Valerie on the mic

My golden rules: be kind, do drugs, read, and create.

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I'm saddened I have to even do this, but I'm not interested in hiring ANYONE for any sort of commissioned pieces. I make all my own art.

If I want to buy art I'll find you. Don't find me. I'm just as broke as anyone likely reading this.

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I look up, from where I rest

Beneath a tree.

I close my eyes

And watch mottled light

Dance behind my eyelids

As the sun flows through

The leaves, down to me,

Like a river to the sea.

I sense the gentle heat

Tap dancing across

My smiling lips.

I think of you and then it happens.

Every color, even those

Unknown to summer,

Bubble and bob in my vision.

I need you to be here to see this...

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Title: untitled

Please be gentle

Be more gentle than I

For I seem unable

To keep my head dry

My heart skips

My eyes leak

A minute with you

Leaves me weak

If you want to

Share with me your days

I'll share with you

Each of the suns rays

Let's spin until

We're dizzy and lost

And commit to love

No matter the cost

I have my palms

Up and open, waiting

To feel your touch

On my skin, skating

For I seem unable

To keep my head dry

Please be gentle

Be more gentle than I.

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Title: Borrow Labor

Who will dig

The grave diggers

Final resting place?

Ahoo

Who will cure

The doctor's

Trembling hands?

Ahoo

Who will save

The begotten

From Gods grace?

Ahoo

Who will clean

The slate

With blood and sweat?

Ahoo

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Title: untitled

If I only had

One breath left

I'd use it

To call your name.

This ship -

May sink deep.

Blame hunger, or,

Its belly of lead.

The journey

Is the message -

The destination

A lucky mistake.

I have

Too much love;

No time

Given to chase.

With only

One breath left -

I'm using it

To call you to my side.

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Title: untitled

I want to taste

The dew,

The cold night air

Coalescing

Upon your lips.

I want to see

The morning,

Reflected back

To me

In your eyes.

I want to hold

The world at bay,

Locked, naked,

Fighting the dawn -

In each other's arms.

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Water won't wash away blood

And the sun won't warm her

The moments just blend together

She won't be coming home

 

You tried to save her

But fate is a raging river

That you can't fight

In time everyone drowns

 

Water won't wash away blood

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Title: Hex

There is no sunset

On those bathed in red,

There is no sunrise

On those clothed in white.

Praise the flesh

Stretch yourself thin,

Trace it with your

Wagging tongue.

A storm upon the horizon

Each raindrop

A devout prayer,

That you be gentle to us

When you break

Upon our yearning shore.

Praise the flesh

Stretch yourself thin,

Trace it with your

Wagging tongue.

There is no slumber

For those bathed in red,

There is no stirring

For those clothed in white.

There is no place

I would go without you,

No hell I would refuse

To rot, for us to reunite.

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Title: untitled

Why can I not have petals?

Why must I remain ignored,

Despite my blossoms

Pleading to be adored?

Why can I not be the pursued?

Why is it I exhaust myself,

Giving others the attention

I so desperately yearn for?

Am I really so crazy,

To want to feel dizzy with

Excitement and joy

When I see you walk through

Our front door?

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Practicing lighting, staging, composition, and editing.

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Title: untitled

There's no way

To inflict regret,

But I seem

To take what I can get.

I was a mere mote,

A probabilistic event.

I cannot commit,

Despite earnest attempts.

I always prayed

Before I caved and wept,

That this time

I'd have no regrets.

Make me swear,

On my father's grave

That my soul

I'll try to save.

No love this time,

Only regret.

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Title: untitled

How did we get here?

I ask myself nearly

Every time I open my eyes

And drink in the world before me.

To think the same sun that

Warms my puffy cheeks

Is the same light that

Illuminates a bird dying far from home.

How did I make it this far?

I ask myself every day

As I roll out of the nest

I have made for myself on my bed.

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Title: untitled

I think I cannot decide

What I like best.

There is so much to choose,

And so much more to hate.

I tried being vulnerable,

Opened my chest and exposed

My brittle lungs doing their best.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I cannot hear them calling me back,

Into the fold, where I am safe and small.

How can I learn to give less

Of myself up

When no one asked for me on a plate?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Am I the predators that preyed

Upon my virgin flesh?

Or am I the things

Projected on me,

By those who hate themselves?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

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Title: untitled

I guess I made myself small,

So that I could fit in your pocket.

So it goes - so they say -

My heart remained too big for me to fit.

If only we had a little more time,

I might find comfort in your absence.

I did not know I could love this much;

Now that you're gone I wish I could forget.

I need to hold onto the pieces that remain,

Despite their edges which cut and burrow.

Nothing to stop me from walking

Into the sun, yet here in shadow I remain.

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Title: Traitor Prometheus

He gave us the designs

For the gallows

We would eventually sway from.

Told us fire would

Give our shivering flesh

The warmth it longed for.

But fire comes

In many forms, and has

Many countless names.

The bullet, the bomb,

The gas used to succumb,

All fire in a different costume.

The same morphine

That kills the pain of war,

Will wage war against the soul.

Fire comes often as a comfort:

Leaves soaked in blood and soot,

Beneath it's beguiling eyes.

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Title: Socratic Dialogue to Brimstone

Ah, I see

They've restrained you

So sorry, formalities

But you're such a danger

A threat to yourself

A menace to society

A black dog on a wedding day

A spider that refuses to trap

Not too tight,

I take it then?

Many feel a sense of comfort

In relinquishing control.

A dose too large

A venom too quick

A shadow dancing in the sun

A noose too long

An egg of hope

Cracked by stony fingers

As the yolk of dreams

Slides off the platter to the earth

I think I might like to know you

I think I might like to be destroyed by you

I think I might like to become one with you

I think I might like to love another

As I love myself

The gloved hand

Velvet and white

Four digits on each

With a thumb apiece

The first caress

On salted cheeks

Wiping away

The things I want to be

There is blood on the walls

And between the floorboards

Seeping through,

To the elderly woman living beneath me

I no longer have fear,

With regards to me

Instead I abhor

All that cut off pieces of me

They ate of my body

Drank from my dreams

Bathed in my sweat

Clothed in shapes of me

In the morning I'll be free

Somewhere that I'll never find me

A piece here, a limb there

Darkness of soil, hiding history

Who am I here?

Predator?

Prey?

Devil's advocate doing the devil's work?

The stone, unmoved, replied,

"Fire is the trial,

Soot the verdict."

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Title: untitled

I have fallen, once more.

From the shade, underneath a willow

I turn my face towards the sun;

When a familiar warmth

Runs its course down

My sallow and sunken cheeks.

These tears bear a lifetime of memories,

So, easily they flow.

Every kiss stolen,

Each bruise,

All the hungers left unsatiated,

My thirsts that made greed blush,

Carried by each salted drop.

A world revealed, only to be hidden

Behind garden walls and honeysuckle.

An easy paradise, for a difficult cost.

All one must do is give their light

To the machinations of the dark,

How can I part with

The only thing that was ever mine,

My sacral heart?

So here I watch,

The setting of the sun.

No more tears, the time has come

To carry on.

And so, this golem rises back

To its unsteady feet.

What magic awaits in water and earth,

That can transform the shattered

And bring the disparate whole.

Once more, towards the horizon

Until my shadows fall behind me,

And ruin begins anew.