June 2011
16 posts
6.25.
Narcissistic. Addicted to yourself and your own image. In fact it’s not an addiction it’s an infection. A virus, airborne acquired and involuntarily digested. Morals live immortal and prevail over seething intentions, burning through veils of dreams suspended. Go get it. Freedom in expression. Bodies are prison for our souls, weakness floods that which is flawless. Trapped in a silent...
6.23
I’ve sewn my wounds shut
I see perfection in lights
You may forever be my mystery
But you’ll never be my plight
I think
Therefore my life reflects
I’m guided even when things seem amiss
6.22
“Every time I fall, I get up. Even when the place I’m falling is in love.” -me
Is it because we have convinced ourselves that love is something you fall into that is to blame for why we find it equally acceptable to fall out? Does true love still exist, and if so, is it possible for it to vanish? In Love is a term we toss around too frivolously. Saying you’re in love...
6.21
Inverted expectations translate into daytime hallucinations, which scatter in the breeze of dusk falling upon me. Philosophies accumulate which in turn cause prophecies to call on me as I sleep, and I wake with perspective at dawn.
I am not void of emotion, I simply practice detachment, understanding that even that which appears unfavorable often produces the best outcome.
6.16.11
“If you don’t have any shadows, you’re not in the light” -Lady GaGa
I am a binary being, two sides competing. Both illicit. I understand now that the opposites are equal, as nothing is truly as good or bad as our misguided judgements would have them. I encounter you on this winding stairway. I am not capable of seeing what lies before us in our opposing directions, only...
6.12.11
Tragically vein
Insanity trained
I see something clearly
Most can’t understand
I call it the tragedy vain
Unmask your sins
Look deeper within
End vanity
Restore sanity
End slavery
There’s freedom in expression
Don’t know how many times I’ve said it
But we’re too scared to speak up
Just trying to keep up
I hope ‘the Joneses’...
6.12.11
I love you
And as fear would have it
I can’t decide if I should recoil or grab it
Let this, my best thing, pass me by
As I’ve grown I’ve learned how to take loss in stride
Most only scratch the surface, you understand?
Most only absorb what they can
I’m quite closed off and they don’t have the patience
Love isn’t tough to embrace
Trust is
For...
6.8.11
I have no memories of him, of course. I never even heard any stories because I remember the pain that would twist your face every time I asked, as if I had placed your hand on a flame. You and I were so tightly bonded that I felt the pain sometimes. It would make me ache to see you that way. So I simply stopped asking, in order to spare us both.
He was you’re first love, I now know the...
6.8.11
Physical pleasure
Physical pain
Mentally lifted
Mentally slain
“fuck it” doesnt cover it
No words to explain the numbness
I never leave
The confines
Of my mind Im like a recluse
A hermit in a shell
I draw life in
Observe and disect
Some I digest
And vomit whats useless
6.1.11
Eloquence and charisma
Matched with
Heinous intentions
Are the birthplace of chaos
And the scapegoat for submission
To a lesser existence
An avoidance of
The responsibility of our duty
To elevate our awareness
And recognize the importance of equality
5.30.11
Your name is profane
I cant speak it
I hate when your right
and I hate that my hatred
inspires spite
you delight
and I squirm
why are all of my lessons
the hardest to learn
who else would have a life like this?
but I cant complain honestly
im blessed
but why are there so many
complex tests?
and here I am
with no pen
6.8.11
“when someone says ‘you’ve changed’, it simply means you’ve stopped living your life their way”…..
To love someone is to be witness and aide to their progression, not to box them in for your selfish comfort. I truly believe that the moment someones love takes hold of us, the art of letting go commences. We get too caught up in the comfort that person...
6.5.11
Your fate is not up for negotiation
Sorrow will find you
As will salvation
Beginnings will come
As will their ends
And in the shadow of pain
You will find progression
Things are full circle
Karma, Love and Life
So theres no sense in running
From that which you can’t hide
6.5.11
Love at first sight was the death of me
I’m giving more than blood sweat and tears, I’m giving life
reborn into your system as if I was absorbed orally
Devoured actually
So we unite and conquer
Accomplished and appalled
I swear I smell your sweat on me
A piercing glance was the death of me
In it, love didn’t linger
It attacked me
Everything I thought I knew
It snatched...
6.8.11
“If you look closely, you’ll see what you’ve become….” -Lauryn Hill
If we are all addicted to a substance I would say its aesthetic value. Cosmetic abuse.
This search for self alteration, I feel, points to a self altercation. Inner conflict. And were all guilty.
I’m not just talking nose jobs and butt shots. I’m talking tattoos, piercings, hair dye and...
6.8.11
Theres so much I dont understand about the world around me
And so much they dont understand about me
The lessons learned seem to expand into the space behind them
As I gather my thoughts and try to collect
The more I gain
The heavier the knowledge becomes
The more I know
The longer and further this expansion
Into vast illusion
Consumes me
And I become both
More full and more hungry
...
