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Superhot

You must ignore
Instinct

And be ready to
Think about what’s
Next to do

Can’t snap
So we wait
And think
Where we’re going

We need a moment
Of peace

A respite

In any fight
To look around
And think
About what’s right

How to live

Bullets fired
Punches through
Knives cutting
Air to you

But you must think

What’s best?

What move can
Let us continue

A collective of
Atoms working

Biding time
Superhot
Until we find
The answer

Which exit?

This exit
To end thought

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Hot Snow Pile

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Show with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/60; ISO-400; 53mm. 5/28/2017 4:38 PM.

A winter storm at the end of May. Secretly.

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Edenabyss

I wanted images
Of eden

I thought I took them
In the mountains

But no, eden is in
An abyss of you

So let me be
A light defiant

A hearth to the cold
Walls of exposed bone

Your body an eden
Like a gothic lotus

Blooming from
Wrought iron gates

Rusting to a meadow
Of fresh dug graves

I can be abyss defiant
Digging in your eden

A place of solitude
And burning incense

And hookah smoke blown
Through indolent skulls

They’re the dancing dead
Dressed in royal red

Watching me explore
Your sublime eden

I...

Cavities

Cascades shield
A delicate vegas

From the cold
Now a stone jaw
With jagged teeth

Protects a tongue
Of heat
And dead grass

While it
Swallows the sea
In low clouds

Filed under: July Era (III)

Breeze

Before blooms burst
Mighty pines
Must shed rust
From last year

A wayward wind
That cools the face
And melts iron needles
From summer trees

Autumn’s grasp is here
To choke life
From the green

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Spanaway Spectre

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/14; 1/250; ISO-400; 29mm. 9/21/17 12:41 PM.

Like ghosts haunting the woods.

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Round 3

Fuck it’s a fight about
A poem about fighting

Fuck what I feel
You know who cares?

Not a one
Gives a fuck
About me and
My bad luck

Think I give a shit
About what I feel?
God damn what I am
Just ain’t even real

Motherfuckers won’t
Remember my bruised
Face and blackened
Bloodshot eyes

Hypnotized
And paralyzed
By a toxin
Poisonous rocks in

Your shoes making it
Uncomfortable to even walk
In your own skin diabolical
Clocks ticking time away

A vampire’s leeched your
Ego away
Your shield and sword
L...

Burn Out – Journal 10/14/17

Since the last few journals have notably included a lot of critique instead of personal details about my life I’m making a new feature on the website for criticisms! I’m not entirely sure what to call it yet, but it’s definitely up and coming seeing as I’m highly opinionated and need an outlet.

So that’s good, hopefully this journal won’t turn into a criticism of anything and instead I’ll just spiel about my life like everyone likes these journals for. That works, so let’s do it.

I woke up th...

Too Spooky – Journal 10/13/17

Hey, it’s Friday the 13th in October 2017! Let’s do something cool about it! Nope. Let’s be sick instead and read about urban legends, why don’t we. I suppose we could talk about horror! That’s always fun, to look at intention behind some art and see what it means.

Let’s go over two different kinds of fear, first. Physical: harm to self or others; and Emotional: psychological stuff. These two in tandem work to create masterpieces of suspense, pacing, and dread.

The Friday the 13th films deal...

Den 1.0 Ceiling Canvas

Beige paint splatters
On things that don’t matter
While I’m matting my hands
Because there wasn’t enough

To cover the ceiling
We were covering

Brushes weren’t useful
So I was spreading it around
With my fingers and palms
Like I had a phantom pain

Hoping I’d mark it up
Enough to cover it

Splattering a shirt
Sweatpants
And the watch
On my wrist

What better way to immortalize
A painting than to write?

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