Newest
Iron CurtainsDaddy, how dare I tell you You flew here on a lie Stand fiercely on this concrete piled earth Where most still struggle to breathe When you nearly suffocated, chest pinned beneath thatIron Curtains
Iron-red curtain
Your father's patients trapped, wheezing too,
coughing up the indigestible crimson consequences
of an x-ray machine confiscated in the name of the people
I burst clean and white American from no such bloody womb Though a socialist intellectual from Denver once read the Magyar in the way my eyebrows arched And at twelve I scratched at medicine cabinet mirror to excavate
by ~redcoatseveryone
Maybe It Is The HeatMaybe it is the heat That has drugged me to the ground Fostered the festering sores At the corners of my lips Swollen my tongue and clenched my jaw Knotted my neck and depressed my headMaybe It Is The Heat
You are a boy of laughter Mischief-talk and music Thoughtfulness and poetry
But this is the fact and the fact is this:
You are a mutant now. Something is rotten in your very bones, and we can’t seem to extinguish it
without extinguishing you
I know not if I already mourn your loss I wonder if I could care for you just a little bit more &n
by ~redcoatseveryone
untitledSee, I’m a bi chick I like attractive people, any way you slice them But we’ve sliced this bread thin as my flimsy attire If my papers read femme then I strip my identity when I go to sleep at night Pull up the covers and erase my disc space (I guess that’s what dreaming is) And when my eyes flicker open like two striated colors-of-the-primary-rainbow epileptic computer screens the next morning and my dresser drawers fall open and hang off their edges heavy with tangled clothes of color and mess I plaster butch on my billboard These advertisements change overnight Painters zuntitled
by ~redcoatseveryone
ScriptureThe picture is grim down here There’s a lukewarm wind we don’t dare lean into Cuz god knows from where it blows no we don’t know from where it blows Us perishable earthlings Holding our breath Like our eyes grasp their tears Like we clutch our purses when shady, toothless characters draw near Terrified to let go of our heavyweight toxinsScripture
We don’t want to let go of our heavyweight toxins Like a fetus sucks up alcohol and keeps it To carry its mama’s original aldehyde sin with in utero and out We’ve got an unbridged split between these
by ~redcoatseveryone
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: San Francisco
- Interests: sodomy
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, Amelie, Ghost World, Tsotsi, Little Miss Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: Nirvana, Bikini Kill, Pink Floyd, Sage Francis, Bad Brains, Blackalicious,
- Favourite genre of music: any
- Favourite artist: Frida Kahlo
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Favourite style of art: shit bag
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: who really gives a fuck?
- Shell of choice: i like drinking gasoline from the Shell Station
- Wallpaper of choice: duckies
- Skin of choice: dead.
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria
- Personal Quote: Sanity is not statistical.
- Tools of the Trade: handcuffs
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
its thea!!!!!!
how are you!!!
email me or aim me please!
--
this world is a blank canvas where everyone has left their mark
wheres yours?
and he asked me what you were
and I said you were Daria, but I didn't know who that was..
and he goes..
"AW DARIA IS DA SHIT!"
Just thought I'd let you know.
--
I want to be on you like a numerator over a denominator.
--
I want to be on you like a numerator over a denominator.
--
check it: [link]
hehe
--
I don't really think I was dreaming. Why would a baby dream of rape?
-Kathleen Hannah-
--
I want to be on you like a numerator over a denominator.
i fail. >_<
--
I want to be on you like a numerator over a denominator.
--
You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
-Michael Pritchard
--
I don't really think I was dreaming. Why would a baby dream of rape?
-Kathleen Hannah-
--
You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
-Michael Pritchard
Previous Page12Next Page