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Briefest of GlancesIt was just another outfit in a fashion show of love. An inspiration, admired and flawless, that died, With just one stumble, one timeless career ended. Turn to drugs love, they offer a Liberation.Briefest of Glances
by ~nins
Your Little PerformerYou won’t let this intensity be real, The intensity of rising notes in our tragedy, Our one hit wonder in the world of romance;Your Little Performer
And we’re going to a mournful demise. Potential wanderings you don’t dare take;
A shame taste and then you choke me out.
Am I even in your spotlight? Are my auditions enough for a leading part? With dignity I’ll accept what you give me As a backing singer, chorus member. Do you not want me to shine through? Your entangled producing confuses my lines.
It might be so sweet to be hurt by you, For then you’d hold a heart worth h
by ~nins
Genius and BodyMutilated by misfortunes and warped From contusions to the genius and the body. An insult to antecedent intelligence All poise abandoned in the flight. And being dependent on affirmations From outwith this intuition.Genius and Body
Crying over a retreating posterior, Unable to unthink that it was the last, The final, the great escape.
Empty genius and despondent body Witlessly crying at actuality.
by ~nins
SurrealismSurrealismSurrealism
To liberate the unconscious mind, The Surrealists created the irrational And the fantastical with body and substance: Dreamlike images and subjects Representing feelings in their work, they put Abstractions onto canvass. A portrait of subconscious experience. Supernatural notions represent an incoherent mind, A trance-like view of the suppressed ideas, Escaping their cradle, seeping From eyes and hand. Like blood, their passion slowly erupting And blooming their lateral conceptions.
In Dali’s work, “The Meditative Rose”, Everythi
by ~nins
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An Emergency CircusEmergency CircusAn Emergency Circus
Humming with electrical energy, We’re gyrating our hands, knees and hips. Riding a post post-modern revolution, Mesmerized by our own sick reflections. It’s inappropriate to the very extreme, An emergency circus for the frustrated.
And it’s all we ever dreamed of; destroying things. Scratching the rain from rainbows with our teeth, It’s weird, it’s mint. It’s apocalyptic. We’ll blow the flecks of colour in your eyes, You’ll see stars, tripping on our chemical rug. And we’re all you ever wanted, desired, stole.
If you spoke our c
by ~ScaryFairy
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- Current Residence: Glasgow, though I be moving soon to a place where I'll be invisible, broke and unproductive
- Interests: moooosic, writing, reading, spending time with my beautiful people
- Favourite movie: my goodness - it depends on my mood!
- Favourite band or musician: fav musician - Flea from the Chilis, I want to be that good & ooze funk. With bands I cant choos
- Favourite genre of music: I can be into just about everything - I like what I like
- Favourite artist: My friend Gill - I love what she does
- Favourite poet or writer: far too many of them too
- Favourite game: Spit! or word games for long distance car journeys!
- Tools of the Trade: my wee notebook, pens, my brain if it feels like turning up, music helps too at times!
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