Little prince

Pile of people, family, incomplete, the tuba, we, desperate listening to it- and to each others heartbeats, feel my head on your back? I rest on you and spread my fingers that feel so very webbed on you. You carry my sorrow for some moments like this until our train arrives and I separate myself from you and we leave the tuba man behind. You say that felt good. When I ask how, you say my head felt good "like this," and you take your little hand and graze over mine to show me, and I realize how little you need from me. 

photography by Vlad of VKphotography

Pasta dinner with music

 I tell myself, to stay, stay through this song, and through this next one too,  swallow this lump, every lump, no matter how bitter or how much 

I want to cough up my innards. 

photography by J Clark Images

Touch by proxy

photography by Vlad of VKPhotography

Sojourn to nowhere

Shattered and full of trepidation of the long, long road ahead. A road that they say one must take, but as everyone knows but won't tell you, the road inevitably goes nowhere. You know it too.

photography by Vlad of VKPhotography

Great expectations

We are waiting for so long for what we don't even know. We just think- it will come, and it will be ok, when it does. We wait, as we chop the carrots for the soup. We wait as we take our kids to their playdates. As we sit at home staring at the turned off televsion screens. In bed, we wait staring gazing at the ceiling. Sometimes we venture to our balconies and look at the moon, and then we still wait and wait. And we are thinking it will come. And weeks pass. Then it's months, which turn into years. And it's so heartbreaking, this. 

Photography by Dan Smith - thePhotosmith.com

Enslaved

A cold sweat you feel, in every moment that you are feeling

And you want to apologize to yourself:

"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry"

"I am so sorry I can't take care of you, I just don't know how"

You don't even know how to untie your own bonds

You watch, imprisoned by yourself, as you as you are forever perishing 

photography by Rob Randall

Unglamorously yours

photography by BillH/StickyKitten

Deterioration of the patient

Photography by Dan Smith - thePhotosmith.com

And she was left behind

photography by RCrucial

It's so quite.

inaudible nearby thoughts 

they fall from me in muddy mascara tears on a white pillow to prove they were here

they form Roschach designs for me to interprete 

photography by MrLouis

Fear of sadness

the bed, the television on its dusty bureau, the drapes, the stained carpet, 

the scratched glass dining table, the floral overstuffed sofa

the way my back eased on to the covers; 

softly, slowly, trusting

the musty everything

photography by ImagZen

Princesses from broken down palaces just shouldn't...

photography by Ben Fernon

Godspeed

take one final view, this is the last time i give words to you, pulling my knotted soul through my throat 

i am still bleeding olive oil from where the bow is lodged

but i am finally bowing you out of my malady

do not come back here please
as there isn't anymore of  me to see
or words that are
for you

photography by Ben Fernon

The Light Side

Photography by Ambercool

The Dark Side

photography by Max Black
co-art model: Cake Knife

"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go." e. e. cummings

photography by TLGee

He walks over to me and lowers me by my shoulders to the floor. I don't dare close my eyes, it is too beautiful. There are flowers from the broken vase everywhere and shattered glass surrounding our flushing bodies, mine soft, and his tense and masculine. I am getting dizzy, I am feeling lost. I do not know where his dimensions end and mine begin.

photography by ImagZen

I don't know why nobody ever told me how to unfold my love

photography by TLGee

The Surrender

photography by William Thomas

Older woman with no wrinkles (not emotional) watches my hand wipe my eye. "You have a pair of shining eyes" she said. But that is a fortune cookie I remember reading. I can't squeeze it out of you. Having seen someone who has fallen out of love with you is unclean. Vacuum of warmth, suck me in.

photography by Phillip Wong

Why did you give us this terrible thing, whose intent is masochistic ruminating on our on our frailties?

photography & and digital art by Artografico

The inner default of selfhood has never been solved by love

photography by Tom Spianti

"The worst thing about being lied to is simply knowing you weren't worth the truth." -Unknown

photography by Rick Ochoa

Ghost to ghost

photography by Tiano

She read my story and said she can't see the main character's face, that's me she can't see, because I am being swallowed by the nothingness as it stares me right in the eye

photography by Neil Grant