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Originally posted on Midnight Diary: “I just cant imagine myself in shackles, following his lead, his guidance, his eyes trained on me. I wanted to be wrong again, I wanted to make some mistakes, I wanted to learn, I wanted to rise, I wanted to live.” What does it really mean to be free? What… Read more
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Originally posted on sita teofani: marek-slavik-rebirth 100x135cm_acrylic_and_oil_painting_on_canvas presented-by-knupp-gallery-los-angeles This feeling of content at times comes as a complete emptiness, a void at the very back of my head demanding fulfillment. Life is a bore at this stage, thinking everything is temporary, then whats there left to do. Thoughts; feelings, evolving, shifting, wildly and fast, like… Read more
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Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau: Summer is a destructive force. The dank humidity leaves me brooding and exhausted; Houston is unforgiving. The cement, cars, and teaming masses, coupled with my incessant ambition, leaves a trail of sweat, puts me in dark rooms, huddled by the throbbing sound of fans, hiding from the… Read more
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Originally posted on Muse(sings): I’ve been wrapped in a sheet of white, Since the day I arrived.? Bright, So eerie white. It gathers less peace and more of a sheen of sadness. A river of madness, That carries me like a flash flood.? Drops me from colourful skies, to a land of white sludge. Dripping… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ or if they’re in florida set them on fire; let them die. ‘speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world’ i am the melting ice. i am the gun on the dashboard to Savannah for the 4th of July. i am the word speak now,… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: From the depths of my churning stomach, he pulls out my childhood and makes me puke so violently it comes out of my eyes. After wiping my face, he kisses my acidic lips. That’s when the world stops and the words start to fall out of me. The mustard plants in the… Read more
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Down by the river on a bed of leaves, we shed our skin and touch. We are lovers high on romance. We are lovers drunk on each other’s bodies and a mixture of vodka and gin and random shots of something that has left us with tears in our eyes. With your hands above your […]… Read more
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And there were those days when not much happened; when there were no words nor expression, only sitting around waiting for something to show itself while open-mouthed and chasing shadows. Sometimes howling, and at others silent as I drowned the nights in alcohol. Pushing her head beneath the soapy water that filled the bath,… Read more
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