Katherine Blackwell
Pressures Of The Non Blinking Third Eye
"I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful."
— Unknown (via ilhawa)
(Source: venebelle, via mentalalchemy)
What being a Father means to me.
Little boys with water guns
have no honor
squirt and run
semen donor
had their fun
and that is not a father
I propose to redefine
the face of loving father
provider, defender
regardless of gender
watchful at all times
Father means you were there
Being Dad means you cared
The single Mother
or older Brother
who clenched their teeth and beared.
I have no children, but I know enough to see that being a father means more than possessing a pair of testicles and the ability to shoot your nut margarine into a uterus. Think about who was there for you most consistently today. Who taught you to ride a bike, or catch a ball, or spark a bowl or what-the fuck-ever? Today is for them.
(via iliveinarocketship)
Bull’s-eye
Teeth are arrows
Quiver of lips
Shape like a bow
Pull at the tips
Shoot me a smile
You’ll never miss
Go out and practice on strangers every day! It won’t take much work before you’re a flawless marksman. Don’t think about where your target is. See, breathe, release. :D
(Source: abelsunshyne)
It’s me, Mario!
The Bait
Panels of light hold you back
Channels of life mold the facts
Changes your sight to gold on racks
Things you don’t desire
Wile away your pile of days
Shrug and sway thru the guile of haze
While they say it’s done this way
I’ll take my chances with fate
Crock of bile from crocodiles
Mocking reptile, tear damp smile
Mark your dial, here comes exile
Oxen riled pound the aisle
Goring all who stand in the way
