#sonnet
Imagine being so ashamed of your history you outlaw it from being taught
Their a Bunch of Cowards.
MARK KOSTABI / FACTORY BLUES
thump your sound shifts space
you’re not there in waves
discussing
atmospheric perspective
averted gaze is naturalised
cover of daydream
deep eyes as alluring as distant
skies i forsake omniscience
the dangers of
expectation and habit
to ideas
to the process of creation
you have nothing to do with me
nape as apple tree
allow yourself no feeling
What I go in search of resembles
troubled steps across steep rocks,and what I listen for in music
is just as rough on the throat,caught and drawn in. Nothing
is hard enough to fit this memory.I’ve been listening for you,
I’ve been listening for your heartbeat,and it flew past me on the wind,
but all I can hear is the sea.
sclr:
I’ll torture myself with words unspoken,
Spared the rod for the child too broken,
My mother a liar and my father a coward,
I am a vile, bitter villain; rage empowered.
Concede with dissonance from what’s left,
You are only a victim of my failed time-theft.
Salma Deera, Letters from Medea
“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”
Falling out of love.
Emily Dickinson // illustration by @/peopleiveloved on ig // Miranda July,No One Belongs Here More Than You//Taylor Swift,Gold Rush//Ben Davis, Sr. // artwork by @/lettersformagnolia on ig // radio silenceby@ninasdrafts // illustration by @/today.i.am.sad on ig