Month: March 2017

wilts

I want to open up to nothingness and wilt away my feeling skin see it shed like feathers and be happy of it this is a metamorphosis flying with iron wings rather be a meteorite that can cause craters on the moon fuel the sun…

reinvention of a flower

what I feel is an aperture of sunlight sliding in from my curtains blue then silver then flashes of green; slants of gold in the morning light, my mind half-awake, feeling half-dreams and half-premonitions; tucked between loose blankets of my dream and reality not…

erasing pain

my heart has swallowed a large pitcher of sadness pre-summer days quote in heat and sigh in zephyrs like commas in a run on sentence — building up my bones like a house or a locomotive; both nano and steam evaporates through the lines…

lamenting friendships

I think for the past few days I have been feeling a certain alienation from people. People are not logical. This is something I have learned both the easy way and the hard way. But, this is not a treatise glorifying emotions either. Emotions…

Peripheral I

walking down the path exploring the stoned pavement clinking of my boots underneath tingled with my breath the night is vast and the sky vaster as I move along; trying to know the streets near my temporary home as if I am sewed on…

You within •

A surrealist night journey that makes mouths living stars and the thread of existence like the line of a smile awaiting some arrival – beautiful Mari strokes again =)

Saturday Morning Thoughts

Originally posted on mvitrano:
Is it egotistical for the writer to believe they can create something worthy of someone’s time and attention? (as if that’s even the point) To create little or vast pocket universes, alternate realities, that capture the imagination and transports the…

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