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vs.

The one who doubts in love is cursed to fail in life. No one knows this more than most of all. But I’d rather have a soul on my own. Tomorrow we’ll decide. Tomorrow is better than never, right? What do you say? I will always need my own place to bleed, you said you need to slow down the speed, of your life..what a strife!

Since I’ve been your number two and you’ve been my second choice, we fly on the clouds of our bitter oblivion.

 


D-Day

What common sense?! We break everything up to love and hate. And I miss him in and out of every dream and he cannot even sit silent, he only screams. For our minds have never been clearer. I could never have anyone dearer.

Than you.

But I was facing the future with my back when I came here. And I stumbled on my heart just to fall right where I needed to be, far away from my past misery.

James Flames

by James Flames


selcouth

We are at the end of time. I scarce too many lives, but I don’t want to be a repeat of the fool I was before. The pills don’t work anymore, unexpected things happen and I cannot know the weight of my life until I free myself from all those things. Into the more I am now, I will never go. I have never encountered anything as desirable as you. But I am bound to break my reflection in your mirror. You are the pure elitism of my biggest fears.

 

Margarita Georgiadis - Tutt'Art@

by Margarita Georgiadis

selcouth – unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous.


everything

We are here not endlessly but carelessly. It’s all a trapped energy, a secret never known. All my thoughts I tried not to share, you make them come out, but I can’t say that you care. I’ve been in you before.


a note

Outside their frame, is where they concentrate the blame.

But it is never the same, when you know the wheel is not spinning.

It is you that I am calling. I can’t have it all on my own. I need to share – every silence, dream and stare. You cannot be compared to anything that I ever needed to beware. I would give you every piece of my share, just promise me that you will meet me there – where every sound is heard loudly and every word is spoken proudly.

Now that I’ve met my recompense, I am still speaking in past tense. My memory is a clear mess. You taught how to play this chess with broken figures. But it is your tactics that I never figured.

 

‘Regal Twelve' by Alexia Sinclair

‘Regal Twelve’ by Alexia Sinclair


need not

He needed not clear his heart for he knew what was inside of it.

He needed to clear his head.

She tried to help. But

her words left only rehearsed and the meaning was not meant to be accepted.

‘If that’s what you want’, she spoke, ‘well, you can have it. I don’t want to sail against high tides or fly in a windy sky.’

And he let it all slip.

The way it never was.                                                                   March 2014


bite life before it bites you

Bite life before it bites you. And then smash the consequences, kill Life’s pride and show it that you are against it, and you are stronger than it appears, wiser than it seems, smarter than you show, and you know how to love more than anyone else in the world. Show life what it means to be wild, untameable, furious because of your pride, show it what it means to burn with passion. Despite the hurt, against it all. For you are your own saving grace. You are your own island. You are your own sea. You are your own sky. You are your own magic. And nothing and nobody can take that away from you.

March 2014


You call yourself a writer? Go write then!

You call yourself a writer? Go write then, don’t complain about the lack of inspiration. You want to be a writer? Then you’ll have to sacrifice something, your love mainly…Be prepared to be rejected, ignored, don’t-minded, underestimated, looked down to, only because you are truthful and sincere in your life. In your life…what about your writing? Truthfulness, sincerity…your dignity and pride will be totally, fully demolished before you could realize how well you can manage them and how much of them you, in fact, possess. Your head will hurt, your heart will decay but not from the lack of love, from the lack of understanding. All that before you reach that point in your life in which you understand that the most important thing out there is yourself and your art capacity. That your pride is the tool to succeeding consistently and your dignity masters your every act of succession. These two are in a sense of self-respect. That’s all you are, all you ever were, all you’ll ever be. But it is not enough to know it, the key here is to realize it, to feel it in your every bone, to let it rush through your blood and exit you in the form of words. Written, spoken, whatever. All words are art.

But before all that could happen, you will suffer big time. You will be numb, tired, distracted, uninspired, broken, lost. You will stare at the world through only one point of view, and that is lethal for every writer. You will not know what to say, you will not know how to say what scratches your insides. You will not have confidence to use words as a medicine.

                                                                                February 2014

 

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Attack on soul

Just don’t hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me. You left the room with my candles still burning and your thoughts yet mourning. I put on your smell and lit a cigarette. I didn’t want to let us both go to waste. Linger on. Fragments. It was all so so nigh but we played each other goodbye. Rudely honest. Full Moon. Half Life. Sleepless hours. Only lights. There was the kind of shit from our fragmented past that we kept behind our teeth. We guarded it, not to interfere with the totality of our common present.

Richard Avedon,  The Comforts

Richard Avedon, The Comforts


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