all that’s left to do is all that’s left to do. all of us fall all and all. why are you lighting that cigarette I haven’t even told you yet. sky heave and render my heart elegant. stop looking at me like that i haven’t even told you yet its a surprise. there are tearsContinue reading “sex Scandalbombshell”
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avant-garde hangover
You run, nude, studded with splinters Hair that is finespun and sunkissed Cascading down the gentle slopes of your shoulders Secret, cold, and available A man loves a woman he never touches. A beauty that has been complicated And deferred. Poetic insult in the Small hours of the morning. attempts at out-and-out performative prostration. IdolatryContinue reading “avant-garde hangover”
let love in
Sometimes i cant write anything Only feel what i want to write Thinking about what might have been What could be Trying to bend words and phrases Towards making my feelings known to you forsaking language altogether Its shortcomings, its failures How could i use something as grotesque as language To describe you Language, whichContinue reading “let love in”
Threnos
Suddenly life was there Enveloping, warm, bright, the comfort of living and loving filling and riddling my body with pangs of pleasure All it took was seeing you your smile Your eyes, full of tenderness that is older than you You are mother and infant, nature’s beauty into flesh even the passing thought of youContinue reading “Threnos”
Memory and Dream and Encounter
I’ve been thinking about you for awhile Days and nights spent in the unrelenting prison of your memory, A time when i considered every text you sent scripture A time when a single thought of you could derail my week Well, time is so sweet once it’s been expired And unnoticeable when its happening aroundContinue reading “Memory and Dream and Encounter”
threnody for the victims of michel foucault
Hastily Why so hastily Friendship, forged in love Hastily tossed away I feel as though we were never friends Waking dreams of a life with you A life that is more than a little unlikely To have you might as well be impossible But in my day-dream you are with me Nuzzling your rosy cheeksContinue reading “threnody for the victims of michel foucault”
mfs read deleuze once and think they a cat (*´艸`*)
I’m empty Have you ever felt so empty, so hollowed out, you can no longer remember what was supposed to fit inside you Do you understand. Do you. You couldn’t. You’ve never felt like this. Never had to lie about it either. Do you ever look up at the ceiling and see yourself hanging fromContinue reading “mfs read deleuze once and think they a cat (*´艸`*)”
Missed Opportunity
Black hair, sifted through my fingertips Your dark eyes, meeting mine for the first time Muscling in green clad love and rocks Seabirds and saltiness stain our spirits Which laugh in unison at the Absurd, glorious choking and loveliness Of life and how well-spent Bend time in two, fold and rend Until the sea overtakesContinue reading “Missed Opportunity”
Something more despondent
Originally posted on An Artist Formerly Known as Shopping Cart Engineer:
The most regret a person can experience is when lamenting lost potential. I’m horrified by it every waking moment of every day. I stand petrified by it, the looming specter of my failure inching closer every with every second that passes without me working…
paglia type beat
“What counts as art, or good art, or beautiful, is a subjective matter of one’s own preferences.” If this statement were true, then art and beauty would cease to exist, their value tantamount to refuse. Art, and good art especially, is a reflection of the artist’s lived experiences and trauma. This truth is where manyContinue reading “paglia type beat”