what a treacherous gift and beautiful curse it is to be human. to have this flesh and bone, to breath life into these lungs. to yearn for love, to crave being held, to hold poetry in our veins, and song in our voices.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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what a treacherous gift and beautiful curse it is to be human. to have this flesh and bone, to breath life into these lungs. to yearn for love, to crave being held, to hold poetry in our veins, and song in our voices.
Alexandra Catiere
my tears crystallize a fractal, a snowflake meets the brisk winter air. here they fall, frozen in time, shattering on the pavement, as I disappear.
perhaps love (2005)
whoever made this, I love your mind.
recoil and slither through the dust left behind pinching a speck between my fingers hoping they’d come to life i pity and ponder wondering if i should ignite what lays here somber so untouched, unrefined
it is in my own arms, I find sanctuary.
faces
in a room full of eyes and ears,
I show my flesh,
the edges that pierce and softness that flutters.
one glance at each face,
one fluctuation of tone,
scanning through a fog.
who's visage muddled with concern,
who's blank with apathy,
who's warm and aglow.
Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka
oh, Kafka
Guy Laroche “Fidji” Perfume Ad (1971)
Lasso me in Before I throw the rope in And your chokehold loses its grip.
saltwater
my eyes release in fury, stinging my cheeks.
within me there is an ocean, a silent remedy. she heals my wounds with such ease.
I bathe in her to soothe my senses, she surrounds me when it's all too much.
even in her burning ambition, she carves with a gentle touch.
a place reminiscent of my dreams - glistening fog against a comforting shade of green