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- MichelleCSFuhrer
- barcelona, Spain
- Creative writing Kingston University/Fine Art, London Metropolitan University/ Art&Design, Yorkshire coast college/ Fashion/Textiles, Harrogate college
16/06/2015
09/04/2015
31/03/2015
21/03/2015
Lifeless demonstration
Lifeless demonstration
The red through my veins maintains your
passions
The red reveals more than your bounce or
word.
High off color and intuition, haul up!
I need you for soul conservation.
Come be live in this head, be habit of the
nitrogen air I breathe, impress your full facet onto me.
Come sit.
Revel and reveal to me that I am she the
one, the puller of stars and the one that grounds the magic upon your feet.
Remaining nameless, my offer is validated
The freedom to have another, layen for the
lions.
Alive, a life is that which is now par
shared sharing smoke and mirrors, a sting, the tyranny of substitute mutant
inside.
The darkness posses the affections of who
enables the grace and articulation
Bearing a tint to look directive at the
daylight; here is to the delayed. broken communication and lost transitions
that is all I am.
gracefully addicted knowing you are not.
Once these fears project you are unsafe,
drunk and wanted.
Mourning light.
A closed window cannot hear reason or
whispers.
Escapen dream state
Escapen dream
state
Having thawed last
month’s song, I am reforming.
The instances of
my soul on my knees.
The still crouched
orientation is bearing extra external views for the limited- and then there’s
mine, unlimited, undone.
A compromise of
gravity in dispute of force.
The decision; the
pursuit of which direction lays the uncomfortable, the partnership of dormant
will. Mindful stealth?
I’m a lodger of
temporary locality, determined by current temperament and a lumpy equilibrium,
trying to make raid assault on lost composure trying to conjure some nonsense
to tempt.
I have a lonely
body. No missionary or unsafe tussling.
I will fight
horizontal and empathize with the farthest current waters sources.
While we pry, we
pray, we dive.
Looking for others
who drown whole, fragile, erect immobile.
The truth; we are
boneless, gay, we are superfluous and innocent, we lie to ourselves, taint
ourselves wholesome - the lies of fables.
Yet
Take me by my
image, the image that evokes. Take me of a place we can find commonplace, that
resonates to both our reflections, I do not know who you are, but now I am
finding myself within you.
I am with you, yet
I belong to the world.
I greet the
tempestuous the unaligned and call home to pastures that currently cease to awake
the bashful statures of stars above.
The world rejoices
and asks, who can I ask if I am recognizable or to question the state of my
manifestation?
Unless I am a
temporary moment of memory, I necessitate domestication to retain rogue reverie
and find tessellated desolation, always alone always together.
It all seems
knotted.
Gemini, asteroid
Gemini, asteroid
“you asked me how
and what I dance to…
The answer is: I
dance on you, with you and for you.”
I understand the
rationality of another is to understand no-other.
I can anticipate
the takeover, yet in this meantime I indulge in this present composure.
One being half
coddled, the other heartless, a heart at loss.
To beat slowly and
persevere is to believe in the pace of your other.
Wavering
passiveness
Incomplete escapes
Transference. To
deceive your sister and elude her story- is to find our lonely body slipping
through every sensation unstirred, impact-full.
The erosion of aid
Dare not speak
Dare not tell
The light of the
day grazes upon my dream, the heat triumphant, prevailing the dark waters.
The femme upon my
back lays her breath upon my ear, stating her indulgence
“I am not giving
up”
“I am in love with
your insensate disruption” - your Gemini.
Naturally active,
unbeknown, mind, your mind, numb.
Mind your mind
sister.
What one once
thought as a feeling, has an ego. It tempts its comfortable state and promises
to burst.
It can orbit,
slow- transfixed on creating unsafe acts. Performing exploits.
I again smell her
eyes on my front, working her pace from my back, around, affecting, enveloping,
operating, dissolving my responsiveness.
Despite attempts
to transgress, I have gone under.
Charmed.
Immediately
seduced.
The dance has
begun.
She on me.
Betting my doubts
aloud, my other half regulates.
She reveals
regular confessions of an emotive addict, I am here as a result of surplus
conflict-a responsive dweller, disrupting ones life line, forever undisputed
her passionate savior.
She exposes,
herself as; part of but not in love with the fringes of the pacifist.
I tease her neck
until she succumbs from the front.
I am her, her
signaler of music, her fighter of all that marvels and stuns.
I accredit the red
skies, these reassuring status’ that all faith resides in what is above.
My lips are here
to prove my endurance, my respondence.
It is me that
draws upon the deepest pleasures and exhales long lasting pleasure into her,
unto the world, without me the flashing lights do not startle or provoke sex.
Without my part
the flora does not germinate, echoes would not reverberate you would be damned
half dumb.
I promise and provide the midnight sun;
I am the bastard of your hope.
Before law and logic your dainty permits
my acquaintance, your heart akin with my beat.
Left and right, no
wrong.
Left love,
adjoining tastes, incapable instincts, souls uncertainly laced with past and
present.
As the birds take flight north, I look
south, the vibrations of silence rake the evidence of my being state.
I have danced; I
now rehearse again for another debut.
Unsure and
fighting my way back into the impossible diversion of blind sight.
Wander to rest.
Matinee in the
day.
You’re my
stranger, the other half of my stranger.
I don’t know you,
or when you arise.
Your silence is
cruel, your presence is affliction.
Because of you I
understand how to be exquisite and scared. Your remnant allows me to recuperate
in my sleepless solitude as you blazon in my place, you cope and transpire as I
cower.
Not stable but
wondrous.
My anger, my truth
and my mechanism of fight.
Two sufficient
halves. Surrendering-in and at arms.
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