The Bowery Presents
todays bird
Cosimo Galluzzi
Jimmy Eat World
Sade Olutola
Product Placement
Love Begins
roma★
hello vonnie
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
untitled
Kiana Khansmith
𓃗
ellievsbear
The Bright Sessions
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
One Nice Bug Per Day
d e v o n
blake kathryn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
seen from Germany
seen from South Africa
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Australia
seen from Vietnam
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Colombia
seen from Colombia
@lifein50-blog
on finding the sample
i've known love and i've known longing so i can say with certainty the smile on my face when i make the connection that this sound birthed that sound is one of love and happiness the journey long ends with a loop destination reached with 4/4 time to spare
on starting from below the bottom
nothing was the same but then again nothing should be when you've been in slow cooking in self-destruct a la mode recipe for multiple servings but a stew for one hard meal to swallow and even harder to sleep nights when the bed made is the bed scheduled for destruction
on palmerston late nights
between the lamps and the silver maple is ownership of the street and the night and anything worth owning at 2am on a saturday travelled lifetimes over five city blocks weaving three deep three speed flashing lights no brake lights or destination grown but no rush art in just being
on knowing her name
and even her name is beautiful... reminiscent of my favourite vinyl the way i insist it on my consciousness it reads like the feeling left behind by a poem i lauded but couldn’t fully remember save for a phrase or two speakeasy, a tonic when speech with her isnt easy
on eastern time mondays
the sun and clouds play tug of war with this hue of yellow across these walls and cubicles its toxic in my inability to relate to it to stand and look is basically to depart from here cube life leaves one muted no matter how loud your ringer volume is
on old songs and older feelings
she is the dj who plays just enough of a song you forgot you loved to make you run out and remember how you felt on that first listen and then does it again and again until you finally wonder why and when you forgot how to love at all
for dj mehdi
for guiding me down back streets during dark times for kicking it on canal street and parisian canals you scored eight million stories so i could escape mine no heart, but home had peace found space and place to fade away found solace in absence and peace in yours thanks
on sacral chakras and good karma
watching nag champa burn is like watching you enter like smoke you sway and saunter style and smile light up the room like glowing embers held conversation with your fragrance, deep chest puffed i’ll never pass on your essence lets inhale and avoid details even in absence your scent lingers
for an unknown unborn
i want to know what your first word would have been the curve in your smile the hang in your frown would you know love even though your parents didnt would you steal hearts like we stole moments your moments don't cry babygirl if you knew what i know
on sunnyside...
the boulevard presents sunnyside
we hug the lake
like we hold waistlines
and hug 125
beats per minute
the boardwalk and the breeze
speak to us
nights like this
should never end
but we’ll sleep
after i see
the sunnyside
of your face
and greet daylight
with a smile
as we hum
basslines home
on growing old with(out) you
16 year old me
would’ve written
sonnets
everytime
you captured and
subsequently
broke
my heart
at 22
peace treaties between us
would’ve declared
how much you care
how much I don't
and how wrong
we both were
now, age 30
we’re most beautiful
at our most brutal
alone together
on meeting writers in coffeeshops
macchiato on my conscious
between the french press
green summer dress
a need to impress
and being pressed for time
her leatherbound stopped
my westbound departure
storylines sketched out
a film noir
that i’m audience
and now leading man of
breakthrough role
falling victim to her
devices
character and plot
on breathing BK
she left for brooklyn
before he said hello
caught up in glances
blown chances
he passed on romance
now kicking rejected stones
down flatbush
to something he can build on
no sleep til cornerstones
display her initialss
real, estate
williamsburg
by way of canarsie
she be
most beautiful of brownstone
on making payments
she says she don’t love
like she used to
house money is gone
mortgage due
now she plays
to stay alive
stay ahead
paying the night
to stay awake
see the sun smile
and her son’s smile
twoface, no coin
engaging in heroics and villainy
with just cash and credit
on subway rides that shouldn't have ended
you remind me of a girl
that i once knew
or rather dreamt about
thought mixed with
passing scent and stance
adrift on memory bliss
pm dawn
brought my pm rush to a halt
track level
asking for assistance
half hour behind
but lightyears ahead
as we engage
hello miss
on round trips through flemingdon park
lost boys
find swag in stiff
school uniforms
pressed and starched
crisp fade fresh part
tight braids
they’ll sweat it out
either by sweating girls
in short skirts
or by slogging sixes
thirsty, they drink
experience
straight with no chaser
chasing the daylight home
to beat mother’s bite and bark
on attractive beachcombers
she sells sea shells
by the sea shore
said she was from Seychelles
left me tongue twisted
and tied trying to temper
my temptations
my approach was rather
david ruffin ‘round the edge
walking away from love
and walking into concession stands
cheering her commerce
for the shells she sells