Nevryst

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sueno verde by Nevryst, literature

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sueno verde

Once I had a sueno verde in it we walked on the grass verde raindrops verde puddles verde leaves and verde glass in my green dream we wandered over dale and hill in my green dream your green eyes seemed so telling soft and enigmatic, distant, idiosyncratic lucid questioning and dreamy what a curious flowing feeling green to grey and freely flowing back again, your soul was showing for a moment, in the green! It fled upon sight, it's been flighty and flaky just like you when you agreed to meet me, from the blue and nearly passed out in my arms and vanished, with all of your charms and neurological narratives, barely alarme

lesson by Nevryst, literature

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lesson

All we're waiting on is you to traverse that gaping maw hopscotch through the murky mire of your self-doubt and your flaws you are indolent and stare as though I caught you unaware while all around the rain hums soothing deeply soothing puddles and the pale pink curtain flutters in the steely fragrant air bring it up to eye level, peer over the rim of your teacup twitchy spider in your coffee, drowning in your shit-black coffee still smells vigorous and burnt. Someday I'munna learn you a lesson, not a seminar on nuclear physics nor the crunch of cracking oil nor a mechanism involving vats of acrid acid fumes. It's not thermodynamic bu

ignore me, go softly to sleep by Nevryst, literature

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ignore me, go softly to sleep

Andrew, you're in a bind you tried to commit but they're not inclined toward patients or patience toward boys who protest the marketing ploys... Outside the window reeling drunks skateboard philosophers and streetpunks ride the shimmering concrete mirages dance beneath their feet; Andy you're ruining the spines of half-read books, unwritten lines meander through your drowsy mind between sunbeams hiding on your face the published papers in the fireplace the bourgeoisie has lefts its trace

have you left a quarter tip by Nevryst, literature

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have you left a quarter tip

MAKE ME DANCE I WANT TO SURRENDER to a waltz composed of Erhlich dyes lethal organisms wake wide-eyed glance around disintegrate alone I compose helical poems in a barstool lemon-smile pink and yellow flowers at my side All I'm waiting for is you… white powders dusting my fingers notes dissolving in microcrystalline lattices crawl into my skin oh if you touch me you can catch it too if you touch me you will smell the metallic earth beneath your feet it's catching and I am suggestible as the walking shadows on the street.

rainful frames by Nevryst, literature

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rainful frames

With ease infinity contained within a single sigh you raised your eyes to watch the migrants fly across the sloppy plaza with the police at their heels they scattered in their aprons and their tears… in Arizona stands an little barbed wire fence it's standing in the desert for our own defense the migrants try and offer work, survival, tips instead they take our healthcare; on the annular eclipse I stare into the violet sun's rim and I look away a Mexican face haloed in my cornea remains… the costumes may be singed but let's head together south to Rio from this pouring rain, a private train compartment through the windows

wax wings by Nevryst, literature

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wax wings

A vast and endless tideline said: prescience lies beyond the dock where water-striders fear to tread and algal blooms yawn to talk: There is no water to be had amongst protean flowers where caught among the lily pads live out your final hours. The dead sea shortcut caught us all by virulent surprise by green horizon on your face green shadows in your eyes No mechanism to trace these things… catch moths and bargain for wax wings. Evade Breughel's green-oiled sea to perch on cemetery tree between green foliage, recline and watch the earth and stars align.

in post-communique by Nevryst, literature

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in post-communique

Back in class I sat behind you paper snow caught in your hair the professor had to scold you, turned one-eighty in your chair. Leaning round to see the chalkboard I would huff and hush and glare while you plowed quite undeterred Cheshire grin, real debonair. Green eyes gazing in buret glass held enchantment for me then – your own sparkling blues asked questions I missed time and again. Well, two years I guess have wandered past in post-communiqué all the while we've meandered laughed once at a dim soiree. I suppose wavering bridges are our swing set, and the ice, full of silver lurid riches, comprises a complex d

favors bespoken by Nevryst, literature

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favors bespoken

"Just as in dreams when the night-swoon of sleep…" I cannot summon myself up to dream of meadows, lavender and asphodel between the winding mist of Lethe, steep a steaming cup of chloroform-laced tea. Delicate roses on a silver chain wind round my wrist in blue-white blooms the silver glistens in the morning light though it is night, ticking into the night. I grasp the lithe moth moth composed of light, solely light and nothing tangible I feel it brush my icy fingers, warmth and flooding grassy light stains my cold hands. A moth's wings paint crop circles in white sand, the ocean wails and welters, worries, winks and chee

