Madness at a glance

Poetry, Art, my Tumblr existence.

[8on3s]

Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft. Ink used: Nemosine Halley's Comet, Nemosine Pleiades Blue-Black, Diamine Shimmer Magical Forest, J. Herbin Emerald Of Chivor. My weapons of choice were a Noodlers Nib Creaper flex pen and a basic glass dip pen. #nemosineink #noodlersnibcreaper #diamineshimmering #jherbinemeraldofchivor #hplovecraft #colouroutofspace #artistsoninstagram #somethingnew (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Unlike those who would cast this omen as a negative, I see it as positive. To become aware of those actions that would hinder our progression and allow us a fruitful life must be dealt with. The lie can no longer be tolerated as remaining ignorant will only stifle the development of the full being that is to be. As tempting as it may be to continue on in the dream there comes a time to awaken and to see what is. To overcome, to become. #tarot #invocation #life #thedevil

[8on3s]

That moment my hand caressed her skin... I felt the poison pouring in... Her lie, my death... (at Port Orchard, Washington)

[8on3s]

Sometimes the Ghosts don't speak... At least not what we can always hear with an open ear... Sometimes the movements in ones peripheral vision are just tricks. Sometimes though... They show you where things are... Where they will be. Mayhap the eventual is to be is already here and your inattentiveness has thwarted your moment to progress on it's path... Such is life one could suppose. Just as one could suppose many things in life... But why suppose anything in life and not just know... What there is in the now, progressing from what we were yesterday, and building to perhaps create a new tomorrow. Right? Maybe sometimes I am a little too analytical for my abstract approach where I try and erect this structure to be a ridged immovable object, yet the subject matter is immaterial amd if it was material it would be at best a fluid and as we all know fluids do not like ridged structures... They break through the chinks in the armour, those we put in place to feel at ease... Why do we try and feel at ease? Maybe our uneasy is our moment of clarity... Uneasy is reality... Is sanity... Is. What is. #authentic #authorsofinstagram #author #alchemy #alchohol #poetry #introspection #past #present #future #abstract #fountainpen #flex (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

My solitary unraveling has taken me to the shadows and deeper. There I reside and the water is still. Brief moments of clarity allow light through the fog of uncertainty. Within these depths the clarity pierces into limitless potential. Those of us who walk the light will never know the true depths of ones soul. In my abyss there is the warmth of a thousand dead suns. Within my shadow the black blankets me and I fear not my darkness. I welcome her. For I have within a black flame. Burning dark and cold. The dead walk in the light. Those that fear the night. Hiding from the shadow. Unwelcome truth. Here I embrace shadow. Here I see your horrors. Those thoughts you run from. Abominations untold. Always seen. In the shadows deepest reaches. And here the water is still. In my solitary unraveling. -Brian #poetry #poet #authorsofinstagram #author #authentic #dark #shadow #psychology #real #fountainpen #bloodredmoon (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

Within the darkness of the mind the soul the ritual commenced and those who have wronged will be dealt a swift hand and this shadow bearing over the sould of those vile and weak parasites will engulf all that was pestilence cleansing like the deluge of times long since past the riders come to claim what was wrongly taken from them... They come for you. #writing #writersofinstagram #ritual #psychology #symbolism #destruction (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

Kill your TV Think while you have the choice be sure to always use your voice they are on to me watching you in the transmitters of the scanners the time is soon when the cold comes and the warm wind blows no more... Spring comes to end. Watch your time, tick tock past the event horizon of the time before Chronos sleeping in the abyss. A letter from a future past. #writing #writersofinstagram #dark #end #chronos #poetry #thoughts (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

Whatlinesgowhere andinthere dotheyfeelaswedo intersectinginsectfeelers signalingtheend ofthewhatwas becomingthewhatis maybe? #twsbieco #fountainpen #art #artistsoninstagram #somethingtothinkabout (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

The beginings of a rather crazy pointilist journey into obscurity through a matrix of tiny purposefully placed drops of pigment onto a bound substrate of questionable constitution whereupon ideas may form from shapes previously not explored through the use of lines and shades through which strange fantastic creatures may melt into our plane of existence if for only a moment frozen in time... #drawing #pointillism #unique #interdimensional #slug #what #art (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

Something different... Something new. #writing #writersofinstagram #spring #rebirth (at Bremerton, Washington)

[8on3s]

Not all words can be spoken... #art #notjustawriter #fountainpen #ink #sketch (at Washington)

[8on3s]

"If Only" from Looking Into Darkness. http://www.lulu.com/shop/brian-norris/looking-into-darkness/paperback/product-22523122.html?ppn=1 #authorsofinstagram #author #poetrybook #poetry #sleep #unashamed #advertising #lifequotes #real (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Within the warmth of the black abyss the ritual had commenced. The mad man peered into the void, and the void looked into the man. If you would like to venture on a most perilous journey with me please do not hesitate to procure this little tomb for yourself. More to come, the ritual is far from over, come friends, we have dark paths to walk. http://www.lulu.com/shop/brian-norris/looking-into-darkness/paperback/product-22523122.html?ppn=1 #authorsofinstagram #poetry #book #life #death #ritual #selfpublished #darkart #writing #author #poetrybook #poet (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Dreams come to those who bleed. (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Is it lazy or revolutionary, is it something more or just a recycled idea forgotten in time, maybe, maybe, maybe. Or not. After enough coffee shitty thoughts become gold, new thoughts feel timeless and old, but we could just have a bias towards our own attempts at salvation. The ritual must be completed for the others to follow... Dreams into obscurity are a boon on the depths of my shadow. Tomorrow brings the past to the forefront of reality. #poetry #writersofinstagram #drawing #pointillism #dotdotdot #dreams (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Working on a rather strange story... One of darkness and horrors that dwell only in our dreams, of the Great Old Ones that whisper to our shadow and speak of unspeakable truths. Will you join us in the abyss? #authorsofinstagram #dark #mythology #ritual (at Washington)

[8on3s]

Not my own quote, just felt I should share. #writersofinstagram #author #bones (at Washington)