ARTIZENNE

• 2010-09-26

  Symbiotic

  She screams in frustration as she tugs at the membranous persona that clings to her exterior. Wrestling with the slightly formed shell, she reminds herself that it is not truth, it is perhaps her desire to impress, her defense against the new and unknown—a method to keep her intimate universe safe and echoing with solitude. In her fearful attempts to connect she merely renders herself more isolated and alone. The dark slick twines around her throat, deepening her voice, filling her with words only half her own. It sticks to her skin, a suctioning force built of habits so long ago formed. Her words weave a spell, an impenetrable defense. Who can enter a mind so protected, so sheltered by bricks of its own making?

  It feels dangerous in it’s verisimilitude. It is easy to forget where the mask ends and the self begins. Ever regenerating, it is the disguise that won’t be cast aside, a self-aware symbiote, ever learning as I do.

• 2010-07-08

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• 2010-04-29

  I wonder, if perhaps we all

  Have our moments of summer

  Those times when we love so deeply

  But never see its return

  Perhaps this is the meaning

  Of the humanly cunundrum

  And the heart that is still beating

  Beneath my brittle sternum

  No rhyme can sum this feeling

  Into words and cadence measured

  It is but half a puzzle

  It’s solution never found

  I’d give you hope and answers

  If  I had them to but offer

  But alas my soul is weary

  And grows dim with my reflection

  Perhaps love is but a feeling

  A moment without measure

  Before the truth is ‘er revealed

  And our brief lives have been measured

  So I’ll end this poem though ‘tis fleeting

  And it’s measure is surely lacking

  Hold on to love when you find it

  And don’t look back

  Don’t try to understand

  Just clasp it tight

  Just be gentle enough not to lose those grains of sand

• 2010-04-19

  PoeticArtifacts: 9 of 30

  It’s 2010
  And I wonder who will save chivalry….
  Ladies…….
  I’m looking at you
  This is the time of equal opportunity
  and 3rd wave feminism
  I could use a princess in shining armor
  to pick up a tab on occasion,
  hold the door for me
  save me from the obnoxiously drunk girl
  who wears her life’s…

  Source: poeticartifacts

• 2010-04-16

  I have painted over the windows of my house

  No light enters through the windows’ pane

  The dangerous comfort of my home

  Remains hidden behind the blackened stain

  Scratch away that old and peeling paint

  Its lonely purpose does not serve me anymore

  It remains but as a vestige of resistance

  Awaiting those who enter through the unlocked door

• 2010-04-14

  

  therealkatiewest:

  Have I posted this before? Who knows? Who cares?

  WANT.

  (via sisterspock)

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  There is nothing left to express

  That can be said in words

  This book is closed

  The ink in my veins run dry

• 2010-03-19

  

  (via loveyourchaos)

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• 2010-03-17

  Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

  — James M. Barrie