dicht.es / dense.words

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73 Notes
the day is a circle

isas-bell:

now  smoking my last cigarette since you left my thoughts dead
-as an eidolon resurrecting out of the ashes i flick out  
hanging my head out the kitchen window
to not let the smoke in
looking at the ruptured horizon turning orange
not knowing how close or faraway it can be
or if this hole has gotten bigger
maybe it is just the size of a cent
as my nose does twitch
knowing you breathing
looking into another collapsed light.

73 Notes
the day is a circle

now  smoking my last cigarette since you left my thoughts dead
-as an eidolon resurrecting out of the ashes i flick out  
hanging my head out the kitchen window
to not let the smoke in
looking at the ruptured horizon turning orange
not knowing how close or faraway it can be
or if this hole has gotten bigger
maybe it is just the size of a cent
as my nose does twitch
knowing you breathing
looking into another collapsed light.

65 Notes
"there will be storms in africa
causing the red sands to be in the air i breathe
in berlins middle and everywhere
as then my pathetic poetic insides will think
- i can not inhale because of you,
but you are no god
that shovels sand in my lungs.
you do not."

i think about you too much but only stir in shallow puddles

69 Notes
a fools atlas - where flies get lost

you have the atlas of alienated milky ways
somewhere on your body, made of moles that
set nothing in order or in alignment /
ways things have become in all redundant yesterdays
 
tell me what has emerged of the distant specks
resembling one another closer than [a] g-d  
and that are not able to be picked up or drawn over
as i’d rather they grow together
like a limb grows out a wispy branch
 
with that nudge of hurt at the internodes
where the thickened part of sour swallowed
has turned to a bloody clot gaining weight in your veins
and a fly has gotten lost in a heavy breathing chest
as then i am

you so unraveled.

65 Notes
of the raw creating goose flesh by sunup

think of the phantoms of unthinkables
to wring out laments on pavement before rain
the sweet but sudden fullstops
tormenting the raspberry bushes to sprout fruits
even in the withered of fal-
ling faults and ordinary, 
the putrid and destructable and all the myths
combing at eachothers lips
how much love even those would seethe,
while the wasps will be eating you, permutating
the gild lining a wrapper of secrets
paused blanched at sight.

87 Notes
red herring or the prospectus for death

isas-bell:

this epiphany, i wean
and roll like a pea
between my fingers
feeling the faults like lapses
loathing over some missing tune
till numb has spewn its dull
in every weakling rainbow;
we cluster ourselves to death
in honesty, measured by the
weight of a word
and part as liars to each other

and it all feels black and white
as tears fall in red and
blood in shades of cyan
looking through you, an
anaglyph that i can hold
chromatically opposed,
lovable,
kissable for an instant
as my eyes adapt to the
absence in you.

/ a collaboration between isas-bell and redeactivated

59 Notes
a little pink wool dress / a mother can’t knit

i met an aunt
that was knitting next to a sick child
in a small room full of white and jade green tiles
and i watched her pull threads
and rivel up parts and do the same moves over,
over and again
and then she whispered,
she does not know what she is knitting
or why
but maybe it’s the last dress
she saw my sigh and my eyes fling
from the child to the wool
and for the first time i speak
and move my apathetic lips -

you do what a mother hardly could.

35 Notes
So I found this in the basement the other day. Some street artist in Augsburg, Germany drew me in 1999, I was 17 and had just moved from the U.S. back to Germany. 
Compared to my avatar from this year, I have gotten older but that is ok ;) I used to weigh a little more and the hair fit me too, so I might get my ass-long hair finally cut though!

So I found this in the basement the other day. Some street artist in Augsburg, Germany drew me in 1999, I was 17 and had just moved from the U.S. back to Germany.

Compared to my avatar from this year, I have gotten older but that is ok ;) I used to weigh a little more and the hair fit me too, so I might get my ass-long hair finally cut though!