Lace and Paper

The mixed musings of a thoughtful mind

edwardspoonhands:

dreamerinthetardis:

SciShow episode where the title is a deep profound question and when the episode starts Hank just shrugs and goes “I don’t know”, then the episode ends.

Next April 1st.

Gas Prices Skyrocket

laceandpaper:

He bluffed, “It’s the cheapest you’ll find a vintage sports car.”

She huffed, “It looks rather new for a vintage sports car.”

Love for the ages: soft, steady, slow, and sweet, or a

flame: fast, beautiful, and deadly, like a vintage sports car.

Pulling off her shirt she felt revealed, reviled, repulsive,

telling herself it’s not trashy if you do it in a vintage sports car.

Cherry red, blood red, red wood. Scattered under moonlight.

On the accident report they called it a vintage sports car.

Heaven forbid honesty! Hide your feelings, your secrets,

undercover. Like in the driveway, a vintage sports car.

Status symbols: a Rolex watch, a million bucks, a

yacht in the bay. Trade your wife for a vintage sports car.

The past thrown away, left to rot and not be remembered.

Left to decompose in a junkyard next to a vintage sports car.

Lost, lonely, loveless? Ditch the club, forget online dating.

One thing that can never leave you: A vintage sports car.

To escape your problems you must run far away.

My suggestion? Zero to sixty in a vintage sports car.

A gold-digging robbery! Get away with his money, his heart,

a license plate reading RAY-RAY on a vintage sports car.

Sunset Over Atlantic

laceandpaper:

The tan line on my ring finger has faded,

just another reminder of the time we’ve lost

since that day at the beach when my ring

washed away with the tide. We couldn’t afford

to replace it. Maybe I should have taken that as

a sign.

Loitering

laceandpaper:

Smoke curls from the ashen tip

of a long-lit cigarette on a moonless night

The streetlamp light arcs through the rain

tiny diamonds disappearing to dust

He breathes out death, lungs burning

one more light will make it okay,

further from the end, another hour

for the pain to fade a little.

Smoke disappears like the rain in the

navy air, and yet the cool ice of her eyes

is all the more vivid in his empty mind.

 

The Boy That Never Was

laceandpaper:

There’s a candle in my window for

the boy who never was.

It flickers just as brightly as

the laughter in his eyes. The warmth

inside his heart is matched by nothing

but the flame, and the tiny drips

of melted wax, intricate as his mind.

The candle burns to mourn this boy,

the one I could have loved.

He may have lived - this boy, indeed.

But mine he never was.

laceandpaper:

In the Snow - prismacolor pencil and whiteout on paper

laceandpaper:

In the Snow - prismacolor pencil and whiteout on paper

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

laceandpaper:

Before our first date you bought me white lilies. I guessed
you didn’t know the symbolism. But as the two of us become one
for the who-knows-what time – you, deep inside me and I,
clenched tight around you – I wonder if you did. Sometimes I feel
as if we have become dead together. Your burning skin pressed against
me, answering my need, no longer smells like cinnamon, only sweat.
As your lips caress my collarbone, my breast, my navel you
no longer taste strawberry, only salt. This four-story apartment building,
box-shaped and bland, no longer is a stepping stone to a better life,
but just another reminder of how our plans fell through. I remember
the lilies as your hands squeeze my aching flesh, too warm for a
corpse. The sun rises and the birds chirp and I convince myself that we
are not yet dead. Even if that sun has long faded our yellow curtains.
Even if we hardly speak. Even if you no longer call me liebe, though 
we still make love. Even if your touch is the only thing I’m still living for.

To Tokyo, With Love

laceandpaper:

Long lost lover living out

of sight, out of mind. I find myself

forgetting how it was to lay

eyes upon you, to lay beside

the water, to feel the soft caress

of your whispered words on my

waiting ear. Lover half a world away,

I no longer remember the sharp

glint of your smile, the sensuous

depth of your laughter. All I remember

Is your impossible perfection. Absence

makes the heart grow ill, poisons

memories to be larger than

love. Stay away lover, I fear

you’ll rob me of my love for your

image. I have broken a commandment;

I idolize your memory above you.

The Boy That Never Was

laceandpaper:

There’s a candle in my window for

the boy who never was.

It flickers just as brightly as

the laughter in his eyes. The warmth

inside his heart is matched by nothing

but the flame, and the tiny drips

of melted wax, intricate as his mind.

The candle burns to mourn this boy,

the one I could have loved.

He may have lived - this boy, indeed.

But mine he never was.

laceandpaper:

Lone Tree - Rachel Schneider
Medium: 
Calligraphy pens on paper

laceandpaper:

Lone Tree - Rachel Schneider

Medium: 

Calligraphy pens on paper

laceandpaper:

New Years Eve - Rachel Schneider
Medium:
Prismacolor Pencils and Sharpie on Paper

laceandpaper:

New Years Eve - Rachel Schneider

Medium:

Prismacolor Pencils and Sharpie on Paper

laceandpaper:

Glass Bottle Wrapped in Cloth - Rachel Schneider
Medium:
Graphite on Bristol Paper

laceandpaper:

Glass Bottle Wrapped in Cloth - Rachel Schneider

Medium:

Graphite on Bristol Paper