Category Archives: Surreal/Beauty

Substitute for anything

I’ve committed to a religious self-examination of my own ego, and while trying to appreciate the world around me, in my observations of the self, I’ve had a demi-epiphany, semi-insight, and an all-around, general realization, which may come as no

Substitute for anything

I’ve committed to a religious self-examination of my own ego, and while trying to appreciate the world around me, in my observations of the self, I’ve had a demi-epiphany, semi-insight, and an all-around, general realization, which may come as no

Short, Sweet Dreams

I had discovered beauty in the world before waking from a dream, and in an instant it was gone from me. And by the evening when I lie down to sleep, I feel myself grasping for the edge before I

Short, Sweet Dreams

I had discovered beauty in the world before waking from a dream, and in an instant it was gone from me. And by the evening when I lie down to sleep, I feel myself grasping for the edge before I

Let’s Fly, Let’s Fly Away; Dream 9/17/2014

Come, Fly with me to where the Earth curves, a horizon interrupted by undulations of the dense, fluffy condensation of the clouds. Let us bow our heads towards the Earth and giggle at the expanse of our shadows across mountains.

Let’s Fly, Let’s Fly Away; Dream 9/17/2014

Come, Fly with me to where the Earth curves, a horizon interrupted by undulations of the dense, fluffy condensation of the clouds. Let us bow our heads towards the Earth and giggle at the expanse of our shadows across mountains.

Everyone leave me alone.

I want to eat you. in big bites long savory licks. Your sweat smacking between my lips, Your flesh pressed against my fingertips, skin indented after hands have left sharp, sunken crescents. Let me lick you off my palms. Let

Everyone leave me alone.

I want to eat you. in big bites long savory licks. Your sweat smacking between my lips, Your flesh pressed against my fingertips, skin indented after hands have left sharp, sunken crescents. Let me lick you off my palms. Let

High Noon Hot

Let me lay in hot grass At the time of day When the ants won’t prey. When the sun will warm my bones and darken my skin and I am nearly naked laying prostrate to allow the rays to penetrate.

High Noon Hot

Let me lay in hot grass At the time of day When the ants won’t prey. When the sun will warm my bones and darken my skin and I am nearly naked laying prostrate to allow the rays to penetrate.

It is Summer

The dry sky. Cloudless. Not a single, frozen dew drop. Not another color beyond the blue, besides the hot, white Sun. I am told it is, in fact, yellow. But I won’t stand staring at it in argument. Going blind.

It is Summer

The dry sky. Cloudless. Not a single, frozen dew drop. Not another color beyond the blue, besides the hot, white Sun. I am told it is, in fact, yellow. But I won’t stand staring at it in argument. Going blind.

Cold Rains in Summer

The rain first came in droplets. No. First, it came in charging dark clouds, lined up shoulder-to-shoulder like soldiers. Heavy with their hydrologic cycle, much lower than the bright, light clouds they moved under. Then, they began to rain. and

Cold Rains in Summer

The rain first came in droplets. No. First, it came in charging dark clouds, lined up shoulder-to-shoulder like soldiers. Heavy with their hydrologic cycle, much lower than the bright, light clouds they moved under. Then, they began to rain. and