All charges paid by Nevryst, literature

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All charges paid

"All charges paid, bloated, blue and putrescent, water draining out through both cold nostrils…" Concrete had been laid down before between the impenetrable wood and temperamental sea, which stood and lapped a placid sandy shore but now a patchwork gravel floor twisted ahead; pursued by wasps and unicorns and wingless ghosts chased by an unearthly host by buzzing and by dreadful noise we ran at last into the sea entered unto that secret keep: of swirling anemones and venomous whorling coral collarfishes, all colored fishes plants and protists, and the plankton phyto-green and thriving in shallow waters in the yellow sun d

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sueno verde by Nevryst, literature

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sueno verde

lesson by Nevryst, literature

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lesson

ignore me, go softly to sleep by Nevryst, literature

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ignore me, go softly to sleep

have you left a quarter tip by Nevryst, literature

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have you left a quarter tip

rainful frames by Nevryst, literature

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rainful frames

wax wings by Nevryst, literature

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wax wings

in post-communique by Nevryst, literature

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in post-communique

favors bespoken by Nevryst, literature

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favors bespoken

All charges paid by Nevryst, literature

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what the poets said by Nevryst, literature

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what the poets said

There is no order in modern life disarray, inherent to strife, pervades our homes, our streets our coffeecakes and gas receipts. The workdays drone, confusion reigns and every cubicle contains a lonely number of a soul on emaciated payroll. The films and novels prophesy a resolution - friends, they lie! There is no fingerprint on the knife and no order to modern life. This may be a relief because variety could give us pause to think, reflect, turn circumspect but friends, we shrug and we forget. There's purpose to be found in pause, in dwelling fondly on our flaws, in love, although, only the kind that leaves you dearly in

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About Nevryst

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Jan 9
United States
Deviant for 16 years

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My Bio

Current Residence: chicago
Favourite genre of music: indie, soft rock
Favourite photographer: S. M.
Wallpaper of choice: jellyfish, pre-cambrian
Favourite cartoon character: mad hatter

Favourite Visual Artist

artists are egocentric and pretentious bastards. I aspire to become one, one day.

Favourite Movies

EternalSunshine, Jarmusch, Depp/Burton. Wristcutters

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

belle & seb, magnetic fields

Favourite Writers

Heller, Kerouac, Auden, Vonnegut, Tolk., Twain, Zelazny, etc.

Favourite Games

alan wake, half life, portal

Tools of the Trade

fountain pen... and no ink. disappearing pens.

Other Interests

chemist/writer

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Nevryst

Feb 20, 2016

good lord, there are status updates on dA now? I have been away a long time.

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Nevryst

May 22, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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NEW a conceptual installation: picture this. Me. In my lab coat and goggles, standing in the lab and holding a syringe of PCl3 and deuterated water. I plunge the syringe into my vein. No, no, start again. Andy Lewis. Elegant, grey eyes and round glasses and ashy brown hair and crinkling brow, all, yes, with ripped jeans and grey sweater, fairly small frame, is Andy. He raises a hand, gestures to you, to the camera, and fade out. Then.... music. The kind we write with orgasmic longing as we stare into the screen and delve harmonic oscillations into our minds, sketching permutations of dandelion wine hungover dreams and aspirin and penicill

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Nevryst

Feb 12, 2011

WRITE ABOUT LOVE ANY TENSE

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Travel north until your skin is cold Put those lyrics from your mind and take a little dose about 20mg lorazepam shot of lemonade drowse through the bus ride throw your head into the shade wrap the softest scarf about your eyes dream of waking sweet surprise fingers drifting through your hair drag your head back just THERE arch and watch the scenery go past eat some lunch with me and laugh at the stumpy trees and sagebrush eighty years of crap cafes I pay for lunch I have my ways UNFINISHEEEEEEddd