Where I bathe in glory
Forgive me for all the shameless, self promotion. For a long while I’ve wanted to make a compendium of my prose and poetry. It will mostly be a time-line of my initiation into knowing(sinning) adulthood(death) and love(lust). When I write it happens in an instant, most always inspired by an overlapping of emotional, drug-induced, reflection. It begins with a random phrase and I’ll...
from Letters to Ariel
Home is where histories begin. My home is full of hell and sin. Its this that twists me in the night, Words whispered in my ear— the right. [[[More from this series at byastranger.tumblr.com]]]
new(old) poetry on my other tumblr— taken from old emails where i first...– theoldlie @ byastranger.tumblr.com
FROM THE OBSESSION SERIES
You supress me. You lead me to fall. I am full of passion— Just not for your fuck! Each time you call me cold, I grow colder— You’re not my four leaf clover. [[For those who enjoy my poems—stumble upon my new blog byastranger.tumblr.com —a compendium of my poetry and prose]]
the pool players--seven at the golden shovel
We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. -Gwendolyn Brooks
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania) i think i’ve created a monster!
since i have dance class tomorrow i’m going to try and not get high after school. yes, i am still struggling with this addiction and am smoking a blunt as i type this. my brothers on probation now and you would think that would help me to deviate from this habit. no. today i took my bus out and drove around the neighborhood smoking this same blunt. its very exhilarating to break the law in...
I saw my psychic yesterday
The first card was the tower. “He does love you. It seems like you keep testing his limits, seeing how much he will take. Ahhh but the universe keeps bringing you back together.”
from The Congress Collection
I’m through with this love shit. Heart-ache and bullshit. Wasted time covering lies— Why live when you could die? So relaxed to call it off— Explain it all, Know it all. Fuck your knowledgeable proof! Too afraid to see the truth?
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier...– The Iliad, Homer
from the obsession series
Each year into madness I go— —surely its the ebb and flow. If I am what I create through art— —why the fuck is it my fault? Suspended in mid-dimension— —like a compass that lacks direction. Trying to be good when I’m not— —I’m just a woman from a different stock. Don’t give me love, give me loneliness. —but surely...