Author Archives: Fresh Hell

She keeps sunshine

 

She keeps sunshine
Like hard candies
In her shirt pocket.
I eager to see her
Because she always
Shares a ray with me.

 

 

 


 

Two more things:

1. I’m going to go on vacation to England next week! I might not post. If I don’t make any promises, then I’m free from responsibility, and can spend the whole time dead drunk on the floor! Just kidding.  I might still schedule some posts. Just don’t be upset if I don’t respond or exist.

2. Have you read Lille Sparven yet? Have I mentioned her before? I don’t remember. Read her stuff. She’ll make you laugh, then break your heart, or vice versa.

http://www.lillesparven.com/2019/05/really-disgusting-things.html?m=1

3. I love you all. Stay classy, Internet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

On Chopin

 

What does it take
To write like Chopin
Seamlessly blending two voices
One steady, one light but sad
Complement, overlay one another
Right and left hands
High and low
Yin and yang
Together expressing
The integral beauty, and tragedy, and beauty in tragedy
Joy and laughter that it is to be human
It pains it pleases it pauses
It hits highs
It goes lows
Together, but separately highlighting each other

Negative space                 Emphasises

One voice holds, the other can be heard
Once the other is heard it becomes negative space
For as long as it repeats the same theme

Negative space
Deep breath

All of the pathos
None of the drama.

Feel it hard
Say it light.

Gently
Makes for delicate work

Patience

Then it builds, builds,
To a crescendo
Like everything in life
It will die
But it makes a valiant last effort to survive.
Everything dies.
Even the beautiful.
Especially the beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

The Watch

 

how does it feel
to be real

I have disassociated
outside of reality
a spectator of the self

I see you humans
I play human games
I laugh a human laugh
but underneath this face
all chill mechanics

can you tell
the light is broken here
only an automaton
this heart won’t budge
this watchlike brain goes
click click click

still they laugh
and play their games
and I watch
no matter what happens
all I can do
is watch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

Life is an atrocity
We are angry we are shocked
Life is graceful
Spiderweb lines

We weave
Symbolic sounds
We weather
Whatever together
We sing so silly
We write so weird
Whenever we pleasure

To make a beautiful thing
Out of something sinister
We cling to it with desperate hands
But with no meat on our bones
It slips through
Our skeleton fingers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

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