Picasso's Weeping

Picasso's Weeping by Lemons Don't Make Lemonade & Picasso!

Jitterbug Bookmark & Poem

Pointed fingers tracing out instructions.
Fending Questions.
Asking Questions.
But mostly avoiding Questions.

I'm tired of asking myself why.
I'm tired of the talking, I'm tired of the lies.
I want to be left alone,
Cloistered in a box.
Crying.
And I don't want to care.

I want people to stop demanding.
I want myself to stop demanding.
I want whatever fucked up insecurity I have,
To go. Away.

People talk so much about stress,
So much that it's become a cliche.
We complain about it in our every day lives,
We acknowledge that any time, we can get out of the system.
For a price. For a heavy price.
So we don't.

So we keep on complaining,
And we continue our facades.
We cloak ourselves in hypocrisy,
Under the table, we hide piles of cards.
We dream about being free,
About estrangement from status and money.
And then we wake up, and it's gone.
The only dreams we have are shattered.
Or wet.

Chastity belts.
Religion.
Economic prosperity.
Self-command.
Self-esteem.
Art.
Art.
Art.

At one point in our lives,
We all say, "Fuck them all."
We fantasize about suicide,
We paint pictures of starry night skies.
And we replace the little part of us that dies.

Then we rise up from the dead,
We resume our cycle once again.
No pain, no gain, we say.
And this is where we are.
Always complaining,
Always waiting.
For that glorious day,
That will never come.

At least not for me.

collaborative artwork by:

• i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.
• Lemons Don't Make Lemonade

poetry by  Lemons Don't Make Lemonade

徐志摩 by Lemons Don't Make Lemonade

徐志摩
Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --- by Xu Zhimo

Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floating heart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
To where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.

But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heap silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!

Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

再别康桥

轻轻的我走了，
正如我轻轻的来；
我轻轻的招手，
作别西天的云彩。
那河畔的金柳，
是夕阳中的新娘；
波光里的艳影，
在我的心头荡漾。

软泥上的青荇，
油油的在水底招摇；
在康桥的柔波里，
我甘做一条水草！
那榆荫下的一潭，
不是清泉，是天上虹；
揉碎在浮藻间，
沉淀着彩虹似的梦。

寻梦？撑一支长篙，
向青草更青处漫溯；
满载一船星辉，
在星辉斓里放歌。
但是我不能放歌，
悄悄是别离的笙萧；
夏虫也为我沉默，
沉默是今晚的康桥！

悄悄我走了，
正如我悄悄的来；
我挥一挥衣袖，
不带走一片云彩。

Resize Me

one two many molecular reenhancements
gone awry; coldly gone where no man,
to touch is to touch and go and stop, drop;
role play you wouldn't want to know, ok?
frost lips drink sips move hips manage time;
blindly caress me, devout christianity. goodbye.

measurements.
size 6 1/2, total circumference, 3.218;
molar capacity,7,fuckability 5.2;
opiate enhancement, enlargement,
drive the nails in bring back flesh,
re-roll d20; disengage. corporate
collapse;rebuild;collapse;rebuild;
disenga

ge. management complete.
i request all hands to the bridge.
cum.
blatantly disenfranchise ourselves,
surrender arms,hands,feet,penises.
shelf life 1.2 years, refrigerated.
otherwise this pop star is past her prime; disengage.
target acquired. mission complete.

berated isoscelization characterized
by one step in the right direction;
orchestrated by a dissociative mind;
disorder dis order d isorred erdroisd.
meds please. aisle 4. bed 13; foot.

 

art by Lemons Don't Make Lemonade

poetry by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.