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sestdiena, 2021. gada 16. janvāris

You fucking whore.

In this little world of yours,

Mind being fucked, you beg outdoors,

The clear wide space and sweet impression

Of latent whores. Repression.

As you flutter like a butterfly,

Somewhere low, somewhere high -

Throw the bullets in the sky, bitch,

Kiss me hard. I'll bite.

Your words make mind to cum,


Soul wants to fucking die.



piektdiena, 2019. gada 18. oktobris

I am but a monster.

In this mist unveiling,
Through the hole in momentous feeling,
I am but a monster.
And time is my grave and my ceiling,
There is nothing the past can save,
There's so little the heart finds appealing.
And yet closer to candles I fade,
And last boat is already leaving.
In the sea of infinite feeling,
I am but a drowner,
And nothing is saved.
In this mist faunt and unveiling,
I confess,
My mind has misbehaved...


 

ceturtdiena, 2019. gada 11. aprīlis

Trip.




It feels so free and so crazy.
It gives me life,
When it's not there


And when I look into my eyes,
In the mirror,
All I see is nobody there at
To stare


Before my consciousness left,
Eyes tried to see,
What I wanted so much there to be


What I lacked and what I missed,
Those things,
That weren't in the life for me


What else could do the favor to,
Make me forget the problems,
Leave me with no clue


Drugs, alcohol.
Pills, razors, glue.
What did I see, what's in my soul.
What captured me that through


Was it the need for living feeling?
Was it the need for some more time?
Or was it someone I was lacking,
Forever to be only mine?


What's life for others,
Were the drugs for me.
All that had sounded in my head:
I never was. I never am. And I will never be.


And sun will capture me in head,
Hallucinating, pretending to be dead


But who was there to be with me?
When I was lost. But truly free.


Was that the happiness to be?
Was that what I should do, it's me?
And every question in my head,
Had answer -


Baby,
You are dead.




(Made approximately in May 2017., posted first in June 7, 2017 on facebook, but never got here. It has a deep meaning and theme - drugs&alcoholism. Let me get this straight - I have never used drugs myself or had problems with alcohol, but my empathy and my experience seeing close people like that is the thing that leads to this movement against drug using. This photoset is basically portraying in slightly different way the thoughts of a person who used drugs. And the lethal outcome.
The most important message to learn is - you are important and you are unique to Earth and to yourself. Stay alive.)
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Photographer: Dezembers Photography (facebook)
Model&edit: me.