Are you supposed to sleep with your muse?
a compilation of things that make up an online sketchbook, and stuff.
7.08.2015
Between a state
of disappointment,
convinced
I've done it all
wrong
By the images of others' lives:
travels and brunches
in parenthesis I notice I don't have thick skin after all.
On a note I've scribbled, "you are capeable," I put on my cape. Is there any one out there, trying to able alone, too? You plucked yourself over & over from your family tree: did you break the branches blindly and heartily push them down your throat? Have you had to say, "you don't want me," without tears? Break hearts to protect yours, and anyway; rejection letters don't feel as personal anymore. "You're able! You're able!" I know they visit when you're gone. They, too, get ownership-- for it's in their photo of that spot you used to love to get tea nearby. But you can't get mad, you're still discovering, too.
You live in an orange house,
in burning walls, you've lost hope and had to pick each piece up yourself,
You haven't crushed a glass here yet.
In this quiet room, you've called out for love.
And you're loved, despite your kitchen and poor means.
of disappointment,
convinced
I've done it all
wrong
By the images of others' lives:
travels and brunches
in parenthesis I notice I don't have thick skin after all.
On a note I've scribbled, "you are capeable," I put on my cape. Is there any one out there, trying to able alone, too? You plucked yourself over & over from your family tree: did you break the branches blindly and heartily push them down your throat? Have you had to say, "you don't want me," without tears? Break hearts to protect yours, and anyway; rejection letters don't feel as personal anymore. "You're able! You're able!" I know they visit when you're gone. They, too, get ownership-- for it's in their photo of that spot you used to love to get tea nearby. But you can't get mad, you're still discovering, too.
You live in an orange house,
in burning walls, you've lost hope and had to pick each piece up yourself,
You haven't crushed a glass here yet.
In this quiet room, you've called out for love.
And you're loved, despite your kitchen and poor means.
6.20.2015
Sometimes my mom and dad have advised me to be cautious. But my foundation is built on being daring because of how they faced the world while we were watching. "Show your teeth, Arijana. Bare them." Regardless of how little currency was in the bank account in various moments of my life, my belly never felt empty. They ensured to instill a different kind of hunger in me. Who cares if you lose it all. Lose it all, then! It's like being thrown in to the air-- high, high, higher, and having the courage not to look back so that when the blanket catches you, you feel the soft cotton and appreciate gravity for bringing you down one more time for the chance to look up, and convince yourself that you were flying.
6.16.2015
6.13.2015
i button and unbutton you,
ha ha ha, i push yours--
you find my M-spot and I curl back, how do you say; i died laughing.
i make sounds.
then carry me! care me care me so good, put a toothbrush in my mouth, i know you're saying words but i hear your echo "The best way to think of Basil, is like a flower," and oh my god, i'm into it.
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