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My very random blog! I post just about anything and everything. Follows are greatly appreciated!

 

Red

herloveisbetterthanchocolate:

Red is passion and love and warmth

I see red when I see silky roses

I feel red flowing under my skin

A burning reminder of your lips caressing like the cool wind

I see silky roses

She loves me

She loves me not, sings the last petal

Drifting dankly to the dark dusty floor

Drifting like red red tear drops

Scattered across the the carpet like old red wine stains

You’re stuck

Forever

You’re embedded in my skin like a drunken, hastily inked tattoo

Tattoos of roses and lips across my skin.

I hate roses

But I loved them, only because I knew you did

And I loved you

Roses are so cliche, 

They say, I’m sorry, forgive me, love me, remember me

Remember me

Because to me you are more beautiful than the reddest rose

And whenever I smell their sweet perfume 

I think of you and how you smelled like home

So much sweeter

You could cry and I swear a garden could bloom from the love pouring out of you

She loves me not, written out for all to see

I hate roses

But I still have you tattooed all over me

oleukena:

Giving Up Is Not An Option
Steel, laquer, ladder, brush, paint bucket / 800 x 210 cm / Ole Ukena, 2012

The viewer who enters the exhibition place gets confronted at first sight with a situation in which the artist is about to finish setting up the artwork. A ladder, nails and paint are still on the floor seemingly waiting to be used. At second sight the sentence Giving up is not an option is surely to be read ironically.

The artist gave up installing a piece named Giving up is not an option and the work is finished exactly by not being finished.

 

www.oleukena.com

Afternoon

herloveisbetterthanchocolate:

I was walking along a long dusty road, at a slow dusty clip, minding my business, when all of a sudden, out of that scarlet sky, two beautiful lovebirds flew by. Their plumage was iridescent and reflected the sunset of the hot hot afternoon. And they flew with such grace dancers would have cried until their eyes were as dry as the tall summer grasses lining the endlessly long dusty road were I was minding my business.

I was walking along, minding my business, when out of that scarlet sky I found your beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were actually miniature planets, galaxies, iridescent like a lovebirds feathers. Swirling with wild fiery sandstorms. Sweeping away lonely travelers minding their business. Eyes that were as warm as the tall summer grasses along that hot hot dusty road.

But your eyes turned out to be lies. They weren’t really planets or galaxies, but black holes that swirled with vicious thundery storms that tore through souls. Sweeping away lonely travelers minding their business, who just so desperately wanted to see the sky and stars again. Eyes that were as flat and cold as my own. Eyes that made me think of that long, long lonely dusty road.

Her Love is Better Than Chocolate

herloveisbetterthanchocolate:

Love is a box of chocolates

And sometimes I feel like Pandora,

Lifting the lid of sweet sweet temptation.

Never knowing if this one will be bitter and brittle,

or just kinda hollow in the middle.

But her love is better than chocolate.

Sweeter than silky Hershey’s

Finer than tiny grounds of cocoa

Powder that dappled her nose like,

stars strewn across a milky sky.

Nestled amongst chocolate galaxies.

A laugh fuller and richer.

Too much sugar

The kind that makes my knees weak

My heart miss some beats.

Better than chocolate 

She has sweet in her skin

And I can almost taste…

it was on the tip of my tongue.

But I think it melted away,

Sat out too long, sitting in your sun

Afternoon

herloveisbetterthanchocolate:

I was walking along a long dusty road, at a slow dusty clip, minding my business, when all of a sudden, out of that scarlet sky, two beautiful lovebirds flew by. Their plumage was iridescent and reflected the sunset of the hot hot afternoon. And they flew with such grace dancers would have cried…

stammsternenstaub:

ivy-and-twine:

Rainbow Hair Porn

(fromsmallviletosuperman-the third picture)

I’d love to do rainbow hair one day. but ugh imagine the upkeep…