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| Poetry |
| The Shell the outershell how we look how I want to portray me surroundings...the glitter, the glamour the beauty the power of the female body the waist the lips the hair the cosmetics or skin what are we trying to hide how did I get here I love myself Fuck it I hate this I love the attention I want more. |
| Human Ashes Onto this paper I draw Two figures of the past. Which look through the eyes of the present. They tell us of what was and what will be. They are created out of charcoal and graphite. The colors of human ashes and chipped cement. |
| "I keep these memeries and thoughts in my head and when I wanted to be heard this is what I said." |
| Performance Color Seeing them, wanting them, tasting feeling trapped wasting away, shifting them Perfume fragrance smells sweet when eyeliner is smudged Nonscense, think straight Pink the most envious color Transformation will they notice the cracks caked-on, incognito Burning for an audience Clap.... ....Shows over next viewing 3:30. |