ahem; we do things, too

I truly do, have the prettiest friends.

hi.

I really, really love these.  

Party people

The Grecian dress draped across her frame,
flattered her.
As did,
the champagne
that oozed from her eyes
when a question was asked
in regards to her lack of love.
So she sang, to everyone
about why she felt the way she did about not feeling anything at all.



(To the person that will read this, it wasn't consciously written about you. And it isn't, so don't worry)

Oh, you flowers.

I'm sitting on this patio, with nothing more than a glass of lemonade
and friends from a glass house.
All of them have grown together
in a sort of orphanage with parents.
They've not been left without water,
because otherwise they'd be dead.
And I'd be sitting on this patio with nothing but my schizophrenia and a glass of lemonade.

Ap Concentration

I've always felt as if though people mean more to me than they do to others. I've always been fascinated with the power of people, and the influence they demonstrate. For my concentration, I wanted to truly emphasize and accentuate the subliminal power one holds, even if it's subconscious. I wanted to focus on the holiness of people in their society. To achieve my purpose, I highly juxtaposed the timeless motif of halos representing angels, with my contemporary interpretation and portrayal of the human form. Doing so creates a contrast of not only 2D and 3d, realism and impressionism, but of tradition and future. 

I'm not a sad kid.

I've never felt
like the bird on the stick,
that's stuck,
with a stranger's thumb
wedged between it's pleural membrane and it's positive intentions.
I've never paid much attention to the caste system, either.
But lately,
i've been said bird,
and recently,
we've been that very same caste system.

While they delete their browser history,
I'm in the process of deleting my yellow bone marrow,
to hopefully numb the numbness

Hypertension

There's a steady stream of transparent indigo
that peristalsis is forcing back up my esophagus
that turns green upon impact
with coincidence and your discarded carbon dioxide.
It's only here for a moment, though
because as soon as it arrives,
it begins the taxing process of diffusion back into our sorrowful membranes.

I've spoken of blackberries before,
as if they were gospel doctrine.
And preached to the multitudes,
their undying importance.
But what I thought were blackberries,
were tree roots
and the plant that bore them,
an organism much like that of a deer.
And deer are colorblind, you know

A perfect house without all the shortcomings that come with a title

photo credit: The infinitesimal Bayley Christensen

And it seems as if though I'm living in the
confusion, that's so very obviously dripping
from the four of you, that
correlates less to me than does anything
else, in this
middle-sized community.
But I'll build a home, that has just enough rooms,
for us to live in,
as it does memories,
for us to thrive upon -
here.