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Is it normal these sequences?
How i fit in wild wilderness mesh... Loneliness gleams in the dark, immediate and ferocious big fingered grasp, grins as it takes me apart...severe, severe, longing for Love's
capacities, capacities, capacities.
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Natalie Díaz, from “Wolf OR-7”, Postcolonial Love Poem
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Let us weep and gnash our teeth. Let us suffer, let us kneel. Mother, Earth is an unshakeble movable feast, a shaven mistle toe, like 6 heavens with 16 Gods!
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Let us weep and gnash our teeth. Let us suffer, let us kneel. Mother, Earth is an unshakeble movable feast, a shaven mistle toe, like 6 heavens with 16 Gods!
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"You're so beautiful, don't ever let anybody dim your light."...i said to my blunt...as i passed it to my other hand
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The first time i saw a dead body, well it wasn't actually a dead body...but i could tell the life wanted to leave...It was me, my body, looking in the mirror realizing that i had broken it this time. My heart, i had broken it this time and that was the last time i saw a dead body
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The first time i saw a dead body, well it wasn't actually a dead body...but i could tell the life wanted to leave...It was me, my body, looking in the mirror realizing that i had broken it this time. My heart, i had broken it this time and that was the last time i saw a dead body
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The first time i saw a dead body, well it wasn't actually a dead body...but i could tell the life wanted to leave...It was me, my body, looking in the mirror realizing that i had broken it this time. My heart, i had broken it this time and that was the last time i saw a dead body
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Less is more, small is normal.
if you care so much about size you'd be disappointed to know that scaled to the size of the universe we're all in size specks of dust...so less is more, small is normal, but in the human aspect of things one could say, one should say...small is BEAUTIFUL!
ARE YOU NOT?
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All truth does is wait in all things. All truth says is "Wait, hold on a little... understand the vibration of the life you've settled in, the lover you're happy with, talk about it with me... For what we love we mention...do we not?" The skies of day and night, colors, volumes and unfathomable forms resident in the galaxies are far different from what you suppose but still we build ignorant philosophies about them...do we not??
But all truth does is wait in all things and that is the base of all metaphysics!
Sean Heldens
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Yes! i grew taller,
I hated being short. Even when you talk about big things no one listens to you when you're small. So yes i grew taller but my clothes don't fit anymore!...i could have managed being lonely but i couldn't stand feeling small.
So yes i grew taller! but not with my body.
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And maybe she did not say I love you too but the curl of her body towards his did it for her, as if to soften the crush of his lips on hers.
And maybe she did not say I love you, but the claiming touch of her hands on his face said it was there.
And maybe she did not say I love you at all because maybe love isn't something you say but something you do.
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I haven't written in a while because there's hasn't been anything to write about. I haven't spoken loudly about things i love because there's been a debate from within that I'm not the same anymore. I'm not the same anymore...It pains me to say and admit this as if it wasn't what i wanted a few months ago. But the change i wanted was supposed to be inspirational, somewhat transitional but now it has gotten to a point whereby i worry that if i were to walk both my selves (the person i am now and the person i was a few moons ago) down the street i wouldn't recognize either one. I screamed for change, longed for it even but it seems that when it begun...i forgot to tell myself.
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She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
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