Elena Karaytcheva x Poetry X Old Shit
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POEZIA
#p462,line2
to get to the other side of this
toilet of an experience.
But I think that’s what makes good company.
An evening that holds no regrets, truthfully.
To build a body on the land of bones
Is a fascinating endeavor or whatever
I kiss the lips of the gentrifier
And sweetly wonder if
a contract is in order
For sale or for lease?
Its in the fine print for me
I eat the fruit off the tree
+
Under the sweet moon
the strike of lightning
that illuminates the heavens
I cast a spell in the evening
and fall onto the land of your bones.
I thank you for landing
in my time’s zone.
How is it that in no man’s land
The Marfa animals are set free
To buy the body built on the land of bones
is a rite of passage
And I wonder when I’ll know what it’s like
to feel like home
I kiss the forehead of the gentrified
It takes a watchful eye
That's what we do...
I MET THE PEOPLE
TAKE
OTHER
WHO CONTROL THE CLOUDS
PEOPLE'S
they asked me for advice
dEMONS
&
said, "the clouds haven't been
make them
cooperating lately. we
desperately
OUR OWN
need rain."
TO WHICH I RESPONDED,
-evk
"just pull it down."
it’s a tough thing
watching a drummer
tell their partner
they’re going on tour
again
luckily
they’re an artist
they’re putting their birthday
in their calendar now
they’ll be gone then
but maybe
they can meet up in LA
i continue breathing
to honor the dead
i move my body
to also walk
with the living
i push the blood
out of my split lip
to feel something
outside of myself
that’s still connected
to a process that leads
me to a light pain
self inflicted
it seems to be
my current mode of
transportation
#idkwbu
#lnadjsml
Eat my face
gently
Rip into me
like a saint
I look at you
with feeling
You kiss my cheek
tenderly
After we neatly
tuck away the animals
We unleashed
under that one
Full Moon
when i’m dancing really hard
i like to spin around
and imagine what it’d be like
to spin so hard and fast
that i fly away
#NOMS
to bite the nail
until it bleeds
is a fascinating endeaveur or whatever
i find the sweet spot
get my vampirish canine right under
and start to peel it
back slowly
right on the edge
of tssss, ahhh
there it is
blood comes out
i lick it off
to reveal that piece of skin that serves as a final defense
and when i straighten
my finger
it pulls with a tension
maybe ready to rip open and gush
but i haven’t taken it that far yet
i save that pain
for a weirder day
#BLAHBLAHBLEH
a knock knock knock
at the door of opportunity
but my lover has hidden the key
screw screw screw
in the bulb meant to shine above my head
but my lover has flipped the switch
and instead i lap up defeat
from a bowl on my hands and knees
placed at his feet
eat eat eat
up the
blame blame blame
will there ever be a day
that i’m no longer
a human girl in pain?
#L.O.T/S
have you ever survived
on the shine of the stars alone?
under a freezing desert sky
a cool 37 degrees
with nothing but the light
you followed to get here?
the city i’m from
runs on hot concrete
and neuroses so thick
you confuse them
for illness / traffic / road rage
i went searching
for a different kind of life
and landed on a goat farm
in the Land of the Strange, TX
my car broke down here
as i was driving out west
to gain some perspective
and dissolve an identity
i no longer could stomach
i say landed because
it feels like something
picked my body up
and dropped me off
on salvation’s back porch
i wake up at 6am to write
i work my rent off
tending to the land
and animals during the day
yes
it is as romantic
as it sounds
this town opened up
and embraced my
sick, worried body
like a mother, a friend and a lover
who am i to deny my fate?
#HeadlessHumanGirl
it’s time to see lots
in my very own dreams
the places i go
to escape reality
i wish i could sleep less
i wish i could not get tired
and stay up as late as i want
working away on some beautiful nothing
rather than sitting here wasting away
in a dream land that holds all
my deepest thoughts and fears
waiting for me to
show up to the party
lucky me
to have a pillow to rest my head
how i wish instead
to have no head
to finally lose it to the dread
that’s locked away safely beneath my
polished exterior
#AcidBrain
for sale or lease?
could you let go of me please?
i never said you could hold my hand
the feeling is too close to friend...
as convincing as an empty billboard
you make me feel like i could be something more
these clouds are a kingdom to me
take over and rule
how do they have my eyes?
don’t force it
we have all our lives
to wonder how much longer
we’ve gotta go on
and try
well the coffees always fresh
and this sweet depresh
will go on no longer
i feel it
i’m getting stronger
wrap me in your haze
i can take it
i just want to see you naked
lick your neck
and see if you think we’ll make it
i’m ignoring the signs
for a different kind of time
i’m trying to have
a different kind of life
where’s the map?
#HurtStew
so, do you accept the crazy?
do you look at the towel on the ground
and say
i threw that?
the red in the glass and say
who poured that?
and you’re not sure if that’s what
you should be thinking?
i guess it’s like
what are you eating
and do you breathe really hard
once a day?
which artists are you following
and which version of you
are you projecting?
i’m here to tell you
the only question master in the room you’ll find
is in your own reflection
and in that
you’ll find a candle that burns with a fire that
hurt you
#GoodGodDamn
stared at the full moon really hard
i watched it catch fire
a blue flame
with a black hole
surrounded by orange light
trying to swallow it
i saw the man
his mouth moving
he was screaming at me
confessing his sins
begging me to save him
from his own shadow
i’m sober but i’m detoxing
crying but i’m projecting
there’s a juiciness to seeing things that
aren’t really there
edge walking
is my chosen path
#DRMDMN
dream demon
is hanging around
following me
all around town
i see it waiting by my car
hoping i’ll close my eyes
for just a minute
catch me if u can
wait no that wasn’t a challenge
i’d prefer it if you left me alone
altogether
there’s at least
something comforting
about knowing
someone wants to stick around
god i’m sick to my stomach
on this lovesick shit
i can’t eat right
i’ve been high for 1O days straight
wondering how to
eloquently present my findings
from the other side
how to bring myself back
to the place i knew before
something tells me
im never going back
that i must charge forward
into the unknown
and forget where i came from
start over
learn a whole new world
as the other sets itself on fire
before my eyes
it’s my job
to clear the ash
and plant the seeds
i want to be a brilliant writer