Hate is Another Word For Fearthe hatred.More Like This
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who h
Xenakiswatching equationsMore Like This
overwhelm a dusty
blackboard, I wonder
if linear mappings of
Banach space vectors
can hold the interwoven
polyphony of a fugue,
if the staggering
structure of Lie algebras
can be distilled into a
playfully dissonant symphony,
or if a mellow chorale
concerto would be capable
to evoke the vagaries of
locally ringed spaces,
and listening to your
voice bouncing off plastered
walls, I wonder if the
rhythm and cadence of words
can be transformed into
spindly limestone arches,
and if we, together, could
turn life to
The Paintings are BreathingVisiting *MichelVictor’s deviantART gallery is like a trip to the local movie theatres. Only you never actually enter screening the rooms. You remain mesmerized outside in the lobby by the amazing movie posters – his flash art animations that billow, roll and flow, living, breathing paintings with their own soundtracks created by the artist.More Like This
Thu Dec 21, 2011, 9:59 PM
Visiting MichelVictor's deviantART gallery is like a trip to the local movie theatres.
Only you never actually enter screening the rooms. You remain mesmerized outside in the lobby by the amazing movie
posters – his flash art animations that billow, roll and flow, living, breathing paintings with their own soundtracks
created by the artist.