A horrific popularity contest where everyone’s obsessed with saying the last great thing. So, this is what healing looks like? Another scab to contradict unrealistic totems. Gilded, not gold.
Category: Poetry
The poetic expression of my artistic and aesthetic pillars along with some choice mixed-media.
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8 Carrots
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oneuva
She’s the kind of woman you meet on the street and one day regret everything, even though it all went perfectly according to plan.
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The Clock Stopper
An inexorable vivacity,
she crumbles entropy,
pauses ultimate reality,
and shakes the world.
Seconds fall loose.
Only for her,
I leave that watch
broken
and never again let time
tick.
Lonesome, no more.
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