FIRST COLLECTION!

alchemicalinourworks:

so i’m going to be selling a kindle collection of all of the poetry that I wrote 2011-2012. it isn’t including anything on this website. all new stuff that you guys have never seen. i’m going be selling it for about 2bucks. i’ll be letting you all know when i release it if you’re interested at all. 

but seriously, reblog this as much as you’d like, especially if you enjoy reading my poetry. thanks, God bless and peace.

Oh, I’m so excited!  My favorite poet on tumblr is publishing a book of poetry!

HAha

Do not fear the conflict, and do not flee from it; where there is no struggle, there is no virtue. Our faith, trust, and love are proved and revealed in adversities, that is, in difficult and grievous outward and inward circumstances, during sickness, sorrow, and privations.

— St. John of Kronstadt (via kgrigel)

15 Apr 2013 Reblogged from kgrigel

Jabberwocky

by Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

— What a great example of how we can make up our own words and those words can still make sense within a context.  Language is incredible!

rfmmsd:

Artist:

Fabien Mérelle

“Pentateuque”

Wit Resin, Paint, Hair and Fabric

30” x 27” x 12” Inches

7 Feb 2013 Reblogged from rfmmsd
erbrujoamarillo:

Antonio Lee is a Brazilian artist with a thing for connecting people. 

erbrujoamarillo:

Antonio Lee is a Brazilian artist with a thing for connecting people. 

9 Jan 2013 Reblogged from erbrujoamarillo

alchemicalinourworks:

I looked for the God
In hallways, in cars,
In caterpillars with fuzzy noses,
In rain drops that echoed on
My car’s hood, in left over
Pizza boxes, in empty beer
Bottle cases, in love,
And in fine leather shoes.
He was not any of these places.
I found Him, sitting quietly
And whistling, soft as a lamb’s
Coat, in the bottom of myself,
Swimming with the self-loathing
and pain, like oil and water.

cuntented:

Realist oil painter Lee Price paints self-portraits of herself from an overhead vantage point, primarily in bathrooms while eating junk food. 

(via liu-lang)

24 Nov 2012 Reblogged from showslow

“Death of a Cyborg”, (2010) by Shorra
 The First Mourning, (1888) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

“Death of a Cyborg”, (2010) by Shorra

 The First Mourning, (1888) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

(Source: arrostia, via 2headedsnake)

24 Nov 2012 Reblogged from arrostia
narcissusskisses:

Gypsy Children Kissing, Esztergom, Hungary
by André Kertész, 1917

narcissusskisses:

Gypsy Children Kissing, Esztergom, Hungary

by André Kertész, 1917

(via 2headedsnake)

24 Nov 2012 Reblogged from melisaki