We are all artistsSometimes your mom asks you if you’re alright. Sometimes you’re very unsure of that question. Sometimes you know the answer, other times it swallowed deep in a dark pit so the only answer that comes out is “Yes, I’m fine.”
You know your mother is worried. You can see the guilt in her eyes as if she’s done something wrong. You wish to scream its you and it isn’t her. She asks you if people at school have been bullying you, she asks you if there’s people online, she finally asks if its her.
You know it isn’t her. You know its you.
My name is Viktor, in the second grade I was that lonely weird kid at the playground. I was new and knew no one. Back then kids would say anything they wanted about the new kid as if they weren’t another human. As if they couldn’t hear you calling them a pig, a ginger snap, inhumane things that just made them ball up their fists.
I have a severe fear of blood. In fourth grade, during my state tes
Untitledthey say i should be a model :
olive tanned skin ,
moist brown curls ,
dark eyes .
but they don't see the scars
hidden under my ribs ,
my fingernails ,
a clock inside my
stomach counts down the hours ,
my navel the turning point
of a long lost compass .
tendons pull together cobweb
strands of feathers ,
patchwork wings grace
my shoulder blades .
urban scrawl , too many
damn lies crisscrossing ,
carving your kisses into my
[ in your dreams ]
i sleep on my side
bony knees ,
thin shoulders ,
stand tall so they won't
the weakness inside
i wrap my fingers round
your tongue , crush it
like glass —
i love you doesn't taste
pretty anymore , now
does it ?
wandering , choking on
fool's love ,
a doe-eyed dreamer
down on too few people
and up to too many .
satin grinding in my skull ,
wickedly long eyelashes
and an upturned nose ;
i avoid mirrors .
my feet are planted
on thin air , head in
the clouds with g
lotus bloom, mental health mind's eye
she wipes the chalkboard clean,
ever so slowly:
listen to the pan flute
play its melodic whistle
the zither, with its spirited hum;
the sparrow knows only the dawn
as the mist hovers delicately
'neath its snowy peaks, and lo
the cherry blossoms come
Yes Today (Yesterday)Yes Today (Yesterday)
yesterday, yes today,
yes yesterday, yes to the day,
yes always, yes to all ways.
that was the intro.
meet the(e) introduction,
induction into my psyche,
psych me and read me
it was nice to me(e)t you
yesterday, yes today
my two (e)y(e)s s(ee)
i wondered what it was
you (tri)ed to say
and it stayed too
till the (four)th day.
fifty, fifty, (fifth) day,
one hundred and fifth day,
i met you 104 days ago,
divide by 4 to get twenty(six).
and as each week passes,
on the (seven)th day,
we’re severing step ins
to stop on old steps
we already walked along
and along the long walk away
we realized all along that
my yes today, was yesterday
my yes to the day, was yes yesterday
my yes to all ways. is not always.
Our experience...Our experience and chosen perspective defines ourselves, not what we want from life..We each egotistically react to relative momentary opportunities and situations, which then define and determine the success and progress of our long term ideas or goals..Why do people always try to control the effects of our causes, instead of simply managing their causes? The process of interaction is such Cause Process Effect..If you don't like the effects, you must manipulate the direction and force of the cause to change the effect, then repair the damage done..Those who repeat the same action expecting a different result are logically insane, or seriously misinformed, ignorant, and arrogant..
I just.. don't care!
I just... don't care!
It's me who is filled with imperfections.
Impurities.. yes those too!
My heart, my soul, my body are just too weak..
Temptations? I fall for them easily.
I am just rotten deep down inside.
Find myself so unworthy of God's grace.
Undeserving of his love and mercy.
I am no one to judge.
Neither am I here to punish.
I don't live under the fear of Armageddon that the world will end tomorrow..
or worry for, whether I'll end up in heaven or hell..
I am no one to call any fellow human a 'Sinner' or 'wrongful'.
I haven't been given any right to decide about anybody's life or personal preferences.
I do not own any religion or belief.
I just don't care about how others live....?
How they look...?
What they eat or wear..?
What color his/her skin carries...?
or sexual preferences....... ( I am very much straight!!)
All I know is that I have to mend myself.
Correct my rotten insides.
Repair my anger.
Truly follow what I believe.
Hold on to my faith.
Try my supe
The Secrets of LifeI dance with insanity
Giving up my life in the afterglow of reality
It will always be the same
We are born.
Greedy demons who cry for more
Cry for what they are unable to yet express want of with words
Attention. Love. Food.
They cry and cry and cry
We cry and cry and cry
Greed is in our DNA
To want all to our own and no one else
Possession of what we feel is ours
From the air in the world we were just birthed into to the milk of our mother’s breast
It is ours, and no one else’s.
We grow quickly
Curious cats who know not when to stop
Sniff for everything we know we do not know
What is life? What is love? What are we?
They dig and dig and dig
We dig and dig and dig
Curiosity runs in our genes
To discover the secrets of the universe
Find everything this amazing Earth has to give
From the protists that hide in our waters to how far the ozone truly reaches
We search until it is found.
We die slowly.
Wise beyond the years we gained
Listen to the absurd chitter of our baby birds
Unspoken Wordone night you came to me in my dreams
tendereyed fawn, a
gendertied dog who’s learned to look upwards
keeps an eye out for silhouettes of high birds
against a milky smogged sky,
so i’ve heard
but you were subtle,
baby leaves sprouting under mulch in my mind,
palesoft stems that grew into vines;
you bear a fruit that’d hang on for some time
stuck inside of itself, turning its body to wine
"if you want to get drunk
you should have some of mine,”
My CosmosI have been told by multiple people that I am the smartest person in my family, in a world full of college educated straight a students I am believed to have the most potential and the highest brain capacity. And yet they expect me to do nothing more than raise children and keep a home. There is a disturbing trend that is appearing throughout society and that is that we have finally accepted that a woman can do more than have a child but they are expected to drop their field of expertise once they do.
There are brain surgeons and astrophysicists, doctors and writers inspiring thousands of discoveries only to be expected to stop when there man decides it is time for a child. When I have children I will decide if I need to leave my job because I want to not because it is expected of me. We have come so far yet we are always going backwards, people do not understand when we say that we want more, to give someone only a taste of freedom is torture.
And you may say that men do not think lik