inexhaustible

Writer, Artist, Thinker, Learner, Teacher, Lover You are free to make positive use of my work. A notice would be kind, but I do not require one. Sketches will often be posted in pencil: You may adopt them as your own. I would love to see recreations! Poetry and works will, more than likely, undergo revisions and additions over time. As a perfectly failing perfectionist, nothing is ever complete; however, I hope to spread my messages until perfection is attainable—transcendence. I am reaching out eternally! Take my hand. x

[boy-so-pale]

[432hzvibes]

what is the source of our misery? the darkness covering our history?

fragrant aromas streamlined into distinct frequencies –

with flickers of infinity in a realm of distortions

they sure buried us deep – unknowing we were seeds

even if we’re dead in the memories of the counterfeit gods –

the false immitators

we still carry the divine spark of the one and only infinite creator

[amazingawakening]

[ambivalentlyyours]

How do I protect myself from you, without becoming like you. I see you, I see who and how you are, I notice, even when I pretend not to. I suspect that you’re cruel because that is what they taught you. I feel for you. I feel everything all of the time, all of your feelings and all of mine. I feel it acutely, I feel, so you target me, and I let you. You hurt me over and over again, and some days I tell myself, no more, I’m done. I convince myself that I will push you away or drag you down or pull you apart. But I don’t. Because the pushing, the dragging, the pulling don’t bring me peace, they bring me further from who I am, and closer to you. Hurting you, hurts me, even when I hate you. I don’t want to forgive and forget. I want to forgive, but I want you to remember, I want you to think about it, I want it to bother you, I want you to care. But you don’t, so I do, someone has to feel, even when you choose not to.

[kiranese]

[432hzvibes]

from the cracks in the shadows

i rose

a wolf amongst sheep

trapped in the sorrow of the coldest streets

but i don’t know defeat

the night is my home

where i innovate the moon is my friend

the darkness of potential is my canvas where i dance with the devil for answers

my name is black

welcome to my home

[432hzvibes]

archonic wavelengths 

in our thousand deaths as we oscillated through different wavelengths constantly searching for each other unknowing of the great strengths buried beneath.  i saw your face on a stranger passing me on the street and i thought for a moment and kept walking….

wondering if you felt the same as i did.  when the rain came down i felt you in my veins and in my heart i felt your pain and i felt a tear go down my cheek on a cold street pondering the source of the mourning with the sun rising over the ocean.  maybe a part of me is missing and i’m broken.  it’s crazy how a heart is a miracle to witness but we’re all trapped in our minds which have centralized all viewpoints into a box like a prison

this was supposed to be a love poem about how i’ll love you forever – even past the walls of death even if you deceive me and drag my soul to hell

and we see ourselves reflected in the magic mirror as we float like ghosts in the underworlds of the archonic realms – in the dark and low vibration i’ll help you see the light and the colors and –

no, don’t go that way unless you want to get reincarnated, i thought i told you about the moon.  this experience lasts only 6 seconds but there is an eternity buried in each second with infinite variables –

i’ll follow you deep into the darkest pit of hell because when we have each other there is no such thing as death. and there is no such thing as fear.  

we’re free from all constrictive forces of space, time, and matter.  i promised you i’d never leave even in death because our souls are immortal

[savingember-blog]

[savingember-blog]

golden nazi lampshade

nazi, nazi? i’m not a nazi yes, i have blonde hair my eyes are hazel, i like to say green i’m anne, anne of fables—beautiful i’m princess, too, princess diana— compassionate, loving, kind—if i could have curly red hair, i would in a heartbeat, for i am miss rachael too; the light that shone upon me whilst shaking in a psychiatric facility; just the touch of her hand calmed me down. just like miss peyton, miss peyton: with short, curly brown hair— i adore her; she is so radiant she didn’t know me, yet she touched me—comforted me subtly—subtly, i am her too i can never doubt the significance of the touch of a hand because these two women never did alone, alone—i’m completely alone in this world—gratefully, i have me i have angels, somewhere, but nazis? no, i could have, but i have a heart. don’t you— don’t you know you become the company you keep? i think i’ve met one once before: a sunny, blue-eyed old man, he was my very best friend until i moved in with him—oops. the following morning, i had a cut on my body—cream dripping between my thighs. i would have given that man my kidney— he gave me a broken heart then he warned me not to think lies. apparently, it’s “normal to feel attacked” when you move; however, he doesn’t know how much i have done so. he thought i viewed him darkly— no, i am not afraid of his worldly ties. you see? i never view anyone poorly, for i understand humanity— its tendency to destroy one another physical, sexual abuse i can take: i “need counseling"—i am “too negative” do you not know? what is one more abusive man, his hand one to strengthen you and me i may be golden, yes, but i am also native; i have ancestors on my side i am a warrior, a survivor— don’t subject me to my hair color just because some blonde man fucked a woman in my family tree— that doesn’t mean i am like the worst of them, you see i am the seven continents all in one being—i am: i am every race, religion, age— i am even male too, for i know some men are rad i am a totem for me; contrary, i am a totem for you. reach out—take my hand

