SpeakFlowers
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Gen X|Visual Art|Words|Music |♡|Afro.
Who is that clown
Walking with you?
Enjoying your face,
On a rainy day!.
I miss a sun rise everyday.
Sinking not rising everyday.
Maybe it's going to come from the sky.
Maybe it's going to fall when I am high.
Let it go down.
Don't you drag me down.
#LadyGaga #Songwriting #Single
Walking with you?
Enjoying your face,
On a rainy day!.
I miss a sun rise everyday.
Sinking not rising everyday.
Maybe it's going to come from the sky.
Maybe it's going to fall when I am high.
Let it go down.
Don't you drag me down.
#LadyGaga #Songwriting #Single
November 18, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Who is that clown
Walking with you?
Enjoying your face,
On a rainy day!.
I miss a sun rise everyday.
Sinking not rising everyday.
Maybe it's going to come from the sky.
Maybe it's going to fall when I am high.
Let it go down.
Don't you drag me down.
#LadyGaga #Songwriting #Single
Walking with you?
Enjoying your face,
On a rainy day!.
I miss a sun rise everyday.
Sinking not rising everyday.
Maybe it's going to come from the sky.
Maybe it's going to fall when I am high.
Let it go down.
Don't you drag me down.
#LadyGaga #Songwriting #Single
yes, I colored them!,
since they deemed them a threat.
they feared for their steel walls!.
so now,
my eyelashes are red.
#eyelashes #red
since they deemed them a threat.
they feared for their steel walls!.
so now,
my eyelashes are red.
#eyelashes #red
October 29, 2025 at 10:44 PM
yes, I colored them!,
since they deemed them a threat.
they feared for their steel walls!.
so now,
my eyelashes are red.
#eyelashes #red
since they deemed them a threat.
they feared for their steel walls!.
so now,
my eyelashes are red.
#eyelashes #red
winter is yet to
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fall on us.
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fall on us.
October 28, 2025 at 6:21 PM
winter is yet to
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fall on us.
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fall on us.
"Suddenly, Whaaammm, the infamous word from the comics, appeared and hovered over my head as I am realizing the gravity of the discourse."
— 'The Unwritten Memories' by Bygone Humans. Earthbound Publishing, 2025.
#vss
— 'The Unwritten Memories' by Bygone Humans. Earthbound Publishing, 2025.
#vss
October 13, 2025 at 9:54 PM
"Suddenly, Whaaammm, the infamous word from the comics, appeared and hovered over my head as I am realizing the gravity of the discourse."
— 'The Unwritten Memories' by Bygone Humans. Earthbound Publishing, 2025.
#vss
— 'The Unwritten Memories' by Bygone Humans. Earthbound Publishing, 2025.
#vss
the way I felt,
is beyond a letting in,
soft and sweet,
singing a rune,
that flesh,
the color of a summer moon,
the feeling of a festive June,
I felt loved,
eating a ripe Papaya!.
#vss
is beyond a letting in,
soft and sweet,
singing a rune,
that flesh,
the color of a summer moon,
the feeling of a festive June,
I felt loved,
eating a ripe Papaya!.
#vss
October 8, 2025 at 7:00 PM
the way I felt,
is beyond a letting in,
soft and sweet,
singing a rune,
that flesh,
the color of a summer moon,
the feeling of a festive June,
I felt loved,
eating a ripe Papaya!.
#vss
is beyond a letting in,
soft and sweet,
singing a rune,
that flesh,
the color of a summer moon,
the feeling of a festive June,
I felt loved,
eating a ripe Papaya!.
#vss
this strange feeling,
trying to grasp the moment,
for it to flee to the second.
whilst the second races the minute,
consumes the hour.
the hour, surely, devours the day,
and many days deflower the body
and retain the soul, forever.
#vss
trying to grasp the moment,
for it to flee to the second.
whilst the second races the minute,
consumes the hour.
the hour, surely, devours the day,
and many days deflower the body
and retain the soul, forever.
#vss
October 8, 2025 at 6:41 PM
this strange feeling,
trying to grasp the moment,
for it to flee to the second.
whilst the second races the minute,
consumes the hour.
the hour, surely, devours the day,
and many days deflower the body
and retain the soul, forever.
#vss
trying to grasp the moment,
for it to flee to the second.
whilst the second races the minute,
consumes the hour.
the hour, surely, devours the day,
and many days deflower the body
and retain the soul, forever.
#vss
two sea lions, half dipped on the water near the beach. They are looking at a huge dead whale on the sand, hovered by people, seagulls and what not;
- !!.
- it's looking at you!. Don't you see the 'Help Wanted' sign on the food shack.
#vss
- !!.
- it's looking at you!. Don't you see the 'Help Wanted' sign on the food shack.
#vss
October 6, 2025 at 6:51 PM
two sea lions, half dipped on the water near the beach. They are looking at a huge dead whale on the sand, hovered by people, seagulls and what not;
- !!.
- it's looking at you!. Don't you see the 'Help Wanted' sign on the food shack.
#vss
- !!.
- it's looking at you!. Don't you see the 'Help Wanted' sign on the food shack.
#vss
Life is Life,
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
Life is Life,
La La La La La
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
Life is Life,
La La La La La
October 2, 2025 at 1:11 AM
Life is Life,
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
Life is Life,
La La La La La
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
'muffled sound'
La La La La La
Life is Life,
La La La La La
'my desire
to build an empty city,
has meta-sized'.
thought the thoughtful cadre,
'I must dream a mouse
in the luster of its corridors.
but only one!'.
uttered loudly,
raising an index.
then shook the head, refuting.
the thought of a happy mouse
in a cat-free fields
felt ruinous.
