Last night I cried yet again in my dreams. They were tears of "what it has come to" while you stood there and watched me hugging the tree refusing to even look at you.
I know deep inside that no light would appear to come and yet i'm lying down between delusion and no stars to look upto.
My head gets heavy even though some part of me likes this loneliness ; far away from anyone but i wish someone out there would find me limping against my own heart. It is the most stupid thing that i have come to realise.
Neither can I turn back the dyed pages nor write to break or lose anything else dear to me.
It is the very basis of love that i'm trying to teach myself.
As krishnamurthy once asked: Is love desire ? Is love pleasure? Anger, pleasure, jealousy , and can there be love if there's ambition ?
How can love just be. Loving merely becoming more important than being loved but then I stumble across mountain of inhibitions when I look inside and i cant make you understand , i can't make myself understand.
A fragmented mind is incapable of love
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Grey
The wonder years are gone
The gods are down.
All that remains is people like him
Scared and confused.
He misses those years
When words were truth
and the world was just.
All that black and white?
It is grey now.
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Ξαστεριά
Μετά την τόση
ομίχλη
ένα
ένα
ανακαλύπτω
τα αστέρια.
Αναπνέω
τη δροσιά
που μου χαρίζει
το χρώμα
τ' ουρανού.
Με αναγνωρίζω,
περαστική εικόνα
πιασμένη σε
αθάνατο κύκλο.
(Giuseppe Ungaretti, 1918)
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Each moment i spend with you feels like a dream
Our moments captured by the nostalgic memory
Images of how I would replay my lifetime spent with you
Where time seems endless but short at the same time
Where I feel connected to every aspect of you
A universal pull telling me that I'm meant for you
Since that first glace in a crowded hallway of young kids
the universe connecting our timelines
To meet once again
You are my favorite coincidence
And I have felt your eyes on me again and again
I also found myself staring never looking away
Drinking you in capturing your image imbedded a picture of you within
Knowing ill follow you anywhere
From our beginning and never end
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Wake Up
You would think this is pollution, because these lyrics offer no solution, just a fusion of thoughts, that have been traded or bought, but are we taught how to think, never questioning anything, or that we should all really go see a shrink, but just think, for a second, as you blink and breathe every second, that for a second, you could be free from the brainwashing, and the overlap of screens, call me mean, or obscene, but for one thing, it is nothing worse than what you can catch on TV, so come at me, but get ready to get murdered by words, and verses, better start the procession ,as they carry you out of the hearses, like a poor thief, I am here to snatch your purses, at least these lines have a purpose, oh you already heard this, well then I must feel a need to repeat these verses, because people have the attention span of a gnat, for a matter of fact, but instead of read this, you get through 2 lines, and think I am wack, but I am just a jack of all trades, healing every wound, call me band aid, as I lay down these words, taking shots at all in sight, nighty night, never biting my tongue, always continuing to write.
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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
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Τα μάτια σου ανεβαίνουν
Τα μάτια σου ανεβαίνουν εντός μου, πλημμυρίζοντας
μες στον ψιθυρισμό του δάσους και στο δρόμο
καθώς μετεωρίζεσαι ίδιο πουλί θαλασσινό,
γιατί μόνον εσύ ξανοίγεις και ρημάζεις δρόμους.
Γιατί νυχτώνει αργότερα και χάνεσαι, τελειώνει
σε λίγο η μουσική, γιατί το ξέρω, λύνονται
τόσο καθάρια εντός μου οι ουρανοί, που βλέπω
πως θάνατο μαρτυρικό απόψε σου ετοιμάζουν.
( Νίκος-Αλέξης Ασλάνογλου )
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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!
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Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.
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