[soul-to-souls]

[savingember-blog]

epitome of chill

if you tell me to chill, then that means you’re looking notice me—that is all i want for i know many secrets, both true and not—more corrupt than the current system that’s the thing about secrets: lies, gossip—they have potential to run either way polarization: negative, positive i just want you to see—me? i will contribute to society with more than art i just need a bit of help— for i have attracted attention from many negative groups that solely wish to see me fail the truth is this: i am not against government i want to see it progress. the crown is coming; we are all on drugs. you wouldn’t believe me if i told you how i know. intuition is strange; unexplainable—i have it for sure it’s sole purpose, however, is to enable progression for everyone on earth. importantly, for those that suffer— i’m a natural mother, okay the truth about the man is this: he isn’t all bad—it’s corruption and hate within him that is; it is those that break the rules, personally or contrary, that enable misdeeds amongst us i’ve survived such corruption; a circumstance similar to the aforementioned—indubitably i solely wished to follow the rules didn’t intentionally drop dimes, but it seems that i did— i am glad, however, for i wouldn’t know the truth: real hippies— they don’t cause little girls to lose their minds when they assume one to be a snitch i’m a glitch because i don't agree with medication nor drugs of any chemical makeup this is one of the many reasons i will never be an addict— contrary to popular belief. my mind has been stolen from me more than once i don’t seek anything but justice; surely, you know i have a dark past— promiscuously driven for years; however, i only lied when it came to perfection or showing my ass. my mom was an addict i could never be because of her i always just wanted a family, but she destroyed the only one i have on earth thusly, it may seem as if i am not on your side, but honestly, i am: if you are not corrupt, have love in your heart—nice to meet you, i am … you know— give me some signs; the crown is worse— miss princess diana, the true queen of hearts, met a disturbingly untimely death— i have a newfound appreciation for sobriety, you see, as anyone probably would after being on the verge of insanity. centennial peaks gave me an anniversary for the start of my journey to the top of the mountain—the pinnacle like you, i just want balance we are allies, or don’t you know the truth? rabbits often lead one astray from the path of responsibility knowingly, i am on it— an aspiring botanist, i have compassion for others. i see so much darkness, completely alone, i see so much, but i know that you do too. cameras? i do not fear them— unnecessary if everyone tells the truth until we reach that point, i support them; they are surprisingly warranted i am but a pawn in this game for now the queen: i always wish to overcome the grass isn’t greener if it’s only visibly cleaner due to a can of spray paint if we do not adjust, we will inevitably bust—heed my advice, i hope for the best this is wizard’s chess, now you know i will move if i am prompted to do so

[savingember-blog]

forest fire

hi ken, i’m barbie let’s go! i know— it’s a barbie world contrary to the status quo, we both like rock ‘n roll peace, love, hugs bro, you were my best friend—the male figure i have never had you were on a pedestal, completely adored, you could have just asked me—instead, you left cuts in my crack for my lover to find no wonder he snapped you assed me, and although i may never know exactly what you did—i know i don’t remember, i know you gave me water that stopped my tears i know the food was salty it was hot and then cold i know i was wet, so i left it was not your fault men will be men came over distraught and dressed like a “slut” validation—i knew you at least i thought i did you were talking about nonsense—i couldn’t focus on your words, why why did you lean in closely, look at my eyes and laugh—i saw them in the mirror but they just looked back everything was crystal clear as if i were tripping over the throne i undeservingly gave you, my dearest friend you were in my heart i came to confide in you you helped tear me apart i suppose you meant it when you said that someday i will blossom into a beautiful woman i just didn’t know you would add fuel to the fire that was already burning me to the ground—regeneration the forest fire: hacks wildly, i will always return here’s thanks to you and my other friends that solely seek to hurt me enemies, by definition just give me the knife next time—i will stab myself we can save a lot of time physical pain? nah i can handle that—mental pain is what is whack you keep breaking my heart—anchored it will always reattach it’s love—not physicality— that is making me last you cannot touch me, corrupt me—even as ash i am indistinguishable i will always come back

