the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt
-s's.
A minor imposition I create, but I insist
it’s a habit that I can’t resist
what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory
like a sun,
like one bright sun in front of me
the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;
the dreams I might not have
ever discovered
-s’s.
With a psychedelic twang and orange glaze
luxury gold spraying through the years
discovered you like you were never really real
and learned the great ensembles of the past
A grand and tragic rampant pursuit of passion
-s’s.
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
before your afterlife you choose to be your own type of fire that could both keep you warm and torture you tonight
Motaz is 93% there to reach his gofundme goal
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.
anything to be as effervescent as this light
Now, screaming at the black walls
This is all I want and all I was taught
Wonderful things bursting at the seams
I wonder if anyone actually watches me
-s's.
-s’s.
While the wind carries the harsh fumes
to my mind, a stubborn message
and stubborn pride, I have
nobody to talk to about
all of this
it's nothing more, a hit or miss
starve my eyes before they cry
year after year they were in a war
delicate dark and black, give me no time to look back
-s's.