bevlycharles

Dali



Not Dali

shes speaks, i walk to her
she complains, so i do what she says
she speaks, i put the covers over
and speaks, as i air the sheets
same stories over and again
same dreary disappointments
same angry feuds
same stories over and over again..
now shes asking, i dont know what to say
shes asking, i pretend i didnt hear her say
why are you like this, its like your not human anymore
mommy i just want to watch tv, i'm going to miss the ending

they crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that im alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home

my toenails arch back and up as if waking up from a long deep sleep
they separate from the flesh below most habitually
my fingernails start to follow and soon her still, perfectly intact set of nails
all 20 of them, are perforated through my face chest and sides
i lay there
transfixed,
waiting for the inevitable implosion
waiting for her to act on her supremacy over me, drawing back her hungry claws.. dragging parts of me with them. tugging prying till nothings left, animalistic.. done so instinctively like out of carnality
bare flesh exposed to the open air, more than bare flesh
Nugatory proven




"Oh, what is my repentance ! Oh, a flute is not worth all that ! Despite his cries, his skin is torn off his whole body; (..) his naked muscles become visible; a convulsive movement trembles the veins, lacking their covering of skin." (Ovid: Metamorphoses, Book VI, verses 386-390). This is how Apollo punishes Marsyas, the satyr who dared to question the superiority of the melody of the divine lyre over the worldly sensuality of his flute.

No idea what im getting myself into
When you fall you get up
& when i do

Woke up today and and punched the headboards of my bed for breakfast
& had the usual strip me down fuck yourself in the mirror as a side

Most days i speak back to me, most days i am objective
Other days its not i whose speaking to me, other days there is absolutely no objectivity

He is He becomes He Is mine
Why did you say that becomes why did you say that to Me.

Emotions are exaggerated, rationality is obscured.
The truth, bent.

Reacting to externals not because of the result of love, but fear.
Fear of diminishing, fear of.. feeling like nothing.
Doing anything that replenishes that ego, even if it means being nothing to be something momentarily.



I heard someone say " there is no I in we"

War on the other side

Close your eyes and ill count to three
1... 2... three... Now open them

those you should be closest to, you are
because you no longer levitate above feelings of immense compassion while watching a so-called loved one in tears
your heart recognizes and your minds finally found ground, for the first time
floodgates you've built over the years have been demolished to pieces after being dismantled bit my bit by introspection
your perspective on reality is now closer to how you look out those eyes during temporal highs and grasp the beauty in all that exists.

incomplete,
distracted, quite distracted, distracted
i like this picture, the feel you get looking into her/his eyes... picture composition within your peripherals , small vulnerable tits, random cack, the dog, i like this picture makes me feel quite naice, quite wrong and bad, which only makes it feel naaiiccerr. arm/back pierced corsets and a daggers amiss but.