[savingember-blog]

so much

mommy, he’s drugging me again—poking, squeezing my arm again. how are you? are you still dark? still the phantom in my heart? influential—always you’re the poké villain sugar—bittersweet blasting off with the speed of night i won’t surrender— that requires a fight i’m abra, remember teleport away i’m not playing your game—i win with love and light, i will consume you slide down my throat or be swallowed—ha takes me back to the times you fucked me in space had me chasing so much, i couldn’t feel my face— what? what’s the rabbit? the innocence i could be—but i am a survivor: alice, sure, that’s me “she’s chasing the white rabbit,” you joked to your friends—i’ve adopted your references and run wild with my imagination be careful, you should stop unintentionally fueling me—a wildfire wildflower, anchored yet free—flowing uni- multi-versally—oh! infinite mind within a finite creation the mind is infinite are you following me? you unknowingly shed the light on me— the transcendental path: meditation, b— i’m higher than any drug could ever allow me in this universe the human experience— man, i thought you knew it, but you are still not anchored here in the core—light i just have one more observation more sickening than most—you never liked my friend: the golden blue ocean, free as can be, but you? you told me amidst losing my mind—apparently, you’re jewish— who knew? not me race does not matter—can you not see? we have three eyes, not two come on, bro dmt—you once mentioned it to me, do you not know? it is spirit— the spirit molecule inside all of humanity creation itself: it’s found in leaves like daises and other flowers, your growth depends on your pot—your mind open up, expand or don’t and not see you clearly cannot, but i can’t make you— i’m not like that you deserve free will mine—you once took me, do i not deserve the right to stabilize? hate has you— you’re so blind for now, i am higher still—but i hope to hold your hand again someday do i not destroy you, my enemy, by deeming you friend? always you attack, attack i rise, rise i am cosmic sand open your eyes it may be painful to change at first but it is worth so much more in the end, worth so much more than your untainted name, worth so much more than the four elements on earth, sugar, so much more than your chemical high, so much more than your physical sky so much more, you can be so much

[mycrumplednotebook]

you watched her as she fell into the hell of your design yet she managed to somehow climb with tear stained eyes above all your lies her faith remained within protected from your sin her pretty soul intact you could never take that so watch her now my dear for it’s pretty damn clear she has risen above your inability love and instead holds on to the light that shines from her own radiant heart as she makes a brand new start

-Brie

[savingember-blog]

psychological

doctor, doctor i think i’m in hell life savers in shower heads i’m sticky—jailed o’, it turns out i could have left it was “all in my head"—sick, now 18 years passed mental evolution it was meds degression no meds progression boyfriend drugged you? baby, me too you think— you have rights no, you’re a slut insane—dehumanized white male phd, privileged he slapped you, baby? i know you liked it—typical blonde whore play for boys, bunny bimbo air in your head be careful—too pretty to end up dead shut up, take it you like the abuse in your nature domestication: female your feelings? not real—they’re invalid hell, so are you like your mother i’m a doctor you can’t break from the cycle it’s psychological you are nothing to me or the world just an apple rotten, devoured to the core my pleasure wait—doctor don’t you know? cores have seeds you enabled my growth o’, you are rotten—not me i know you, animal two heads: science so much on top yet you think lesser—doctor domesticated, you like my blond hair better be careful i eat men like air young—but strong i survive amongst men careful regarding your pen—is a strong tool for creation patients have rights right, hide—hide the paperwork next time or create another female survivor threatening your practice you act, acted doctor? nah you are flu you are swine i know what you did i am all in caution, doctor if you do it again mistakes—testimonials abuse of power my head, sir, it’s all in o’, i will shake you— i will shake your hand compassion, mutual? potentially—it’s needed compassion for humans doctor, you have a choice jump in— drown or swim truly, the man unruly conformist even the strongest need support stability, it’s warranted it’s called help do you need some— some floaties to keep yourself up i have air in my head, doctor we can all float on

[savingember-blog]

misconceptions

masquerading in dress make—precious belief saccharine bodily sludge patiently waiting, crystallized flawless adolescence dreams destructively spent dead? mine too backwards, forwards upside down, floorboards drop to your knees, golden baby— the man, relentless pussy-grabbin’ crack o “freak of nature” contort and twist gifted, finite illusionist yes, great deceiver, stake! match! “witch!” “schizophrenic” mystic checkmate, oppressor— mass cultivated power discovered within unlike you, a fucked little girl delves deeply destroying, of course, by looking within— unplanned, a systematic source corrupting corruption glitch in the matrix poof—psychic ability light magic, white witch

[mindful-and-motivated-deactivat]

Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your feelings need you, your perceptions need you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it. Go home and be there for all these things.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via withlovingkindness)