For the Jacobsons
4/8/2012
We can travel
to our fate’s chosen
by chance hidden
differing destinations
and never get home.
We could walk Destiny
forge our paths new
never to stand again
toes deep in old soil
and ever leave here.
Like the needles kiss of
a great tattoo or
the scars of recent
black powder taboos
this house, this family
has changed our souls
refreshed and renewed.
No matter where I might go
or how the world might change
Whether Pierre’s nuclear devistation
or lasting monuments creation
these marked moments
as a house stands forever
within a great many memories
inside my hands and our works.
I love this family.
Moon and stars, you were our end
the day took us apart, our ambition
A separation, as autumn is different
from the spring, you are as strange
to me.
but the time for sleep was our life
for I breathed the smell of your
time, the beat of your heart was
the rhythm of my dreams, you
were the hours my being lived
to hold for the night;
Stars you promised peace,
and you kept it, my being wrapped
around the eternity of the universe
a cold woman, desperate for me!
The beauty of sleep, not alone
but with the promise of Eternity.
Help me prove this to my friend. Reblog if you wouldn’t care if your partner was trans.
(Source: kylie-the-bookworm)
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light.
“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
Always reblog.
Beautiful.
I’m tried of it.
I’m tired of the complaints without action.
I’m tired of the words with no meaning.
I’m tired of heart breaks without healing.
I’m tried of the trite words you degrade yourself with.
My life sucks, so the fuck what? My heart is broken? Fix it.
For the self serving words, I’m sorry. For the million tiny excuses, I apologize.
I’m taking my world back, and I don’t care if you know it. For the last time, I’m going to scream into the void of the internet for attention then hide behind anonymity.
And honestly? Go fuck yourself Jon. Heal.
Video Game Minimalism Prints - by Joseph Harrold
Joseph Harrold has always created Minimalism art but he has recently released some new video game prints, check them out and can you name all ten of these video games?
Available on Etsy
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