ugh, reality

bienvenue, please take a seat

[st-jahn]

I hate you for all the hurtful words you've said to me.

I hate you for shattering every ounce of love I held for myself.

I hate you for treating me like a was less than a human, for seeing me as less than a woman.

I hate you for letting beauty blind you the soul within.

I hate you for dimming the light that once thrived in me.

I hate you for making me believe my worth is tied by my ability to attract men.

I hate you for making me hate myself too.

I hate you for making me despise the very things I was born with.

I loathe you all for everything you've done to me.

[marypickfords]

Nana (Jean Renoir, 1926)

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy.]

[lifeinpoetry]

“Death rejected me another day his train car full of astonished faces / The road to hell an archipelago of the dumbfounded and bewildered /”

— — Sun Yung Shin, from “Bayonets and Bonfire,” The Wet Hex

[3y3]

Il Labirinto, Roberto Ferri

[feral-ballad]

Kazuko Shiraishi, tr. by Ikuko Atsumi, from Seasons of Sacred Lust; "Rhino"

[infected]

Rosso Fiorentino, Musician Angel, c. 1520

[llovinghome]

[rosewatertear]

[st-jahn]

Je me sentais dans une solitude si affreuse que j'ai songé au suicide. Ce qui m'a retenu, c'est l'idée que personne, absolument personne, ne serait ému de ma mort, que je serais encore plus seul dans la mort que dans la vie.

Jean-Paul Sartre, La nausée

[st-jahn]

Carthage

[goodreadss]

Mikhail Zharov

[die-rosastrasse]

Octobers are so dreamy, I can’t tell the reality from a delusion.

[st-jahn]

Sorry for the Relationship

[toutenprose]

Ni les sons, ni l’odeur, Ni la triste pâleur De ton visage, En ma mémoire Lointain mirage, Ne serait en secret À ce point égaler Léger brouillard, La douce et svelte beauté, De cet instant, Inégalé. T.M.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems and Other Verse; “The Nurse and Herodias,” (x)

[followcb]

Soul Inspiration

acts of creation

need not validation

stop seeking affirmation

to launch that levitation

artistic exploration

expressions of passion

sweat with determination

crack every foundation

pose questions to this nation

without reservation or hesitation

resist the temptation

who's owed an explanation

for your declaration

give em an education

elevation to infestation

occupation with this administration

arrives at condemnation

devastation of a population

a proclamation

realization we need restoration

poetry to save civilization

from damnation

community collaboration

to facilitate emancipation

liberation from spiritual oppression

transformation from media oversaturation

colonization of civilization

there's no justification

for the classification

of art;

might music be our soul inspiration

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