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Breath gives body

you committed the time to rework every emotion i have

to spoon compassion into the dehydrated cracks of my linework

to shake the tunnel of your throat and produce sounds

that lower the ragged edges on my skin

and coax light into my eyes

to see the world like glass

reflecting every piece of matter

in a visceral showcase.

 

the breath of another living entity

soaks its energy into my hands

to tie strange shapes into vessels

that gives body to shapeless thought.

Fall From the Linework

confirming you’re there

i release tension from every nerve in my hand

to rest onto your back

and glide over the dip that found its way closest to your spine

the parent to your fluid nerves

that taught you to stretch your body

as tall as skyscrapers

while acknowledging the fertile garden

your foundation is planted into.

 

i break my tension and fall into

the dip of your back

to reconfigure my foundation

richieblackshaw:

caseythecat New York City

Downtown wanderer

richieblackshaw:

caseythecat New York City

Downtown wanderer

richieblackshaw:

Freedom Tower

richieblackshaw:

Freedom Tower

Innocence cannot comprehend corruption

the last thing she saw was a radiant light

it was beautiful and jarring

and it was met by a noise

that bellowed throughout every vein she had

 

she examined every stimuli

and balanced ash on her fingers

and thought of her mother’s smile

and tasted iron in the air.

 

her body did not feel the same

she did not feel small anymore

the outline of her frame shattered

all familiarity with her limbs spilled onto the ground.

 

her eyes lost color

she thought she was dreaming

and that snowflakes fell into her eyes

which was why she felt cold

 

she dreamed of clocks dropped into honey

she felt time was stuck

and that she was in control

and was bending her reality

 

she saw a tall and dark man

and she thought it was a god

who blessed her with these powers

and asked why

 

suddenly, she felt as if she were melting

and her eyes became singed

so she undressed herself from her skin and bones

and followed a radiant light in the sky

so she could see her mother’s smile.

Note:

"I wrote this as a response to the Gaza raids and the intolerable action of taking a child’s life for the purpose of some sort of religious war. I wanted to capture the innocence of every child lost and how these children cannot grasp the initiative and execution of this mindless slaughter. I keep the suffering families in my heart and wish to see the end to this dark time"

Life is too short to spend it at war with yourself.
american-fauxpas:

This is one of the most magnificent shots of lightning I’ve ever seen.
Storms have always had a strange effect on my psyche; I feel nothing but a state of tranquility when rain and wind are crashing against me.

american-fauxpas:

This is one of the most magnificent shots of lightning I’ve ever seen.

Storms have always had a strange effect on my psyche; I feel nothing but a state of tranquility when rain and wind are crashing against me.

(Source: stunningpicture)

A blithe passage

I want to describe it as a night of heavy drinking.

 

I hate the feeling of knowing that all the alcohol I drank over the night will be thrown up at some point. I am particularly describing the feeling of knowing IT WILL HAPPEN and there is no escaping.

 

I must cut short the conversation taking place with a person I just met, who is spewing something remotely relative to my interests and who I produce a temporary adoration towards, to sweep into the nearest bathroom where I spend the next hour waiting for my stomach to spill into the toilet. The cleansing is not as pure as the word sounds: it is messy, sweaty, and all at once.

 

And this is what it is like to write. To write how I write. I get hit with the sudden realization that I am full of something I need to yack out immediately. When it hits, I escape into my own confinement and sit for as long as I need to, until it all comes out and with one flush, it is out of my system and traveling through pipes where some other being will have to approach and deal with it.


Thanks for reading my writing, everyone. I regurgitate for my well-being and to expose myself with the wonderful expanse of the English language.

Barricade

place me in an arrested state

unnatural light and man-made furniture

void of sunlight, unnourished hardwood objects

and i will feel as such

unnourished, man-made, arrested

void of plantlings that split their cells and pushed themselves out of a dirt utero

to bathe in sunlight.


give me that