I know how I love you and how much I love you, but I cannot sacrifice my inner...– Che Guevara
My Dear Friend, Cried Inquiry
“My temple, it justifies this,” croons the beast. Circles devouring in conquering, I am as such, an entity that searches. “I will this to being, molding my creation free from a hollow existence,” bellows the God, frozen in reflection. Ten fingers encircled by austere flames, I am as without, a being that lays down. Stepping aloud into rows of births, the God...
Unfaithful to Dogmatism
St. Michael was beautiful, he had dark dripping Persian eyes that matched his display of reverence. His own depiction paints them downward, in humility to the utmost high. Even the Serpent’s visage tailors a deep purple royalty to the magnificence of his ego’s enemy. St. Gabriel showed his face (her beautiful lonely face) to an eternal virgin revered by desert tribesmen, an...
What’s remarkable about you is your lack of expectation. You see someone’s awkward shuffle or word vomit as a genuine display of affection, and you coo and awe because it is touching. You do not sit and wait for people to show their love in ways that are familiar to you, but accept them as they crash into you regardless of color or form. This is what you have taught me.
Running Because of Skinny Legs!
I never knew that voices could be honey. That waiting could be directed, could be turned around as fast as it stubbed your fat toe. In miles, as in loneliness, time never comes fast enough. You said, “I miss you!” And it rushed past, instantly. Running into heavy bulls and thick red llamas, olives growing green instead of black, and roses that a little girl wears in downtown...
A Message to Young Contrarians on Tumblr: The...
thenoobyorker: I am disappointed that some of the more liberal tumblrs, or that anyone, has a problem with tumblr bravely changing the color to purple. Furthermore, it astonishes me that some of you would compare this, a much more taboo subject and one that has only within the last month garnered heavy support, to the breast cancer awareness movement in any form. No one would argue that breast...
Sketches in Restoration
I find my resolution in acknowledgement. Impressions of dedication and fully lifted complexity. Chimes, Broken glass, an ascension. Because moonlight sits on our windowsill and accountability is only sustained by misery. A faint, faint, faint, hint of blinds that breath deep trumpets and wrapped lighting. An end, a movement, a longing. Once it became labor intensive, music took itself...
De La Soul - I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)
too much attention
ndnick: undertheskysoblue: ndnick: I don’t know how to handle it!!! This is one of my biff’s tumblr. He has a thing for awkward girls, and especially if they’re Korean. I have a thing about being awkward around girls, especially if they are cute. I don’t know how to “mac” on people. It is hard to find people I genuinely like. I LIKE EVERYONE EVEN IF THEY ARENT KOREAN! ATLEAST I DONT HAVE...
serpentskirt: I am a garden of earthly delights. I am the apple you would fall for a thousand times. - Diane Lockward
Picnic! Picnic! Picnic! Picnic! Picnic! :3
adailyriot: TEN THINGS EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT RACE Our eyes tell us that people look different. No one has trouble distinguishing a Czech from a Chinese. But what do those differences mean? Are they biological? Has race always been with us? How does race affect people today? There’s less - and more - to race than meets the eye: 1. Race is a modern idea. Ancient societies, like...
The Kneeling of Water
Once, in thundering completeness, in awe and fear of the dragon’s mouth, I waited as it kneeled to you, the scent of The Virgin still lingering on its breath. Glinting daggers repeatedly carving wooden replicas of still life moments. Once, in simplified designs, in compromised dreams and sacrificed ideals, I kissed you. And we laughed as we kissed! We laughed knowing that in...
A child is one of wonder, a justice to enamored waves, sweet roses that taste of blooming. Not a commodity or investment, but an accumulation of heaven, an ascension of light that mimics our voices, and a memory that refutes the collapse into shivering.