Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Dimensional Illusion: A Poem by Ross Smirnoff
Into the window I stare and gaze into the sun.
I am nervous about the future but optimistic about life.
I've been allowed to live today.
When it can easily be plucked from me at any time.
There are greater mysteries at work.
I hold on to the hope that I have a purpose in life.
If only the void will show me the way, and rip through this dimensional illusion.
I am nervous about the future but optimistic about life.
I've been allowed to live today.
When it can easily be plucked from me at any time.
There are greater mysteries at work.
I hold on to the hope that I have a purpose in life.
If only the void will show me the way, and rip through this dimensional illusion.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Cave of Existence: A Poem by Ross Smirnoff
We would rather stare at each other through the mirrored glass.
A sign of our modern age disconnection from reality.
My heart is darkened by broken hope.
Temporary moments are washed in a bath of poison broth.
Yellow damp skin is unwoven by seething heat.
Bones harden into desperate cries of echoed dreams in the cave of existence.
A sign of our modern age disconnection from reality.
My heart is darkened by broken hope.
Temporary moments are washed in a bath of poison broth.
Yellow damp skin is unwoven by seething heat.
Bones harden into desperate cries of echoed dreams in the cave of existence.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Basquiat, An American Icon
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
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