Anyone else experiencing a man struggle? People, I am. I feel as if I'm expecting the world, yet I don't make any real moves, there's no one to move to. I'm your typical ghoster, I start conversations - bumble, tinder - tried a few. They say one thing, and I go off it, or honestly … Continue reading Man Don’t Run.
Standing in spaces. Delving into mind's options. Time to depict, to create conflict. Learn. Gesticulate. Interpret interpretation. Observe ideas projection, stories creation, repetition. Continue to deceive mind's own. Art seems closed and cold to the masses, and so pose sophistication across the nations, acts in ways to uphold reputations, be seen in places it means, … Continue reading The Gallery.
I listened to his speech, on the analysis of my behaviour. At which point he goes on to say: ‘Let’s stop things here babe, before you see I’m not all there’. Now I’m thinking how that seems kinda rude, sorry I don’t mean to brood, but - this joker is lying next to me, in … Continue reading What was that?
Life becomes living, when you have no control, over anything or anyone, you take responsibility for your actions, let things be. Stand up and make it known who you are, what you're about, what you want. Let things linger? Not today. When life doesn't go your way, choose to let the wave move over you. … Continue reading Disrupt life.
Stop the clock, stop this feeling of shock, stop my irrational thoughts, stop my persisting grief. Grieving for griefs sake, when no event has come to pass, there is no grief to bare. Fill the empty space with memories, let my memories become written stories, write it now, or else how will I remember. Holding … Continue reading Shock and Clock.
Proud to be woman, proud of my curvature, a shape to be used, as the knife is by the chef. Takes a while to gain appreciation for womanly tools, to take compliments as they are, even when they come from a passing car. Enjoy admiration. Enjoy masturbation. Something I crave is for him to be brave, … Continue reading Princess Girlboss.
Where’s this ‘hole’ in my heart that is often spoken. I can’t feel it. You know the one, the one that can be filled by love from another, but not the kind of love that comes from your brother. It takes one who captures your soul, without which I’m told I can’t likely be whole. … Continue reading There’s a hole in being whole.
Our logic dropped out of our head, and rolled off your shoulders when we were lead across the dead, see. Those influencers on the heart-shaped bed, called across the dimly-lit room, ‘you there, come to the heart-shaped bed, gratitude you must show, roll your die.' It wasn’t the vision for our time here to be sold, so … Continue reading The Drop.
Every line a story, every scar a journey, every mark a map to the soul of a bare-skinned being. No one line is the same, and yet here we are in chains, to the supply and demand of conformity. Don’t dim your light, by listening to the noise don’t let society fuel the way your marks moves. What … Continue reading Beautiful Wrinkles.
Fading away, never to return, to the self I once - new cultivated existence. An ever-evolving construct an overwhelming challenge - make sense of me. The tendency to hide from what makes us. we fake it, maybe we learn it - to say the ‘right thing’. Is the self adaptable too? Let the self change, let … Continue reading New Self.