Tag: communication

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant…

old fashioned.

I’m going to get all Carrie Bradshaw with this one and talk about relationships and love in 2016. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trapped in a perpetual state of horror and confusion on most days. I am supposed to be lumped into the…

landfill heart.

My words Impenetrable to the unfeeling Lay to waste Within the landfill heart Where things go to rot. My hands Empty to the nothing Grip the rope Bound to the landfill heart Where things cling for life. My ears Hear nothing of sentiment Lost…

wild animals.

We humans think we’re so much different than animals. That our intelligence sets us apart, puts us above them. But that’s a lie. We are no different. When you strip away all the capabilities that make us human, dilute us down to the bare…

the truth about lies.

If you’re a chronic liar, lying happens as easily as breathing. No effort required. I would know. I used to be one. I could bullshit my way out of anything. I could morph into anyone you wanted me to be other than myself. Along…

conversations with my tattoo artist.

Tattoo sessions are hours spent between artist & client. Between the moments of silence, drown out only by the buzz of the machine, conversations happen. I’ve found my perfect tattoo artist. His presence is minimal. It reminds me of a calm before the storm. His voice is…