Autopsy.

Hey I'm Alex I'm a writer, poet and artist. Just kidding I aint shit. Toronto

[tosurvivemetropolis]

I honestly would be happy with one more shot at real love.  If I was so lucky and lost it again, I would feel blessed enough to move on from the idea of it. 

[tosurvivemetropolis]

It’s puzzling how one’s opinion of beauty changes based on one’s perspective. When I’m relaxed, beauty to me is classical art both phonic and visual. When I’m stressed, the frail, enigmatic complexities of such arts become a pedantic inconvenience.  When in love, beauty is a face, an embrace, a laugh.  When I’m alone, beauty is anything that may transcend those memories.  Most of the time, beauty is simply waking up in the morning. Some of the time, beauty is knowing one day I won’t. 

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Weather

I’m here again withering in my carefully curated limbo a space I developed over years of being destroyed and restored where i exhaust the figurative muscles required to bear the weight of the past it all blurs and i wonder is there a past are the scars still there ...

[le-jaune]

ROY LICHTENSTEIN

LANDSCAPE 9, 1967

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Diluadid

Living in Ayn Rand land, body is shocking, contract, contract, expand. Spliced our lives, falling a part we tried and we tried till our tires got tired, and got worn from the hard road, saw a light in the end of the tunnel the car sold. So passive, so elegant, oh so relevant to to my past, took the sand and we made glass, that we peered through and I feared you were my last. Cured you from a cast, and you flexed, and you stretched, and you stuck to the facts. Spent a couple bucks in a M.A.C. just to make up for the fake crutch and the black, machine pumping sludge through your arteries, how is everything your parents thought a part of we ? Pop a Dilaudid, we need to audit and take a knee. Spending our time when we know we could get it for free.

[tosurvivemetropolis]

How ?

Perhaps it's unreasonable to demand stability out of chaos, to demand silence out of an avalanche, or a hurricane. How do you stop a speeding train on a road to infinity ? How do you demand a beating heart be bound by the confines of external expectation ? How do you wake up to the chaos ? How do you ?

[tosurvivemetropolis]

My heart looks like your face.

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Hey you, over there, no not you, no not you either, no obviously not you; fuck off. You! May we yet fall in love all over again, spiralling down into an endless typhoon of exaggerated meta beauty and fatal emotion ? May we stride, pressed palm to palm, skipping among fields of exuberant apathy, rotting beauty and other more vague, dying, living, beautiful, terrible, outright horrific plots of this earth so carelessly dedicated to us. Remember when we had nothing ? Remember when we were children, fantasizing about making a life for us ? Remember when we started and let it decay for nothing other than the very force we neglected ? For what ? For touching another who doesn't give a fuck if you're her or....her. Or for her who doesn't give a fuck if it's me or....him. For what ? To deny an unexplainable happiness ? To deny the feeling reverberating in my bones with every inch of contact ? To deny love for the unattainable reality of something better than true love ? We gave in. We gave in because we were too young, and too stupid and too ignorant. Too naive. Not naive in the sense that we believed we could do more than we ever could, but naive in the sense that we didn't believe in love. Real. Fucking. Love. Ps I'm fucking hammered

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Let it go for a few

Keep believing everything is bleeding, You're succeeding, peacefully, While piece by piece I'm fleeting Overeating king of keeping, Secrets when you're screaming, Seeking higher meaning, From the life we're leading Oh, Lean me back I'm bleeding. Waking up from dreams has never been this easy, Innocence to a sense of expected leading, Caught up in the cough of the cloud we infected breathing Every other second in our lungs we expected evens. But we faced the odds, Happily two faced, Driving through brakes, We braced and hastily played the cards. An attic full of artifacts, We're addicted to heart attacks, Few of em were close before we brought em back.

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Brainwaves

Open the shutters girl, you got them Calvins on, I put the album on, with slow and melodic songs. Kissing like nothing happened, months from now we're in Bahamas laughing, smoking fat cigars until our hearts are blackened. Our broken love we trashed it, crumpled up like dated almanacs, the past the urn to hold our ashes. Cashed it out after it starting crashing, we crumbled couldn't cope the cracking, taking tacit tests and, passing off passive passion.

[ashleydionneplanet]

[tosurvivemetropolis]

Invaded Headspace on Lake Michigan

Sometimes I dream of blood running slowly through thin cracks in my skin. The river leaving stains behind, a reminder of the love that once was so red. Then turned so sickeningly dry. As dearly desired as the rare rains that bring life to oceans of sand. My day: thoughts pinched and derailed onto tracks that once steamed toward paradise. Every moment passing through a veil of you. Each thought perturbed by the memories of your innocent stare as your hair flowed carelessly over my chest. An unexplainable, all too human pain. An unimaginable ending the greatest story I've ever known. I'll be back on the road, leaving all the fucks I ever gave behind. In search of the red river. In search of a new death

[maidje]

Berlin - 05/2016 IV

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[extramadness]

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