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I never knew people lived so beautifully.

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Deprecation

Silk silhouettes and lace braziers

The yearning for bloodshed thickens

Sharp edges cutting deeper into my anatomy as I chase the high of reality

Purging my pain from within

False prophets in static noise

Filling the voids of our minds with bittersweet poison

The taste so rich with hypocrisy and mediocrity

It coats my tongue like molasses

A voracious society

Starvation of nations, ethnicity appropriation, racists hating races

Weaponizing words to conquer egos

Wars based on idealizations that man created

The real history excavations

Sobbing endless dry tears

The crippling weight of inevitability

Somber songs erect heinous thoughts

Intrusively intrigued by expiry

Ending in a crescendo of insensitivity

I can take no more.

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Paper Cranes

(An unfinished poem)

Paper cranes on billboards

Night drives on city streets

Fires burning our lungs as it torches the palm trees

Late night movies at city walk

Scream on the silver screen

Phoebe Bridgers on the stereo singing

“Baby, it’s Halloween”

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something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

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Tonight, I laid on the rooftop silent

Staring blankly into the night sky

Suppressing every inevitable tear that stubbornly arose

I felt the weight of a thousand thoughts as they laid heavy on my mind

The tears came and went… and came again

I stared at the stars

“Why do I feel such deep impossible things?”

“Why do I let them destroy me?”

Aimless speech projected at a mere ball of gas adrift in space

How easy it must be to feel no pain nor emotion

These hardships are burying themselves within me

Imbedding deep into my being, forcing me into submission

I resist, but reluctantly fail every time

“When will I stop hurting?”

“When will everything just stop?”

Rhetorical questions with an easy answer:

- Pain never goes away, it just gets easier to manage

- It won’t, and even if we think it will, the universe begins again with our eyes shut

//I’m just a little more tired everyday I really don’t know why//

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I just want to feel love again

In the simplest form

A lover

A friend

Someone to care for

Someone to care for me

A hand to hold

A warming embrace

A poem

A song

A painting

A home

All in one beautiful being

I just want to feel love again

And not be so dreadfully alone

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Current textiles project, can the grotesque ever be beautiful? #mine #textiles

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The only apparatus required for happiness, is your pain and fucking going outside

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Samarra, Iraq   National Geographic November 1999   Michael Yamashita

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