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. //Of flawed souls and flawless skin// Dare you step out of the house
without flawless skin,
there are provisions for flawed perspectives only, mind you!
Look in the mirror.
JUST LOOK IN THE MIRROR.
Like you look at humans,
and not through them.
There you go!
Eyebrows branching out?
Deforest them, RIGHT AWAY!
A stem extra,
and you dismantle.
Those curves dare not be anything short of perfect.
Human’s tailor-made ‘perfect’! WHAT? You ain’t there yet?
Starve yourself to death, you fatso!
or stuff your soul till you’re no more skinny,
Wreak havoc on your inner peace if you have to,
to look human enough, you alien!
Fair toned? You’re welcome!
Dark toned? “Error: human not found”
To them, dare you say, “Error : Brains not found”
Make the lips fuller and more scarlet.
Scarlet, like the blood
that flows between heart and head.
No, you don’t have to have
a flawless heart!
The brochure just says
flawless skin, alright?
Ain’t it time to shut down the narrow minded partriarchal douchebags that idealize a certain body type and standard of beauty? Ain’t it time to stop being one? We, as a part of the society contribute in reasserting these very same standards, in one way or another.
First, who has set the standards for beauty? What is beautiful and what is not? Who decides? What are the parameters? Second, even if we categorize something as soothing to the eye, does it matter at all in life? Does it give us the right to demean people who don’t fall under our so called category of pleasant? Why do we think it’s alright to expect people to act in a manner that we demark as ‘acceptable'?
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Damn! Imagine sitting back vibing to some wine fine poetry, some soul touching spoken word and the runway being graced with exquisite fashion plus an open market to shop from. Now stop imagining....On the 9th December courtesy of the @fashionkillers254 the FASHION COUTURE AFFAIR 3 [ vintage Edition] comes to you. I attended the last edition and it was worth it all. Come through let's interact with young minds. Being black Friday there is an offer for regular tickets. Grab one and start your December in style. Visit the page for more information. You don't wanna miss this. 😎 🎬
Self Study: darkness.
Reflecting on the old Cherokee tale of two wolves where a man describes a war of two wolves within us all. One wolf essentially represents light and the other dark. When asked Which one wins he replies " the one you feed." Carl Jung called it "the shadow." In more or less words Jung expressed the importance of embracing and accepting our shadows instead of repressing them. When we repress the darkness within ourselves we inevitably project them upon other people and circumstances there for causing more suffering to others and ourselves in the long run.
There's something to be said for the people who turn towards their demons, for the people who don't cower within their own silence, to those who accept all aspects of themselves, and see all obstacles as opportunities to move forward.
To the death of my ego, to the salute of my shadow, to the torch of humility. -iAh
This week I’m talking about Disappointment, the third track on my album ElectroBloom. Around about the time I started composing the album, I was listening to a lot of music by multi-media artist Laurie Anderson. I really love her use of spoken word poetry and since I’d never incorporated the technique before into my own work, wanted to give it a go myself. So I put my sister to the task of writing a poem that captured the feelings associated with disappointment, and requested an extended intro to speak. Whilst I don’t have the tranquil, soothing spoken voice of Laurie Anderson, I did have good fun recording it and I think it’s one of the more interesting sounds I’ve produced.
Musically, I wanted to represent the big shift that takes place in the narrative. The album moves from being optimistic to becoming disillusioned and ultimately disappointed. I thought this would be best represented by adopting a more through composed approach to the musical structure, so I composed the melody quite quickly by recording myself improvising. I sung through the poetry, responding emotionally to the text and then worked and reworked the melodies until I was happy.
The rest of the song came together quite quickly. I once again I recruited the assistance of my friends Julia Lim and Carmen Teixeira to provide violin and cello, and had fun creating termite munching sounds by recording samples of me eating a carrot, interspaced with swimming strokes I had recorded of my husband and my own footsteps on wet concrete.
You can listen to Disappointment here:
and on Spotify.
Also you can purchase ElectroBloom through bandcamp:
as well as Google Play Music and iTunes.
/Can we sit? Can we talk. I don't say it has to be now and here, and I know our worlds will not fall apart just because we didn't talk to each other a day. But can we sit? just sit for a while. I know you're not mine, neither am I yours and I know we both don't want to either, I don't understand why it always, always have to be like this, perhaps the vicinity in which we go back to. We don't want to discuss heavenly matters or world politics, people around us for that matter or their thoughts. We can just sit and gazing stars, maybe smile a little whenever our eyes meet or when sometime we just start singing the same lyrics while Listening to our favorite songs. You tell me about the scar on your left hand which you got when you were seven by chasing your little brother or riding your tri-cycle. Because even if I say this is not the end of the world, or we won't meet again. I still care for these little things, things which made you, you. We can deal with the world later. The night would be all me, you and us.\
Picture Credit: Sharvani. .
