GossamerPerhaps she knew what I meant when I mentioned headaches whispers scrawled in marker across a bare breast and spirals of toxic smoke wafting upwards twisting into a gossamer necklace for Isis. I don't know if I made myself clear. What I meant was-- No, one can never really explain how apathy can sound like rain and weigh like water, and saying goodbye is easy after one sprinkle-covered ice cream cone.Gossamer
Materialism ExaminedNeatly folded inside my closet tucked away on theMaterialism Examined
top shelf to the left, beside empty shoe boxes sits a red, lacy shirt,
coated with white polka dots and shirred with elastic. I would never wear it. It's not mine. It's merely a memory of angry words pleading and goodbyes left unspoken.
Draped across my twin-sized bed lies a downy comforter, soft and luxurious in its tea-leaf simplicity. It's an attempt at a new beginning, a green tincture of hope, a talisman of sorts against the familiar,
specific chill
Ode to CobainI laced up my red hi-tops went outside, went back in wrote my stories about absolutely everything. The sun was so bright beating down dry heat and the traffic stayed at a low hum.Ode to Cobain
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “What the hell do you want me to say?”
You live under a bridge and when it rains the muggy heat stirs the weeds and tar while we sit and talk about the things we’re not supposed to say.
Poem of My LoveQuincee the fair all decked with a face, a tragic look and a volume-case, carress the winds and spark the lyre I’ll send my kisses through the wire, to a Saturn-grape banquet, a planet of rings, and weddings in secretPoem of My Love
among other things, to where you reside in a far distant splash in the lake of my soul where I’ll find you at last, you might swirl in harsh beakers and burn books alive or maybe we’ll kiss in experiment life.
Realist BlockWhy in this joint? What’s the point? The instructions state Anytime I can escape, And yet, I’m just as dumb As a pet rock to stay numb Until that last moment comes That I knew was the only one.Realist Block
Everything up to now was playtime, Annoying my supports to pay no mind To whatever calls for help underneath All my antics, them slowly killing me.
Only now near the end does it show That letting go brings a new tomorrow But revelations near the finish line Are as useless as lemon without lime.
How long I have remains a debate,
Somebody Check My Brain
Optimism
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~William Faulkner
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I'm glad it reminds you of memories you've had
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~William Faulkner
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~William Faulkner
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~William Faulkner
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"Another million hours left to think of you and think that" -Tegan and Sara
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