An excitable, impulsive young thing
With the mind of a woman and heart of a child
She rejoices, then despairs, for nothing
Her mind is powerful and her caged heart is wild
In silence she hears the world singing
And she listens with a skeptical smile
Wondering if, in fact, it is screaming
Her thoughts freeze her still for a while
Tomorrows arrive sunny and leave snowing
She greets and farewells them with eyes veiled
Her hope is that she’s steadily growing
And the woman will protect the child.
oh the words that bubble inside me like a cauldron of molten blood
i can’t spill them for fear of spilling them completely and causing flood
for months they have been stirring, they look disgusting and black like mud
i cannot write these words anymore, too ugly and dehydrated of love
my hair hasn’t been washed in a few days
my legs aren’t smooth and brown and soft
my nails are bitten and bleeding a little
my teeth are coffee-stained in places
my arms and legs are scarred and snow-white
my skin is ghostly and tinged with blue
my body isn’t as slim as I would like it
my life is boring and dull and sad
but these are just facts and its not all that bad
I just love
SNEAK PEEK: CHAD KOURI + MARGOT HARRINGTON by anne42
Image above: The abstract painting was once the work table of local painter Nick Butcher, one half of Chicago’s premier screen-printing duo, Sonnenzimmer. The little yellow reading chair is the newest addition to our home, making this corner of the bedroom a cozy reading nook. Still looking for a little ottoman and a delicate floor lamp to complete its functionality. The large yellow painting on top Chad picked up at a “fire sale” of painter Derek Erdman’swork. Its unprovoked and arbitrary “fuck the man” statement is where the initial attraction came from; most of the art we have acquired over the years instills this same feeling of unrestrained joy when first seeing it.
(Source: pienoy)