Night Choir

Night Choir

Night choir,

Songstresses of the dark,

Serenade with your warm melodies.

Soothing screech,

Piercing hum,

Smooth vibrato,

Harmonize with the lights—

Twinkle, fade.

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1 year ago
“Palestine,” Acrylic, Watercolor, & Paper Collage On Paper, 2024

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A visual commentary on the U. S. government’s involvement in the genocide of Palestinians 🍉


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1 year ago

Untitled (warning: death, trauma response)

Dead horse, what have you done?

Traumatized into complacency,

Sat down,

Allowed to continue the charade.

Bloated carcass,

Needing to decompose

To nurture something—someone—anew.


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6 months ago
Your Art Is Amazing For Learning How To Stylize Features! (It’s Gorgeous Regardless But I Thought I’d

Your art is amazing for learning how to stylize features! (It’s gorgeous regardless but I thought I’d share what I’ve gleaned from it.)

Don’t mind him being pastel. I color coded the steps haha.

Oh my goodness!! I LOVE this!!! Thank you so much, glad my art is helpful in some way! 🥰


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1 year ago

Love

Touch me.

Caress me.

Shiver the dust from my bones

And patch the rusted holes of my organs.

Quell the drought of my valleys,

Ushering in the wildflowers and honeybees.

Breathe life back into this old clay

And make me whole again.


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1 year ago

18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)

Blow out the candles, darling.

You might make it to 18.

After all the nights crying

Through gritted teeth.

After the day you thought

That if you killed yourself

Their lives would be more pleasing.

Congratulations, darling.

You’re almost 18.


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7 months ago

after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)

Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.

Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,

Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.

Chiseled hands over carved wood,

Sinew-plucked strings.

They would never draw blood.

Winter is a minimalist,

Warmed by our roseate love,

Thawed anew.


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