FALLING
Falling
Slow Old Dying
Drowning Crying
Falling Nowhere
Nothing
Spying Stealing Lying
Giving Up
Putting Off
Disappointment
Not Knowing
Falling
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FALLING
Falling
Slow Old Dying
Drowning Crying
Falling Nowhere
Nothing
Spying Stealing Lying
Giving Up
Putting Off
Disappointment
Not Knowing
Falling
v.
Write SOMETHING every day!
In the year 3000 my birthday will be on a Friday
I'm taking that day off.
Winnemucca.
The detour changed out way That day we drove into Winnemucca
You were the first to notice the elk In the front yard of the hotel/bar
I rode happily on it's back, into a snapshot It had primer and a bondo scar But the antlers were real
The detour let us stretch It gave my foot a rest Accelerator, huminator
Then we were off, on our quest
Leaving Winnemucca behind.
V.
I lost them
when I failed
to follow
their interest.
Back to being still at it ! Anxiety and panic has
won it’s war with my pen.
I’m trying to write something
ANYTHING at least once a day
hopefully more
I will write as fast as I can
no re-write just the raw ingredients
of my soul.
Still trying to be committed. Just write anything..ANYTHING!
Back to being still at it ! Anxiety and panic has
won it's war with my pen.
I'm trying to write something
ANYTHING at least once a day
hopefully more
I will write as fast as I can
no re-write just the raw ingredients
of my soul.
fILtH
the smell of your smoke makes me think of the bricks water stained and gray they were always cold and dead haunting my nights
the WWII bed with its chipped paint it's character was defiance filthy mattress on worn out springs in the room of horror the thick smell of decay
where I lay
I've died a thousand times for you.
v.
THE RES-IGNATION OF NOVEMBER
I fear the unknown Advance toward gnashing teeth
A grinding of who I am My pieces marched over and forgotten
You sweetly open old wounds Smile and it's great to see you
Excuse me for feeling alone And afraid
Oh how I dread thinking of you And how I smile when I do
My logic is my therapy
If I could just tell you Come out of this shell Break free and breath For the first time
But I cannot grasp my actions Feelings that change me from RED to blue
I've no control of wandering thoughts or thinking of you
And then I heard your name In the south spring wind
Exiled to this prairie ocean Watching the grain sway
Your breath on my neck Driving my solitude to madness
v.
I want to paint you in watercolors.
Until nothing is left but you
dripping with paint
.
CARESS
Peal bug eating a watermelon Slips down to the ground Swimming in melon juice Doing the back stroke, until he drowns.
Humbly laughing at the sound Don't really care as the sound goes round Smile and say "I see your point," Even though I don't.
Reach into my pocket Pull out a handful of earth Find a new quarter-dollar Man what's, that worth?
I've never been to Delaware And I don't really care if it was the first Because they don't have mountains I'm really into the earth.
No boats or planes to take off or sail I'd rather sort mail to somebody who doesn't live here anymore He is probably now in jail.
I've washed my hands, but the fish is still there Fish don't have feelings so they don't care That's why it doesn't bother me to kill them And watch.
They seem so damn shiny Like aqua-blue gloss
I bet it's so great to swim without light When you go down deep there is nothing but night Feel the warm caress, the pressure, the press Close your eyes now there is no more stress And drowning in darkness is as good as it gets.
v.
PUDDINGS BOOK OF RECORDS
Pudding is a girl I met in Black Water Bayou, Mississippi. Pudding kept a book of the dead in and around Black Water. It was this that I met her while fueling up my van on a cross-country drive, that she allowed me to look into her book of death. Years later I wrote about that contact in my life, my early days. My days in the van.
Puddings Book Of Records.
Pudding: This old book Pudding: I wish never to open you, to take a look Pudding: And now because of you, I have to
Pudding: Oh to see the dates of when they met Pudding: To read of Love or a first Kiss Pudding: And watch the branches watch them grow Pudding: With lovers sailing into the unknown
Pudding: Yes, because of you, we look at the past Pudding: And oh! How the time has gone by so fast Pudding: And every line I have written with great care Pudding: Of the Weddings, and Births, Life and Death you know.
Pudding: I see a tear wash down your check Pudding: Careful now or this old ink will streak Pudding: We caint have that in case someone is to have a look Pudding: And they may someday see Your name Pudding: In my book Pudding: Of good-bye's
true that v.
AROUND CAPE HORN
The morning finally came I earned my Gold Ring I've finally counted off the dream Celebrating on my own Thinking of Friends I have known.
As I switch to starboard tack Time to reflect My mind traveler's back To all that I've done and seen Like sailing once around Caledonia With the Queen.
And now on this special day Below the 40's Left Ear to the Land I push the Gold Ring through As the Cape glides by.
Life is not over yet.
v.
PReSsuRE
bearing down on me I cant see like the air I breath
Crashing hard and strong a wave large and long only a minute
and it washes over me
and the feeling is gone.
v.
RAGE !
Here there is rage Unspoken Quiet and building Fighting to stay in Fighting to get out
Here there is rage Constant And it never lets up Clouding my judgment Clouding my thoughts
Here there is rage Unstable Explosive and Flammable Impossible to extinguish Impossible to burn out
Here there is RAGE !
v.
10 posts!
FALLING
Falling
Slow Old Dying
Drowning Crying
Falling Nowhere
Nothing
Spying Stealing Lying
Giving Up
Putting Off
Disappointment
Not Knowing
Falling
v.
L-PAM 2.0 MILLIGRAM.
no one knows my thoughts no one knows my mind no one knows the darkness or secrets that I hide there is no direction like fish blazing silently through the sea then confusion takes over and that's all I need it gets the cycle rolling and never am I free from the darkness
v.