The collage I've been working on is almost done.
I decided to lay the photo that I found the lady in, it's kind of interesting! I'll post the final soon! I'm excited to move on to a new project. I've so much fun with this one.
we're not kids anymore.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
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AnasAbdin

Origami Around

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KIROKAZE
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oozey mess
DEAR READER

if i look back, i am lost
Keni

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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The collage I've been working on is almost done.
I decided to lay the photo that I found the lady in, it's kind of interesting! I'll post the final soon! I'm excited to move on to a new project. I've so much fun with this one.
I found these at an antique shop in Port Townsend, Magpie Alley. There are so many to choose from, and every emotion you could ever need for telling a story with your scissors and glue!
I grabbed 8 at $1 each! So fun!
They also had old play boys for $10. Debating on if I should cut it up tho. First trans person featured in the magazine.
Shut up.
You're a fuckwad
With your heat pump
The noise it makes
Rattles my bones
Makes me hate my sacred place.
Humming at this audacity
No grones like normal affairs
Ziiiiiiiiiggggggg humMMMMM
Fuck you.
Shut up.
Where is my grace
Caught in my ears
My want for, fucking, peace
Nature
Starlight
And the hum of this, incessant, self pleasing, machine.
In the works
As with Sisyphus it repeats on a loop,
Not a persuit, but an act of grasping,
Followed by weary eves on guard,
As a sentinel against my will,
For the calluses get no rest,
But is the rest deserved?
Is it existence that brings what should?
Or is repentance the norm?
While relief must be attained through strife.
Is there another path to solace?
The universe laughs at the prospect.
So
So, I was in love with you.
Still won't describe the moon
A pause
A moment of loss strength
I've deposed my mind
I've visualized on rewind
Look, we are not unspectacular things. We’ve come this far, survived this much. What
would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?
What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No. No, to the rising tides.
— Ada Limón, from “Dead Stars,” published in The Cortland Review
Handwriting
Hurriedly scrawled on too many pages
And on too many notebooks
Because I always forget the last place I saw them,
But never the last place I saw you , walking away
Daring me to chase you one last time
Your hips beckoning, promising you will be worth the wait
Pieces of me strewn about collecting dust
It doesn’t make sense until it does
It’s a half a language no one speaks
It dies with me
But if I can learn a little bit from the words that pour from your mouth
Inbetween ragged breaths and biting those beautiful lips
We could make a new language and I know we know nothing about how languages are made
But of all the crazy ways we make things in this world
I can’t imagine a mistake I regret out of love
Plenty of mistakes none worth regretting
Like putting On Glasses for the first time
And the world jumping into hd
That’s what kissing your mouth
And breathing your words into me feels like
Feels like a home to come home to
Aged to perfection.
These days
the seasons pass
so quickly- one
minute I am in
bloom, the next
I’m watching you,
—–
the distance
you’ve wedged between
us an iceberg
as you shed
your leaves in
earthy shades of
green, of
yellow and orange,
crunchy brown and
red. I want you
to know I grow
stronger
—–
with every second
we are apart,
with every minute
I count down
to the hour
I’ll kiss the problems
you left me with
—–
goodbye,
so long,
farewell
to you,
to us.
String
Depression is the cobwebs
a testimony to you’re settling
The cobwebs are your anxieties
Often hard to spot alone, but easily in mass
Anxiety is the little men
Tying down the giant with thread
The little men are not so small
After all
It is the small things in life, they say.
…
“That make me stay awake”
Refresh:
My thoughts bathe in you.
They want to steal your scent.
They seek to drown out the old,
replace it with fresher intent:
to consume each lung of air
you breath into the space between us:
to gently abraise your molecules
and make them part of me is a must:
to run my fingers through your hair
and wipe my thoughts with the sound you make:
to kiss you while you’re unaware:
whatever you have I want to take.
And moreso now than I did before;
rejection makes me want to rewind.
I want all the things I didn’t get before:
all the things I had to leave behind.
~I don’t ask for much. Just you.
“i drink until i’m seeing double but it only shows me how lonely i am twice.”
— smspoetry
I imagine mountain ranges and forests painting a sun dipped world
I imagine deer drinking from a trout filled stream
And wildflowers splattered on the grass like a child’s finger painting
I imagine being stroked by a humid breeze
And kissed by summer rain
I imagine anywhere
Anywhere but here.
I delete
Before I send
Write the words 100 times in my head.
Re-loop
Or strategize
Lay out and anthropology
My waste of breath
It's fucking September?
I wonder what the heavens were thinking when they made a girl like that so bright so fierce and holy and hot but not in the way you want her to be, she slides like lava down my throat all burning as she goes- I’ll never be able to taste another. she never wants me to taste another. a girl all consuming, blinding like starlight up close and in person. tell me what you think choking on starlight means? because I’d tell you it is lovely and you would tell me I’m wrong in more ways than one.
- how I swallowed her down || O.L.
Time goes by far too fast
For it to ever be kept in place
Snap of a lens
Stopped with an eye.
Held in zeros and ones
Transferred to paper
Nailed to walls
For the unshared:
put in stacks
I will be okay, not now, but I will
I’m sorry… …for telling you about my day even though you don’t ask …for telling you about my problems …for not looking after myself better …for making you worry …for wanting you to pay attention to me …that I’m like this
I hate… …how I still want you …how you tell me it’s okay …how I can’t look away whenever you smile …how I can delete everything but our pictures …how I still cry even though I tell you I don’t …how I can’t tell you …how there’s still so much I want to say …how you moved on so fast …how you’ve moved on …how you’re fine …that it was my decision.