Zolaisms

[creatingaquietmind-deactivated2]

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

S.E. Hinton (via dilanibala)

[amandissolved-deactivated202202]

Fuck.

[501nive]

amandissolved:

fuck.

fuck.

fuck.

fuck.

[marjoriezola]

Fuck.

[marjoriezola]

No, he does not

want to roll out

of bed. It’s a

safe coccoon of

warmth, not ready

for the icy chill

that awaits,

day after day.

[marjoriezola]

uncontrollable thoughts gushing out without a dam or levee to block emotions in an uncontrollable pace racing through, a spew of rubbish coming out, mixed in with gold dust and what nots, things you put in, time and time again, added to the boiling tar within, no way to stop or slow down, endless buggies at a railroad crossing stop now

[marjoriezola]

whiskey warm seeps through

soon the tunnels begin to glow

slow down start spinning

[marjoriezola]

This is it, the last time,

so bittersweet, like what just

went down my throat,

so warm, it makes me moody,

i look out, a man

bobbing from side to side,

the room tense, should I hide?

i’m looking straight on, thinking,

BB looks up to the left,

they’ve studied him, not me,

I’m done, I get up to leave.

[marjoriezola]

you walk you talk

to the walls

you mop you stop

the heavy rains

you keel you feel

the heat within

you bake you rake

the leaves away

[marjoriezola]

tentacular pulse

what is my elixir?

I ask and ask again

here’s what I want

not too big

in rococococo

give me my elixir

have you figured it out?

to make things better

what color you ask

I say to you

shades of blue and green

and grey’s and what nots

like a box of crayons

the waxy smell

we can do without

instead we’ll infuse it

with gardenia and jasmine

real hydrangeas in vases

a giant shag rug here

a persian one there

a chaise by the window

the balcony door open

glittering cityscape outside

distant noises of life below

a glass carafe

with crystal clear water

so have you found it?

this elixir

I’m still looking

[marjoriezola]

grey

it’s June,

she leaves,

summer drags on,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

July,

he leaves,

more dragging in the heat,

August,

she leaves again,

he leaves for good,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

September,

another one leaves,

we’re left behind,

waiting waiting waiting,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

no room to pause,

not then,

but now,

no time to stop,

onward, full speed,

no coming back to this,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

grey,

hopes of bursts of orange,

but mostly just grey,

I too shall take that step,

into the bursts of orange.

[marjoriezola]

Intoxicating Stink

Overflowing with milk tetra packets, garlands of wilted jasmine and marigold, Rotting banana peels, mixed in with decaying food matter, Swarms of flies and mosquitoes around, two crows, picking out scraps, A mangy flea-infested dog with half a tail, sniffing around, It reeks, it slowly makes its way up your nose, Then reaches down and yanks your guts out, The stench taking over your body, that pungent, moist, nastiness, That revolting, foul foul odor, intoxicates you while burning your insides, It’s hideous and repulsive, and makes your stomach turn, But there’s something sweet, warm, something familiar- I’m home.

[marjoriezola]

Like a wave trying to escape, But is pulled back into the deep dark ocean Over and over again, a little further Each time, lapping at the sand, Yearning for more, leaving a little residue, But the same fate awaits. Perhaps it’s what’s meant to be, Or one day, instead of only pools of water, The wave will make a crashing leap, onto the sand, And continue on, glancing back, onto eternity… (Unless the current is so strong that the wave just gets sucked back into the scary, scary, black, murky depths of the ocean.)

[marjoriezola]

I see spots and squigglies floating around in front of me.

Reminding me of some type of ultra sound image.

I think they might be alive.

But they don't come out everyday.