Harlem By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
Roses are red and violets are blue. die, bitch. “To the Girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road; I swear to God, I’m not a stalker.” It’s not that I don’t love you more that I can’t remember where I end and you begin. I love…
baby when ever you play your love music, baby your notes lick along the lies others have told, and it’s rough like the tongue of an old black cat girl, but i know you mean to heal me, baby and you do, it’s just i wish you were a little more pussy and maybe a…
This is also the third of my Influences series that features photographers whose work has been a inspiration to me as a photographer. For more on Dorothea Lange, see part 4 of our series on The History of Street Photography. Dorothea Lange (26 May 1895 – 11 October 1965) was born to offspring of German…
2011 1982 teardrops from a blind eye winter awoke to the sounds of shrill crying and decided not to leave a child with familiar hunger mouth searching for a withered breast spouting mother’s milk long-since soured and turned to powder teardrops that stream from a blind eye form miniature waterfalls roar over brown cheeks dash…
5/21/2010 I was never an artist. Not I, no sir. I was too busy being an obedient sycophant in pursuit of the American dream that my handlers convinced me was my own. When my childish heart beat a syncopated timpani to the strokes of my pen, I did not sing its foolish rhythm. While wanton…
“Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess” — Aesop Rock, “Daylight” *Editor’s Note: I am attempting to allow…
National Gallery of Art, West Building, Washington, D.C. “Pondering” Detail of “Saint Sebastian” by Tanzio da Varallo “Lady Photographer Leaning back at the National Gallery West” “Two Creepy-ass Children” No, actually it’s “A Prince of Saxony” and “A Princess of Saxony” by Lucas Cranach the Elder but they still creepy-ass kids. “The Square of Saint…
click “play” then read. (For Mariamor) if i’d listened to my heart … in the days when artistry crept, a humid dawn over my wooded life that startled me awake and i remember it was like falling from a dream after a mosquito-infested night. i rose, heard the bass in my head, and it sang,…
Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
I cannot speak to you, because I am mute. I cannot touch you for I do not have hands to caress you with. My skin is beauty incarnate, Though it is cold from years of forgetting, And dirty from the dust of an unfamiliar land. You…
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