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winabagel:

“Last Ditch”

(by Elizabeth de Cent)

About a year since i wrote this.

How things have changed.

(mainly my hair)

Gift from my secret admirer (me).

Gift from my secret admirer (me).

I exercise my control over the universe by changing my hair.

I exercise my control over the universe by changing my hair.

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Bodies, censored.

Bodies, censored.

"there's no escape. only a constant reminder"
Elizabeth de Cent

“there’s no escape. Only a constant reminder”

 

I really miss you

which is idiotic because I never even knew you

everything I thought to be truth concerning us

crumbled

when I examined the dates

but my heart refuses to listen to reason

once again

and breaks

splinters

into hope

regret

I want to slap her

naïve little smile

shout

kick

make her a bloodied mess

that you would never want

the devil the devil the devil in me

the one who won’t smile at strangers

my bad self

that smiles at strangers

the discontent

the bored

the restless

he makes work for idle hands

I get out the old letters

and weep

and I know what will happen

every time

but still I open old wounds

the dark whispering of me

the one that tells me to cut

this is a crimson baptism

washing you clean

my love

to fall from grace

to leap

perchance to dream

of betters things

The fact that its you;

and it makes it so much more soul destroying’

the closest I have to I love you

I love breathing in the smog of you

even now after you’re gone 

that is my darkest truth

I would have followed

the worst

the one that I am most ashamed

(but I think the most easily forgiven)

is that when I said I didn’t want you to destroy your life over this

I was lying

If by doing that meant leaving me behind

I wanted a suicide pact

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Observations whilst walking home

A man narrowly passes by holding a baguette

Further up the road, half is discarded, mid street

I wonder if the load was too heavy or he had suddenly remembered giving up carbohydrates for lent.

 

A man closely resembling a potential ex-lover passes by on bicycle

A husky dog on a lead tied to the bike runs ahead

It looks like a sleigh and I wonder if their personalities are similar.

 

I do not think falseness equates to niceness. 

Body, censored.

Body, censored.

Bodies, censored. 

Bodies, censored. 

"i just need to sleep"
Elizabeth de Cent

 Uncontrolled Poems // Elizabeth de Cent  // “i just need to sleep”

Working with short phrases and poems, I continually and repetitively write each, filling an A4 page. By taking the first word from each line a new and nonsensical poem is created. These are then performed and recorded with the implication of a greater meaning behind the randomly arranged text. This work shows a struggle for control between the new poem and the artist who, through emphasis in  performance, is desperately trying to input meaning. 

Uncontrolled poetry.

Working with short phrases and poems, I continually and repetitively write each, filling an A4 page. By taking the first word from each line a new and nonsensical poem is created. These are then performed and recorded with the implication of a greater meaning behind the randomly arranged text. This work shows a struggle for control between the new poem and the artist who, through emphasis in  performance, is desperately trying to input meaning. 

NEW original SONG, ‘Dipsomania’ by Elizabeth de Cent.

Thought i’d get a little less heteronormative for this one. 

EPSON Epson Stylus SX125