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mangamia

Adut Akech at Valentino fall/winter 2018 couture

Something about masonry that always gets to me

Cozy House / Hinzstudio ph: Quang Tran

Washington Avenue Townhouses / Pandolfini Architects

Not That.

Sad may be spectacular,

Sad may be soft,

And easy to embrace.

Sad may be sympathetic,

Sad may be funny

Found amidst dry laughs—

Sad may even be romantic.

Oh, Silence (that is golden).

Sad may be incredible

Sinuous streams (sobs)

and slow songs,

Sad may well be soulful,

But do not tell me

That sad is beautiful.

Let Myrtle stay a myth

Where did I learn to mourn?

They've sworn it is the thing to do

That grief is growth

That innocence piously lost

Is the right romantic rite

Of passage to the mountain of mature .

I wonder if I never learnt to weep

With wistfulness - an unreal word

That makes mockery of me -

Worn as a worshipped curse,

Duped of its demonic reality .

I wonder if I'm possessed

By pain,

Or is this just mental blame game

Because I find myself

mourning after mourning

It has a crippling clench. Even

Clarity, though plain to see,

is barred from reach

By clouds or ghosts .

I wish — no I shouldn't —

that is the language of mourning.

Let it go

Let me go.

Mea Culpa means “through my fault" 

Thank You, @spokeart. 

pieces from Abigail Goldman’s - ‘Mea Culpa’ at Hashimoto Contemporary 

Based in the Philippines, multimedia artist Yvonne Quisumbing has made a name for herself creating wearable art for the fashion world. The designer also channels the fashion industry in her surreal paintings, which explore complex notions of beauty and identity. More on HiFructose.com.

Reflect

Once upon a time,

Long Ago. Away.

I met a pretty girl.

I smiled at her and she smiled back

I giggled, you’re cray.

You’re cray - she giggled, chiming with

me.

The wind blew at us

Hair blurring our face. We

smiled at it, together.

We grumbled-just a tiff. I flicked

pebbles at her. She hid,

ducking underwater

I frowned.

10 seconds after, she was

back. Patient. Together.

Said stay as I mouthed-

I lip-read her.

And smiled as she did-

She understood.

Now, she won’t be there.

I look for her

She is gone. Just my face.

It’s not the same.

It’s not pretty.

Crazy