nothing
picture me as a ball of nerves
no i’m serious
picture a literal ball of nerves
it is easy
to make your
mark on me
i am shaking here
my thoughts skitter and jump
never fixating
always flip-flopping
vacillating
glancing off
each thought fully formed
glistening like some
cornball dewdrop
in my shaking fingers
I’m choosing nothing
over something
out of fear
a startled fish
or cautious dragonfly
i am anxious
about anxiety
anti
I had a piece published in Microscenes6!
Check it ouuuut :)
http://microscenes6.tumblr.com/post/49507460580/anti-by-iris-karuna
Aries Pisces Cusp Baby by Iris Karuna
Mysteriousness has downsides. Anybody who began life as a mystery has a harder time keeping it. Eventually there is a choice: to let the mystery continue from afar or to slowly let it all come down. Few mysteries can remain that way forever. Jandek does live shows yet remains a mystery. Various online anonymous entities go out every now and again looking for friends. With enough time every mystery can become knowable. It is more interesting for the person wondering about the mystery than it is for the person keeping the mystery. An imbalance exists between the two and the bridge attempting to connect the two is the most interesting part.
Nihilism on a dating site sounds about right. Hope isn’t on those dating sites. OK Cupid understands this concept well. When OK Cupid divided its user base into ‘attractive’ and ‘not attractive’ they didn’t even receive a backlash. By that point everybody understood what happened on OK Cupid, the matching system. Cynicism rules over the online dating community. Many bad dates originally started online. Through the power of text messages and phone calls the worst ones are weeded out. Still online dating can get scary.
YOLO is death’s nudity. While death terrifies people it shouldn’t. The limited amount of time spent on a big beautiful Earth ought to be enough to convince people to do something beautiful. If somebody’s not willing to realize that then their life might be pretty doomed. Everything about YOLO should convince somebody to do it. So many dreams are out there. What’s sad about those dreams is people never follow through with them. Literally it is a wonderful thing to simply take one thing and do that one thing right. If an interest is allowed to go by the wayside what purpose does it serve?
Magicians are the scumbags of childhood. Parents use magicians as a warning. Not everyone will be truthful with them. Lies are inevitable. Obviously magicians are the worst of the liars. Busy trying to fool innocent children a magician lives a sad pathetic life. When the magician goes home he tries magic to make friends appear. He tries reaching out to friend, messaging them. None of them ever respond. Though the magician fails at friendship they magically make jobs appear out of thin air for a service nobody really needs.
Upon death everybody’s online presence is gathered together and sold as an e-book. At least that’s what should be done. Epitaphs should be tweets. Eulogies should read their best moments online, linked, and shared with all their family.
A gorgeous review of my book, by Beach Sloth! “YOLO is death’s nudity,” he writes - who knew a body could sum up my poem “Literally” so succinctly!
If you didn’t know, my book’s available at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/iris-karuna/aries-pisces-cusp-baby-softcover/paperback/product-20945859.html
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakwater_(structure)
Let me be your breakwater (structure).
I am letting your emotions wash over me;
I am trying
to reduce the intensity
of wave action in inshore waters.
There is a time
for coastal erosion,
but we are not old yet,
this is not that moment.
Can you see me trying
to protect your anchorage
from the effects of both weather
and longshore drift?
I would like to be fixed or floating
impermeable or permeable
depending on
tidal range
and water depth.
I want to protect you
from the impact of nature
in a way that is
unobtrusive
to the geography
of your shores.
no wait
my heart is on the outside
no wait,
my skin is clear
no wait,
these bruises are portals
my barriers are dissolving
- ink in a pool of mineral spirits -
oh shit man
i made a litho reference
in a poem
oh damn
why aren’t I
in the studio
rn
other
someday I hope you wake
suddenly
and find me here
masturbating
sophia loren and friends:
three white girls
lounging ‘arabian’
across the
back-lit screen
I always wonder why
in vintage porn
the women show one tit
and then not
the other
Aries Pisces Cusp Baby
Hi everyone!
As some of you may know, as well as being a visual artist, I have a tendency toward writing!
I have published a book of poetry and drawings through lulu.com, and it is now available for purchase! You can check it out here. Or here. Or HERE!
Chris Dankland of Neato Mosquito did a nice thing and promo’d my new book, Aries Pisces Cusp Baby! You should check it out tooooo :)
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Aries Pisces Cusp Baby
———- Aries Pisces Cusp Baby is available for purchase!———-Aries Pisces Cusp Baby is a narrative poetry collection written and illustrated by Iris Karuna. Engaged with the metamodern, Karuna seeks to create connections by writing about writing, about feeling,…
![[ cloud overview ][ get your own cloud ]This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Jul 2008 and Mar 2013 containing my top 50 used words.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/9a3777c934a0c018cf49dcac3c19e010/tumblr_mkgmf3rqis1rbwnx5o1_500.jpg)
This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Jul 2008 and Mar 2013 containing my top 50 used words.
nothing
you gathered me in
your arms seemed gentler
than anxious children holding
newborn kittens
and my skin sighed
(just a little)
you kissed my cheek
(that’s all)
and I thought
about your drunkenness
nothing serious
nothing dangerous
nothing nothing