#vss
to build an empty city,
has meta-sized'.
thought the thoughtful cadre,
'I must dream a mouse
in the luster of its corridors.
but only one!'.
uttered loudly,
raising an index.
then shook the head, refuting.
the thought of a happy mouse
in a cat-free fields
felt ruinous.
#vss
October 1, 2025 at 9:31 PM
'my desire
to build an empty city,
has meta-sized'.
thought the thoughtful cadre,
'I must dream a mouse
in the luster of its corridors.
but only one!'.
uttered loudly,
raising an index.
then shook the head, refuting.
the thought of a happy mouse
in a cat-free fields
felt ruinous.
#vss
to build an empty city,
has meta-sized'.
thought the thoughtful cadre,
'I must dream a mouse
in the luster of its corridors.
but only one!'.
uttered loudly,
raising an index.
then shook the head, refuting.
the thought of a happy mouse
in a cat-free fields
felt ruinous.
#vss
one morning,
swung my feet out of bed,
they felt wet,
the night flood is here,
to stay!.
I can't laugh it off.
I can't cry it out!.
music is a repetitive sound
words are carved and empty
floating wooden boxes.
I named this flood,
though it already had one,
depressed on the wood!.
#vss #poem
swung my feet out of bed,
they felt wet,
the night flood is here,
to stay!.
I can't laugh it off.
I can't cry it out!.
music is a repetitive sound
words are carved and empty
floating wooden boxes.
I named this flood,
though it already had one,
depressed on the wood!.
#vss #poem
September 28, 2025 at 4:02 PM
The Tarot reader, who I met in a social event and mind you I am not an ardent believer, caught her laugh before fully maturing when I told her I am a Gemini who is not having the best of luck lately. She captioned 'the cosmos is having a storm'. Say no more, I am in the eye!.
#vss #Gemini
#vss #Gemini
September 12, 2025 at 12:38 AM
I bet people, on a thought experiment, to imagine the sounds our sun makes, the resonance of its boiling core. Then I challenge them to perceive that the dissonance a humans' hate can afflict less pain to a fellow human than having them thrown into that boiling soup. Do you think I often lose?. #vss
September 3, 2025 at 1:10 AM
I bet people, on a thought experiment, to imagine the sounds our sun makes, the resonance of its boiling core. Then I challenge them to perceive that the dissonance a humans' hate can afflict less pain to a fellow human than having them thrown into that boiling soup. Do you think I often lose?. #vss
I opened my tools box,
to fix a broken day.
my hands rushed to despair,
which I threw behind my back.
I set aside an amendment,
It might help.
then, I found resolve,
with yellow handles of grit,
when I held it up close,
It quacked like a rubber duck.
and that my friend, what I embraced.
#vss
to fix a broken day.
my hands rushed to despair,
which I threw behind my back.
I set aside an amendment,
It might help.
then, I found resolve,
with yellow handles of grit,
when I held it up close,
It quacked like a rubber duck.
and that my friend, what I embraced.
#vss
August 22, 2025 at 5:39 PM
I opened my tools box,
to fix a broken day.
my hands rushed to despair,
which I threw behind my back.
I set aside an amendment,
It might help.
then, I found resolve,
with yellow handles of grit,
when I held it up close,
It quacked like a rubber duck.
and that my friend, what I embraced.
#vss
to fix a broken day.
my hands rushed to despair,
which I threw behind my back.
I set aside an amendment,
It might help.
then, I found resolve,
with yellow handles of grit,
when I held it up close,
It quacked like a rubber duck.
and that my friend, what I embraced.
#vss
am sure,
everyday,
something good,
got to happen,
somewhere,
to some folks,
somehow!.
everyday,
something good,
got to happen,
somewhere,
to some folks,
somehow!.
August 18, 2025 at 4:00 PM
am sure,
everyday,
something good,
got to happen,
somewhere,
to some folks,
somehow!.
everyday,
something good,
got to happen,
somewhere,
to some folks,
somehow!.
I am actually nostalgic for the bright future of humanity.
July 16, 2025 at 8:47 PM
I am actually nostalgic for the bright future of humanity.
how I wish
how I wish I was there,
I am just one odd soul,
swimming in a huge sea swell
running over new grounds
year after year,
and how we've found
ways not to meet in here.
how I wish I was there.
how I wish I was there,
I am just one odd soul,
swimming in a huge sea swell
running over new grounds
year after year,
and how we've found
ways not to meet in here.
how I wish I was there.
July 12, 2025 at 4:35 AM
how I wish
how I wish I was there,
I am just one odd soul,
swimming in a huge sea swell
running over new grounds
year after year,
and how we've found
ways not to meet in here.
how I wish I was there.
how I wish I was there,
I am just one odd soul,
swimming in a huge sea swell
running over new grounds
year after year,
and how we've found
ways not to meet in here.
how I wish I was there.
Time has a shadow, it is called fate.
July 11, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Time has a shadow, it is called fate.
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yellow or green.
like it or not,
blue?
exists.
💙
yellow or green.
like it or not,
blue?
exists.
💙
June 28, 2025 at 4:05 AM
💙
yellow or green.
like it or not,
blue?
exists.
💙
yellow or green.
like it or not,
blue?
exists.
💙