283/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/23824283/ Sun, 22 Mar 2009 01:28:32 PDT I'm crying

its sunny
you're crying

Omaha is not the same
the bay screams for your comfort

your bowl fills with my sorrows

you empty your bowl

i refill it

the hollow holes scream for attention

so we both replenish

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/21783354/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/21783354/ Tue, 02 Dec 2008 13:06:10 PST unwinding, turning
unraveled untamed,
outdated
unwanted
garage sale treasures
taken apart
millions of pieces.
springs flying around
jumping leaping
no purpose explained.

tapes and tapes
gears of the past generations
memories imported, exported
labels vary
births
birthdays
holidays
black mail
tapes of our generation?
disks

tapes and tapes
meaning no long here,
filling up landfills,
yet becoming my art

t aking
a part
p ast
e vents
s urfacing

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075570/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075570/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:42:09 PDT Welcome Sir, ma`am
I smell of fried food constantly
Greeting the same people each day

Mr. Johnson and his secret friend, she smelling of old lipstick and cheap perfume.
The Hamilton’s and their two boys always making a mess causing trouble.
Fries flying back and forth landing in Mrs. Rodgers hair, the widow that comes in here every morning ordering the same thing
2 pieces of wheat toast, light on the butter
One cup of coffee, 1 spoon of sugar, 3 creams
One over easy egg
And a bowl of oatmeal
Which she never finishes
We have old Doc. Taylor he’s not a real doctor though, go figure.
Age 72 long hair always in a pony tail going half way down his back.
A beard twice as long, with specks of black in it, not yet taken over by old age.
His voice deep and honest always comforting.
Greeting me as Tommy, though my names Jacob.
I cant complain
Its life at its finest…
Right?

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075561/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075561/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:41:36 PDT The melody in your eyes
Stomping into space
Flying through your meaning
Curing all frowns
Encountering your mood
Moving through your sadness
Creating rainbows out of nothing
Company of 1 now heaven
Security in your embrace
You scream green
I absorb your color
I exchange your loneliness
It becomes my company
Calming your itch
Becoming your irritancy
Coloring your buttons
Pressing your drawing
Tracing your steps
Now celebrating claps
Van kisses
Unscrewing the trees
Cutting your boundaries
Listening for what you see
Freezing happiness
Warming ugliness
Nursing your view point
Curling my spine
Sitting on your tray
Silencing my tummy aches
With your treasure
Myths of our knowledge

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075547/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075547/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:40:57 PDT The jiberooms did wait.
The people clomped all glem a fray,
On this brilid hot day.
The sun was gloom
For now the Jiberooms go clacker zoom,
Abroad the shlanky town
The jiberooms sent biladron, wolfernickles,
Odinomonos and flying tippertappers, on their way.
Like a wade of head from the sun.
The town flanted for millions of jiberooms had landed
And cobbled them all away
There bobble drooms which they had lived
Were now a ghastly moch.

So when ever the sun goes gloom
Froggle for now you know,
The Jiberooms go clacker zoom
Abroad the shlanky towns.

On a brilid day all hot a sleet
The town is now bittersweet.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075541/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075541/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:40:31 PDT Echoeing your every glance
Create your silence

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075525/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075525/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:39:48 PDT Blue from head to toe
Eyes match
Heads down
Slowly lifting
She sings unfamiliar words
But just as meaningful
Her voice pierces the building
The room is silent
The crowd connects
The end of the world she sings
Ah ah ah ah
The tempo goes down
Shift in emotion
She sings faster for impact
The perfect being found
War, Hate, Sadness, Love
One yet left behind to complete the puzzle
Dance, music starts
She moves
Battle cries being heard
Perfect being created
For one reason only
To protect
Faced with challenges
Not knowing love
Love Exchanged
The World is saved

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075512/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075512/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:39:16 PDT
My luck scissors ran I test
Ladder skipped boundaries I try
Delay a mirror crack my kind
My table pranced to buy my time
Painted gerbil ball killing
Mud persuade the goose frolicked

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075508/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075508/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:38:58 PDT jumping in a bounce house that has no recollection of his sorrow which is represented by colors that look as if it’s swimming through a pool of jello which looks as if it’s a rainbow in a mug up in space.

Yet that space is like a rainy day seemingly unwanted but always appreciated like a slip in the snow which test your might like a paper air plane flying as if it has a destination like a tarantula that looks like a fuzzy chin on a mountain man not ready to be shaven but is like a blanket of comfort over any nuisance

But that nuisance is

That space is

My armoire is

An endless trial like a chip in a tree.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075493/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/19075493/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:38:13 PDT
Characters!

Words on a surface!

Because……………

I am, annoyed
Cross

Exasperated

furious

and more So…….
Grim

My characters are here to make me,…..
Cheerful

Chipper

Buoyant

Satisfied

And more So………….
Euphoric

I don’t do it for,
Commoners

Community

Family
Or…….
Humanity

Its purely a Selfish, Egocentric, Narcissistic

Act!

Self-Satisfaction at its best.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/17917138/ http://technicolordreamsz.deviantart.com/journal/17917138/ Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:59:21 PDT Dream Worlds enter felicity.
Great Heavens, iridescent jesters
knocking. Lingering mirage.
No other paradise quite reveals such
transformations. Utopia, Visions,
windening xanadu,
Your Zion.

]]> ~technicolordreamsz