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THE RUMPLED
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therumpled · 4 years ago
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therumpled · 4 years ago
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KEEP THE CHANGE
The executive curses the streets against the grain, infecting affections while uniformed in synthetics of authority as nurses' eyes drip off and run through the overwhelmed streams of overcrowded hospitals.
We are buried by machines, then give us nameless wooden crosses and there we are left having only earth and sky as witnesses of who we were... it's the change from an age when the weight of bodies isn't worth as the weight of nickel and warlike possessions.
In the morning we have our coffees meanwhile the news tell us an updated count of casualties, in the afternoon we try to distract the absences, but at dusk we go through a sleepless state.
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therumpled · 4 years ago
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https://www.instagram.com/madame_butterfly.collage/
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therumpled · 4 years ago
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5AM'S
Living despite
Leaving behind
Carrying over
Avoiding it
And failing
Wallowed in
And ghosted by
A bitten past
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therumpled · 4 years ago
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dead night empty road what is this
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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ROAD
The sound of the wheels in friction to cold asphalt
The sound of the winds through the windows
The silence of the mouths
The noises of the car
Maybe a book
Maybe I pick some songs
Not to play, but to remember
Sometimes to remember makes it feel more than the senses
Hasty voices while passing gas stations
Workers poring over a lost staring
Wide gestures detailing words
I leave it all behind
I'm back to the sound of the wheels in friction to hot asphalt
To the hollow ambient and to the air conditioner
The mouths at last speak
The car dies at the curb
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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Dawid Planeta (Poland, 1990) - Jungle animals from the series “Mini People in the Jungle” [digital painting], 2018.
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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BIRD
All the flaws got my face stamped to be someone to hold.
Lying down on sheer sheets, up to rumpled comfort, churning out wetter ways to go on.
Cracking no good among and inner a seat at the curtains.
Tastes bold to light joy, dream and an watered, clean-cut, dissed black bird self.
Truth comes gathering all my flaws... to teach me how to be someone to hold.
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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“You see things; you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?” — George Bernard Shaw
art by ©Dawid Planeta
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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FISH
Don't be...
Sorry is for the ones who no longer stand for their faults and still can remember how to swim against the guilt inside the guts, to flow through the streams of the bitter winds that regrets blow, to send away deepest sorrows to those controversial tides of the sentimental hurricane housed in their bodies.
So don't be...
Sorry is a state of self consciousness... and you are lost.
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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Dawid Planeta. Polish artist.
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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GREAT ANIMALS
Stuck in a foggy dream.
Skyscraper sized animals look at you with glowed eyes demanding the long late sleep into the deep sea dreaming mattress, a comfortable place despite its volatility from where you can get food out of mother's stove, that thing ruled by a satellite made of petrified love dust.
Stuck still in a foggy dream.
You are searching for firmness in the stillwater, digging joy to find happiness, stirring the structures of your thoughts to open the slots of the universe. Through this asleep odyssey you just got yourself struck by the feeling of self pity that belongs to hell, and you know this has been catching you for far too long. Oh that's the cue for the awakening but the weight of your body keeps you down the mind... way too down to say goodnight.
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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WEARING OFF
My face at the wall
My eyes at the sun
My sight at a landscape of untouched peace
It feels good in my daydreams
Like cold breeze throughout a field of palms
Through my hair
I am woken
Shaking
...in mind
...down the paper
Tired by my intents
And believings
Trying to look fine
I AM woken
Finding my gestures into b-side terms
Hiding and showing joys
I need a pause of being
I need to move
I have to change my saints
...while I'm woken...
I need new rituals
A minimalist faith
Something closer from comfortable
Some stage far from judgments
I keep a saying
I'm still a soul blind
I am a blank page
Praying to old words
Talking to a past version of self
Feeling sinner
Taking uncountable baths
To wash away
...lovers
...memory frames
...sense of duality
...my missing note about an warm time
I tried aspirations
I tried men
I tried nothing
With my body at the bed
And muses from high seas
I'm out of my own hands
Maybe out of life
Or only reflecting
I don't know
I AM WOKEN
I'm waiting
On blue
Thank you all that made me
But it's time to...
Wear off
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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Do you laugh while screaming, is it cold outside?
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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MAW
Search a fear too deep to unleash wounds in the shallows of your skin
So they can be aware of themselves to slip a way to your withered lungs
To your best fingers
To beware your mourning sun
You are not that bold, I tell myself
I feel missing something but there's no tongue to spell it
I call it
On my way to the poetry
In the ways of the paper or even by the typing screen
...I see...
Crosses among clouds
Above the river of salt
Bringing a bridge between home and hotel under setting suns
Opening nights by painting skies on pastel
...amidst a ceaseless noise...
I feel alive because I taste it all
But I lack names for its colors
So I can't see through its beauty
And all I can have is a bitten body
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therumpled · 5 years ago
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Pt. 2, Lucy Rose
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