I wish I could say that I love you with all of my heart, but the truth is
I love you with all of my parts
I love you with my big toe
I love you with my elbow
Shit, I love you with my earlobe
I love you with my head
Roses are red
Violets are a blue-ish hue
I like you one a level that two mammals under the influence of hormonal impluses can like each other when liking each other is a prerequisite for mating and further proliferating of species
I’m a hopeless romantic, I know
And I know that the answers are inside me but I have to ask
Can inner children be removed by c-section, tortured for the answers?
The thing is I smile when I remember the 12 year-old who preface every love poem with “When I was a kid…”
And I love you with my bleeding heart
I wanna know if this thing can fully un-glue ‘cause you have my atriums breaking in two breaking in new breaking in new heart
And noose is not just a knot
But you are just as art you lovely, ugly, stunning psycho
I mean all breathing things will rot so allow me to decompose you a poem:
Roses are red
And lately I’m blue
And lately I’m blooming
I love…
I love…
I love…
You know you’ve gone off the emo deep end when when you can confuse last night’s poetry with Taylor Swift lyrics
And I love you with my hips
Which do not lie
I mean, I really like you
You are so fly
I mean, what I’m trying to say here is that you had me at hell no
And I love you with my heels
For you I translated one of Shakespeare’s love sonnets into digital code
Check it out:
01010110 010110 01010110 010100
And that’s just paraphrasing
This is a love poem to the one who always lets me back
I’ve been trying to find my place
Walking these planks for a decade but ask me about my stage fright and I’ll tell you that it was disgusting
But the frog in my throat ate the butterflies in my stomach
I spit the frog out, took the leaping and started trusting
I’ve spent so much paper fitting verse to strange chorus
I don’t know what I messed up first, My socials skills or the Rain Forest
Dear Dictionary:
I don’t wanna make out with you once in awhile, I wanna roll you around in my mouth all day
This is an open letter to the four-letter word and every one of its brothers and sisters
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Thank you for the reading
It’s time to get a walking
You’ve been right there for so long
I’ll let you do the talking
companions in origins: we will follow the warden through fire and darkness to save ferelden
companions in inquisition: we will follow the inquisitor through tears in the veil itself to save thedas
companions in dragon age 2: we will follow hawke because we love hawke. hawke has no idea where they’re going and sometimes we’re just standing still for long periods of time while hawke thinks of a witty comeback. oh okay we’re following hawke to the tavern i guess. is that guy pissing in the street? we love hawke
Much of the draw of Hegarty’s work is in its initial shock, yet rather than just a bunch of plastic plants manically pasted to an unremarkable painting, there is a thoughtfulness in the mayhem. In her last exhibition at the Nicelle Beauchene Gallery in 2010, Cosmic Collisions, Hegarty took replicas of famous paintings and crumbled them as if they were entering a black hole, and this natural mutilation in “Figures, Flowers, Fruit” is also conscious of what it is destroying, giving exaggerated life to the still lifes, which were painted to convey vitality through tranquility.
In different ways, all three exhibitions are worth spending time with, to let your eyes pull your mind beyond that first impression into the intricacies of the art, where details and perspectives that might otherwise have been overlooked suddenly emerge into consciousness. Source: hyperallergic