Isolation Art.
Song that I teased will be posted soon; In the meantime have a gander at some of my visual art.
Today's Document
The Bowery Presents
almost home
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
taylor price

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
YOU ARE THE REASON
d e v o n

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith

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Product Placement

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Isolation Art.
Song that I teased will be posted soon; In the meantime have a gander at some of my visual art.
Written about a song I wrote. Will post me singing the song soon.
This song is about loss. My grandpa died this year, two days after my eighteenth birthday. Leaving me with nothing but his possessions. One of which being his wedding ring, which was going to be my eighteenth birthday gift if I had gone to see him at all. This song is the tragedy of losing someone to death or just losing them because of circumstances in general. However this song isn't about them, it's about me, the pain I’ve felt because people have left and how desperately I don't want to cause the same pain when I'm eventually the next one to go away. Along with that there's that feeling of course of not wanting to be so close to people, so that you don't hurt them, but throughout the course of this song theres that realization that people are going to love you whether or not you let them.
I've gone through so much here. So i'm going to leave this little ode here for you all so that part of me can stay in this auditorium forever. The part that is so intrinsically human, the part that makes you remember and care for people even in death.
So, I just want to say thank you to my grandpa because he was a beautiful human being. And thank you to all of you for listening.
I am unsure of how this will turn out!! But I really wanted to show how my voice would say my poetry. It gives much more clarity to the way I write: abruptly! This is me reading the last poem I posted, let me know if the audio is weird, or if this is something ya’ll want more of! Thanks :)
(This was hard to put on tumblr haha)
Pattern,
By me
Pattern
1(on1e) a...m.
Your m(i)nd works...
1In beautiful ways
Ignore them!
Be selfish!
I want to see your best side!
Oh no.
Over slowing down again.
Off your rocker.
Everything they said they couldnt give you, is now given to everyone else, now,
How does that make you-
Th(3)ee Am.
Your body (works,
In) beautiful w3ys...
Listen to me/
You can be selfish,,
But dont get greedy/
Ah.
Astutely time.
Actually wait-
And after all that they lied to you, can you forgive them, after they took so much,
Feel how make-
It is (0)time
Call me fruit for I am a fly.
S i t, la y, al l i do al l d ay.
St u ck. Trap p ed, i h av e lau ghed.
Cr i ed. F e lt ho w i fee l in s i de.
i mi s s you a i r, forg ot yo u. Y ou w er e so fa i r.
Did you think I could love a water fowel?
I am unable to soak up your feelings like some sort of towel.
So young, so naive,
I would have considered you, if you had let me breathe.
Directions.
Scream for an hour,
Doing so now shows
Power- slower.
Scream for two hours
Doing this wows the
Flowers- cowards.
Your wax fills an empty jar.
After all-
You needed emptiness to go this far.
I do not love you I cannot love you after all that has happened to me you are too new to make me swoon.
That feeling in your stomach.
!
Has it been so long.
?
I do not love you- I cannot after all.
.
But I am feeling something worth feeling.
!
Flatline, an Inverse.
A conversation that is meant to be had is pinning me to the ground, a thousand needles in my left most cavity, sickly making my mouth taste metal mirrors, why why why why why why why why, tell me, need to know, cannot show my divine love for you when my recess is resetting, knowing no words will, no words will, can, fix, I know why why why, she flies, need to see the world need to b r e a t h e, how am I so trapped, I do not often let myself be trapped, I am not trapped, but trapped now I am, I am, being, bring my being beyond baffling beats, boring boxes bowing my bond, why, why, how, not why, it is a when, how when why did my left most, left most, left mo, heart, my HEART, become so.... full of....... You.
My mushroom myth. 2/2.
My mushroom myth. 1/2.
I wrote a myth about mushrooms. I am unsure of how to post it as it is quite long. I may post it in parts over the course of a few days? So be ready for that!
Flinch
Can you stare down the
Barrel when youre
Scared youll
Flinch?
Perhaps cohort your
Ideals to make
Them satisfy
The finch.
Do you really take me as
more than human who
Could not be
Drained?
Your fools prognosis
To smother the pain
Falling apart
With Pills.
Did it occur to your phd
That all I needed
Was those
Thrills?
How can I be so empty after getting everything I wanted?
Could I have forgotten who I am...?
Hidden
I know now you are
an endangered sea shell.
I hid you when I realized.
You were in my room before,
now you are smuggled away.
I had learned you were
not supposed to be here,
rather in the water where you belong.
I promise I did not know.
So why now must you haunt
me when I look at you.
You used to be so pretty,
I just cant sea you the same.
Read. Slow-
Half a breath,
bated,
yet batted away
by some-
Feeling of inability.
A sluggish movement,
Rolling your tongue in your lips.
Taste the day old feeling of- needing me.
Half the breath you took-
Still allows you to smell.
Specifically it is. stale.
The moss that is growing
on your bones,
Forces you-
a glance over.
Clockwise-
It is clockwise,
the way you roll your tongue.
It tastes salty.
Does life require,
a mirror to see,
Its own-
Slow rolling tears?
At least move for-
Your own want to cry.
Fini-
Sh. It.