My life is much like the palette of an artist who has surely made a mess of it - it, per se, is some form of a work of art; however, so few would ever see it and even fewer would ever see it in this way. Therefore, what is left to critque is merely my lack of being a wordsmith. Writing is my learning ground and I rarely if ever clean my palette because I do like its murkiness. As I involve myself to paint in writing or in visual art, I have not once been satisfied with  a solitary stroke. I am always building something grand, but it will take some time to finish it. This early exposure is for the one visitor who struggles to write and who thinks it has to be a ONE STROKE MASTERPIECE - NO, IT DOESN'T.

“Reaching” (rough 6) I'm breaking things apart to give a gist of its meaning

Soaking heart – collecting everything disruptive from everyone in my life
A conglomerate tatter – becoming a muddy palette
An entangling spectrum – so much stress and filling up of hatred
Heaping evil catharsis – no one listens who is capable of relieving my heart
A letting of emotion, but, to – still, I just keep pouring it out
Battered eerie channels – but the ones listening are not listening really

Collecting every odd, passion, or pain, – the hell of it keeps coming
The curse is dank – it is a lot – it becomes a great a forceful hell

> a cascading deluge setting ruin) – it begins to make major changes in my life

To understand, to undergo, to – I'm fighting back by trying to accept what I cannot change
Be open to – receiving it … it all – I'm fighting back by trying to accept what I cannot change
Angry drools – even my own – my airing – others still disrespect me and I begin to cave a little
Mouths spilling rapids – others fully insult my existence mind body and soul
Rivers gushing hyper-(insensitivity) – others are very callused and lacking empathy
Carelessly, they watch – Opposing me … – even though they see me unhappy they continue
Sinking, thrashing, and – I'm yelling for help, but to def ears

> through the chilled blurry currents, my tears did so come – I felt their warmth –
the brief solitude and comfort they were, as my body did so suffer) – it all becomes a huge mess of things that are indistinguishable from within our gathering

Drowning – it is far too little to sustain my happiness and I have to leave

Written By Darkest Angel
Written February 26, 2017

“Reaching”
(rough 5, i think i like it) 

Soaking heart –
A conglomerate tatter –
An entangling spectrum –
Heaping evil catharsis –
A letting of emotion, but, to
Battered eerie channels

Collecting every odd, passion, or pain,
The curse is dank – it is a lot

    > a cascading deluge setting ruin)

To understand, to undergo, to
Be open to – receiving it … it all
Angry drools – even my own – my airing
Mouths spilling rapids
Rivers gushing hyper-(insensitivity)
Carelessly, they watch – Opposing me …
Sinking, thrashing, and

    > through the chilled blurry currents, my tears did so come – I felt their
    warmth – the brief solitude and comfort they were, as my body did so suffer)
 
Drowning
 

Written By Darkest Angel 
Written February 26, 2017

Reaching (rough)

Turbulence
conglomeration
An entangled spectrum
deficient catharsis purging
Purging out onto, but, to
dry channels

Against every odd, passion, or pain
Their curse is wet – it is a lot
To understand, and, to undergo, to
Be open – receiving it … it all
So with, the casts anguish
More airing disgusts

The mouth can form words
If words could become what spoken
How cautious you should be
Watching me fill my space too high
Opposing me while I'm
Drowning

Written By Darkest Angel
Written February 26, 2017

Reaching (rough 2)

Withstanding turbulence
My heart turns conglomeration –
An entangled spectrum
deflected cathartic purge –
My liquidation of, but, to
dry channels

Against every odd, passion, or pain,
Their curse is dank – it is a lot

> a cascading deluge setting ruins)

To understand, and, to undergo, to
Be open to – receiving it … it all
Spattering in anguish – My
Airing of disgusts

Their mouths have formed the words
The words could become what spoken
Carelessly watching me –

> fill my space too high)

Opposing me while I'm
Drowning

Written By Darkest Angel
Written February 26, 2017

Reaching (rough 3)

Withstanding turbulence
My heart turns conglomeration –
An entangled spectrum
deflected cathartic purge –
My liquidation of, but, to
Eerie channels

Against every odd, passion, or pain,
Their curse is dank – it is a lot

> a cascading deluge setting ruins)

To understand, and, to undergo, to
Be open to – receiving it … it all
Spattered in anguish – My
Airing of disgusts

Their mouths spat rivers
The rivers are their words spoken
Carelessly, they're watching me –

> fill my space too high)

Opposing me while I'm sinking, flagging, and

> through the blurry currents)

Drowning

Written By Darkest Angel
Written February 26, 2017

“Reaching” (rough 4)

Withstanding turbulence
My heart turns conglomeration –
An entangled spectrum
deflected cathartic purge –
My liquidation of, but, to
Eerie channels

Against every odd, passion, or pain,
Their curse is dank – it is a lot

    > a cascading deluge setting ruins)

To understand, and, to undergo, to
Be open to – receiving it … it all
Spattered in anguish – My
Airing of disgusts

Their mouths spat rivers
The rivers are their words spoken
Carelessly, they're watching me –

    > fill my space too high)

Opposing me while I am sinking, flagging, and

    > through the chilled blurry currents, my tears did so come – I felt their warmth
my body did so suffer)

Drowning

Written By Darkest Angel
Written February 26, 2017