Liberated Ideas

Hi, I'm Raechel. I'm a belly dancing, free spirited photographer and film-maker looking to exhibit my work. I'm 17 and this is my art blog. You can also follow my other blog: http://loveraechh.tumblr.com

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Self-Portrait

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Light to brighten the night ~

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BUGS

Bugs in my ears, bugs in my nose

They chew up the sheets and eat through my clothes

Digging their way into my mind

But soon they will realize that they are dying

And on their backs they lay screaming and crying

Addicted to the feeling of living inside me

But those bloodsuckers don’t know that it’s killing me violently

I let them suffer and turn to dust

When all of a sudden I get the urge to sneeze and I know I must.

 Then out they come, the black bugs fall

And just in time for my mother to call.

Hello mother, I say. Today is a good day.

She wonders if I am feeling better, much I say.

The bugs are gone, I told you they would go away.

 Those nasty bugs, my mother always does say.

Eating your mind and ruining your day

But today is a good day, I again do say.

Those bugs have left they’ve gone away.

I can hear her sigh on the other line

As the grandfather clock begins to chime

No more worrying mother, at least for today

She finally agrees and then I say, same time tomorrow?

Yes of course, my dear.

Goodbye for today.

 I hang up the phone and smile wide for those big black bugs have no yet died

They crawl out of my mouth and into the sink

Oh my, I wonder. What would my mother think?

 You shouldn’t be here, I whisper to them softly

But how could we ever leave you? They swiftly reply.

We live within your veins…

Without us you’ll die.

I get it I say as I rip them away

And wash them down the drain

They think they can just control my brain.

Get out of me, I think.

Get out of my nose, my ears and clothes

Why won’t you go down the sink?

 I don’t even have time to explain myself

Or kiss my mother goodbye.

But these bugs are swarming and attacking me

If I don’t leave now I’ll die.

I don’t know where I’m going nor which path I’ll take.

But I know I must go very far, for I’m very ill and sick…

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My Stallion

You were my stallion

My Music, my butter and bread

And I was your muse

In love with your head

 Two artists in love

Always lost and confused

But wild and happy,

Fascinated and amused

 We are quite unique indeed

Each in our own wonderful ways

You helped to set me free

Don’t shave your legs if you don’t want you would say

Don’t worry, relax you don’t need to comb your hair

Your perfectly beautiful in whatever you wear

You made me feel alive with your wonderful ways

You painted my soul with radio waves

 I guided your hand with every stroke

You poured me a million and one glasses of milk

We played, we laughed, we cried, we screamed

You were my world

I loved you and you loved me

 But one strange day

I threw it all away

You, the brushes and the bed where we used to lay

I pushed you down the stairs

Made your lungs go flat

I am a shape shifter who became a dirty rat

And when I finally came back to have a chat

You had already disappeared

Come back I yell, Come back

But I haven’t seen you yet and I’m afraid I wont

And now I begin to feel a lump inside my throat

 Your heart was my sacred room

An ocean that wildly roared

A place of meditation to which I have burned down all the doors

 I’m afraid those days with you are gone

When you were once mine

But my, my, my,

With you,

Life was so divine

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Paper Planes 

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What a babe.

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Soul Train

A train carries a few souls

Across mountains and through the woods

And it too carries their bodies to an alternate world

To a hidden temple far from home

Where the bodies are separated from the souls

They split off into different rooms

The monks guide the souls

To the bath house

Where we soak the minds into baths of renewal

And they go through seminars on living

The guards take the bodies

To a little yellow gate

Where he opens it up and tells them to wait

They are simply cases for souls

They have no concept of time or space

They mustn’t move

Just sit and wait

But the souls take their time

And wine and dine

While the bodies are cleaned from their own grime

And eventually they are filled with the same old souls

And once revived they are sent back to our world.

We take them back with tears in our eyes

We thought we’d lost those people

And devastated we were

But they came back,

They’re time wasn’t up

It must have just been a little mix up.

But they hardly know where these souls go

Only the ones who leave could ever know.

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Puffin that Jellyfish Smoke.

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Trapped

An old man sitting in a rocking chair in an empty room

The floor creaks as he reclines in the heavy silence

Paint begins leaking from the corners of his mouth

Dripping from his ears

Oozing from his glazed over eyes

Running down his arms and legs

And dripping onto the floor

He feels no pain

The man is suddenly frozen

The paint that was splashing about stops instantaneously

Droplets are trapped in mid-air

Time has stopped

A young women walks through the door

She pries open the mouth of the old man

And dips her paint brush in his mouth

Which is filled to the brim

Whirling with an array of colors

She swirls the colors around with her brush

And begins dragging its bristles

Along the blank white walls of the room

Not knowing what she is creating

She smears different colors about

Designing this world that she has created

But this world is nothing but a canvas

Which she has trapped herself in

An empty world

Filled with faceless people

Saying words that do not form sentences

Words that cannot be defined

This is a world where no one dares to enter

For fear of being trapped

For they do not know what art is

And yet

The young women remains

Forever instilled in her own painting

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