Self promotion general I want to see /lit/ anons works, unironically.

down in flames
up in waves
the faux drama of this phrase
has stolen too many days
from my uncertain heart

I stare at the beach, at the blue waves sloshing and frothing mightily and lazily, so at ease with their power.
I see my past.
Childhood memories of salty green adventure, heart pumping with each muddy step out to open sea.

>>9090406
I stare at the beach, the blue waves sloshing and frothing mightily and lazily, at ease with their power.
I see my past.
Childhood memories of salty green adventure, heart pumping harder with each muddy step out to open sea. Excitement is here! Happiness is taking that every new step toward the conquering of primordial fear. A little war, waged in high spirits.

>revision 1 I guess

>>9090417
I like it
I think
>so at ease
works better. Conveys awe and respect.
Not a fan of exclamation marks though.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1HoteCg-XY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_IGO3Car14
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFf5R5gZVLo

>>9090932
subbed

>>9092204
thanks brother

>>9090394
I've seen this exact same piece in three different threads now, and i can confidently say that it's gotten worse each time

Cubist Self-Portrait

My I died
in fatherland
when Georgia
was invaded
by I cracked
among the star
less night the god
less night the wonderful
night

The planes of my face
fly off and crash
and I crash into I
and I crash and
feel the ground of
me and I know the
still point.

And I am pointless
and revolutionary
and turns in me
my Euclidianship
revoked reordered
and cubed into my
self who died when I
invaded I and I cracked
among the sky
and I knew the other I
and we spoke for a time

now see this see
stretching before we
and me and me and I
and we glitter above the
sea and crash against the
door and crack open the shore
and peek inside

let light dwell outside the wall
and pale the paint of mind
and peel the I’d of signs
of glass and cold enzymes

the chainlink fence I and I and
I and I make up in spite of
ghastly cracks among the night
in peerless little pricks of light
shining through the fatherland
of Georgia, where red mud
is ground, “Here lays where Mars
collide” where Venus light
can pull the tide, where every
thing does spin inside my mind

The green coast of lines and lines
is marred against the orange rind
the melts into the horrid time
that passes by in flight.

Let everyone see among them
shelves that bare the weight
of light that can’t bare to stare
into that planeful nighght.

>>9090932
Dope stuff man