Bandages
I was starting to forget youBut you came slithering back.Relieved at first, I thought You had forgotten me as well, And you tore off my bandagesAnd watched the blood come rushing.Why did I show you my scars?I wish I didn’t see yours...I thought you had found someone who would tie you down instead.Not me, I have no chains,Only bandages.I was ready to forget youWhen you came crawling back.What ar...
Used
Your fingers play a melody on my bare fleshMy hip your phantom pianoBut the song remains hidden from meAnd you forget that I am hereYour lips crush mine, teeth scraping my neckMy body a thing to pour your lust intoBut your eyes remain closed to meAnd you forget that I am hereThen we lay in the light of your phoneMy back for you to rest your hand onBut your thoughts remain blocked from meAnd you...
Dwell with me
Our journey is complete, obsolete The time for me to go has comeWhat does the future now become?Dwell with me about whether or not i’ll returnI love you, you love me but the distance will hurt like a gunThrough our chests it will pierce, stay strong I tell you but dwell with me, I need youHold me for as long as you know timeCherish me as precious as a dimeDwell with me on whether we’ll be fineI...
I can feel you in my breath
This is a series of illustrative bookart I created to pair with a recent piece of prose I wrote during my time in isolation. “Sinking beneath the surface of the nightThe sky and the ocean meld and split apart again,Indecisive lovers,Soft skin stretches across jutting bones,You pull your fingers through your hair and stretch upward, The long arching shape of your back,Casts shadows onto the bedr...
La douleur
My heart aches with the emptiness I hold for you. This temporary idea of life, makes me want to snatch away every drop of breath and lock it away in a jar. The hollowness of this unusual feeling keeps me up at night. I wonder if only someone came back from the dead to confirm what death is all about – If we could finally grasp the idea of it and proceed with the grief.– Shey. A
“True Feelings”
⠀That’s really amazing how differently people perceive and see the same things. I’m always interested in hearing about what meaning they see in my artworks. Well, in this one some say broken glass is a way out of delusion or murky prospects, others see fear of reality in the eyes, meanwhile my original idea is completely different. I’m eager to know your thoughts as well, so would you like to ...
grotesque
lying in bed trying to get some sleep is when they like to creep and stare at me. utterly horrifying they will be. staring me down, getting ready to leap. feeling them staring me down, makes me weak. thoughts running through my head frantically. why do they choose me? Every night! Why me? everytime they're there, stalking, i could shriek. they are skin and bones; no eyes, and no nose...
what does it mean?
what does it mean?; those with a foreign tongue an ocean awayan invisible barriercompared to you,i feel inferiori scream into the noiseas your voice it sungyour stare met mine briefly your oblivion stungi smile fondly at your faceon a digital screenwhy do i feel this?what does it mean?i just want to feel youbut who’s ever come closehow can i forget youwhen i can’t let you gof.kr
Heartache
I’m familiar with the pain Of when you look at that person with adoring eyesOnly for them to look at someone else I’m familiar with the pain Of that slight stabbing feeling when someone you loved Is with someone elseI’m familiar with the painOf when someone rejects you,Twisting the knife further into your heartI’m familiar with the painWhen someone you thought was your friend Stabs you in the b...
Nebula
Do you hear the wolves? They call me. Whispers in my ear that summon to an abyss, ‘You cannot stop the shadow’ they say, ‘With every sunset we will return,’ Return to what I wonder? All that remains is a wasteland, Where once meadows bloomed, Death resides, Carving his name into the very bones. Do you hear the wolves? I howl. I fall blindly into shadow and smile, ‘You cannot stop the light’ I s...
Speak
I speakBut I haveNo tongueIt has been tornRipped from meAs a lace is pulledFrom a shoeI was tongue tiedA pretty bowI could walkBut no moreI stumbleAnd stutterAs one could stutterWith a smileOn my faceGleaming teethLike garnetsToo little too lateSmileHelloLips stretchedOver clenched bonePearls dyedPrettyWords flowLike ink down my chinBut onlyI know theLanguageMy neck is the canvasJackson Polloc...