Every next time I remember you less.
Every next time I’m running
And running
And burning so smooth.
And remembering less.
Author: underblob
Latent Simian
Hello, are you there?
Can I see you again?
I’m outside your window
Inside your sheets
In your lost eyes
And taut replies
Locked in the grip
Of your soft lips
Creative Brain
Some people see things others cannot, and they are right, and we call them creative geniuses. Some people see things others cannot, and they are wrong, and we call them mentally ill.
—Nancy Andreasen
Perception Purity
There are countless creations to create and recreate and combine and discover. We create to become attached to this world we live in. By creating ideas, crafts, tools, dreams, relationships, solutions, and visions we find our potential. Freedom follows knowledge. Maintaining personal lies denies our capacity to be completely free. Maintaining social and political lies is an extra layer of deception that denies finding even our personal lies. Proliferating a lie of any scale or strata interferes with our connection to creation and our connection to all of those created before us.
How High 2014
Apples: Why would I be into lacrosse?! How high are you right now? 9:42 PM
Oranges: OMG I’m so high that I thought for a second that you were into lacrosse 9:47 PM
Oranges: Did I tell you about the dream I had about the guillotine? 9:50 PM
Oranges: That’s how high I am 9:50 PM
Oranges: I’m so high, I’m teaching birds how to fly 9:51 PM
Oranges: OK I’ll stop now 9:51 PM
Oranges: How high are you? 9:55 PM
Apples: Omg 9:56 PM
Mint Raisins
Your way became mine today:
Wane eroding play.
I saluted your resolve
as you demised me.
Lunar Cardigan
Missing rails of light ride the edge of your eyes.
You see me missing my lines and rattle my lies.
Trouble Is My Name
I had a vision: I begged and I pled.
I had a vision: I wanted to be dead.But you said there’s nothing you can do
to turn deception true.
Promise Chain
Vector by your placement,
points distort and quiver
at the elliptical arc of your spine.
You roil and gloss and mesmerize.
Like the dream of you,
it becomes complete
and with a word
washes away
to the sea.
Wild And Wasted
I keep cutting and cutting it close.
We’ll keep going until we’re a ghost.No matter–whatever.
Let’s get lost together.
And stay here forever.—Blondfire