Product of the 1990s. This is where I keep poetry, sometimes my own, sometimes others. Also where I keep my pictures.
My original poems can be found under: almost a poem
My original photos can be found under: 1000 words
Cosmic Funnies
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bliss lane
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The Stonewall Inn
The Bowery Presents
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Product of the 1990s. This is where I keep poetry, sometimes my own, sometimes others. Also where I keep my pictures.
My original poems can be found under: almost a poem
My original photos can be found under: 1000 words
Rumi, from a poem featured in "The Sun, the Sea and the Stars: Ancient wisdom as a healing journey,"
Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”
“We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently. We were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged. It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
"Sun sets on the city.
Tree lines become parking lots.
Drowning in the ubiquity.
A vagabond finds home amongst shadowy alleys and anywhere else out of sight.
Sidewalks crack.
Lying in the dark waiting to feel whole again."
"To the apologies I never sent.
The apologies I never will send.
Who are they for?
The past lovers?
The broken friendships?
Empty auditoriums and burned bridges.
An apology.
Or is it self-righteous masturbation?
Accept your maladies.
Develop and do better."
Izumi Shikibu, from a poem featured in Japanese Poetic Diaries; The Diary of Izumi Shikibu
“Someone who truly loves you, sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle, but still wants you.”
— Unknown
By @dinasaurus.art