Image Source: Fine American art.
She was there, silently sitting by the edge of the opposite table,
Exhaling those fumes of doom which wound around her like bandages soothing a wound.
Would she remember me? That lad who used to wait by her doorstep with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a wad of letters in the other which now lay in my cupboard in withered tatters.
They say never judge a book by its cover, but I'd say never a judge a book unless your fingers have traversed across each of its chapters.
Just like that one night when my ink stained fingers glided across her body.
Her moans were poetry to my ears,
Incomprehensible syllables slipped through her lips while I left my fingers of sin tattooed on the skin of her hips.
The liquor bottles in our room glistened with glee as it successfully freed another set of victims from societal boundaries of pre-marital confinement.
But was it worth it? The guilt of leaving her behind in a land of lament and torment has mounted to the point where I see relief through a joint.
What's the point?
I turned to grasp another glance of her.
She didn't see me, but streams of tears can never dilute a past of three years.
Oh lassie, I pray that you see a day of awakening in which this tramp was not worth a gram of the flesh of your hands.
I l o v e writing..poetry, songs, short stories. It comes naturally when I’m in the zone. The other day I was asked to randomly write a poem about being thankful...And this was my freestyle response, I chose to record it and share in honor of #Thanksgiving
Give thanks all day, everyday and I hope y’all enjoy. I’m new to sharing this part so tread lightly...”I’m an artist...and I’m sensitive about my sh—“😏😉
Happy gobble gobble day!!!! I hope everyone had a great day wheather you were with family or stuck at work like me. I'm actually glad i had to go in tonight cuz' the holidays make me feel gloomy at times. Might at well keep this mind of mine busy. Anywho, I'm just thankful for this new job, for friends, family, and my love. I'm thankful that God has blessed me yet another day & for giving me two pair of breathing lungs and a heart that's still beating. Happy Holidays lovelies !! ❤🦃
Sometimes I get in my feelings. Well ..a lot of the time I am in my feelings. 🤷🏽♀️ One of the reasons I don’t do holidays. For some reason it always puts me in a bad head space. Anyways, have you ever been completely invested in someone. Because maybe you’ve known them for years. Maybe you dated them before. Maybe you just felt that spark! Whatever the reason you were invested. The kind of investment that takes time and endless patience. The kind of dedication that you find yourself thinking I don’t even care if they have money, commitment issues, emotional issues. I CAN make it work. Because t h i s is real?
So, you’re faithfully in a relationship with their potential. Despite the flaws your love struck eyes and heart sees right through them to the good parts. Except maybe those “good” parts aren’t so good. If they were good would it leave you feeling so bad? Would leave constant wonder in your mind? ..Skipping to the end before the tiny violins start playing in the background. ** Be with someone who wants to be with you in all ways. Who wants you because of you, not because of what they can get from you. You are worth more than lies. You are worth more than wondering if you’ve done something wrong. Potential isn’t enough. It will never be enough. But you ..you are enough and deserve a human who knows that already ** .
Meeting someone can be fun, and being honest may seem right. But there are three parts here:
First. Your eyes meet. You try to find the right words. You want to seem interesting, yet unswayed, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. So you tread carefully, mindful that the bough you sit on is laden with the weight of those words. And any one of them may snap the connection. Even if you are clever and have a way with language, you are still doomed. Because the heart will eventually betray your thoughts, and turn them into the honest song your heart is singing. And there is no fool quite like an honest one when it comes to requited attraction. Second. You speak, with words, and you have chosen the right ones. You talk of small matters. Music. Books. Films. Dreams. The weather. Then you hold hands, and dance. This is wise. Because the both of you are smiling and moving to the race of each other's subtle understanding, and you are slowly learning the secret language each of you speak. You are beginning to grasp the meaning of each other's words. Third. Now you both understand. There is something delicate between you two. It excites you. You feel it growing, rising, becoming as strong and hard as the surface of aged stone. Then she looks down, and begins to laugh. -Anastasios Repousi
I’m grateful for the hugs and laughter brought by a family
That had a hard time holding hands
Grateful for the sunset that warms the soul of my city each day,
Before wrapping it in darkness.
Grateful for the shooting stars and blessings, the cars and opportunities,
Grateful for the friends that left and the ones that became family,
Grateful for smiles that keep me up at night, and daydreams that make me feel warm inside,
Grateful for the lessons learned and loves lost,
The pain and breaking,
Grateful to feel again..
I’m still here.