Poetry, Uncategorized

The Dreamer

​Years flew

To a far away land

And your incapable soul

Laid right here

Dreaming gold mountains and silver lakes

You talked

With that demonic mouth of yours

Shallow lies

 that I took for blue skies and rose petals

Let me free

I did not wish for this

Remove your captivating arms from me

My heart called for you


This body was never yours

Poetry, Uncategorized


Faded marks of existence

occupy this, once upon a time, home.

Walls scrape their edges

as you sit here tearing at your skin.

Your rotten mind holds thoughts

and this house cherishes all its memories.

Dear love, run from these monsters you've come to know

before the hourglass runs out of time to give you.

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Art as a Form of Escape

This is soooo accuratel

The Politics of Writing

The classic problem of people hiding from their lives and retreating to art has fundamentally changed within the last few years. The typical portrayal was some slightly disillusioned child preferring to read their stories or paint a picture than go to class. This concept is littered throughout popular literature and film, but hardly ever captures the real situation that we are facing. I don’t think any reasonable person would object to a child that wants to spend the majority of their time reading or painting, mostly because we think of this as classical art. The major art forms we see today are radically different and therefore require a different analysis.

To any common observer there are two depictions of modern art. There is the contemporary abstract form of art that we all love making jokes about, where there is always some deep meaning to jumbled up colors and tin sculptures…

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