"aes" poems
aes·thet·ic
/esˈTHedik/
adjective
adjective: aesthetic;
adjective: esthetic
1.
concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty.
"the pictures give great aesthetic pleasure"
giving or designed to give pleasure through beauty; of pleasing appearance.
"several aesthetic gardens radiate from the fountain in the square"
noun
noun: aesthetic; plural noun: aesthetics;
noun: esthetic; plural noun: esthetics
1.
a set of principles underlying and guiding the work of a particular artist or artistic movement.
"the colorless aesthetic"
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Bedroom’s painted fisherman’s blue
There’s a cut out of Hayden Panettiere naked in a pink bikini with a hula-hoop on the back of the door
Copies of British Vogue desperately hidden underneath the bed accompanying an empty bottle of Glen’s
Manchester United duvet cover and matching pillows to boot
The bin’s filled with pre-packed home-made lunches from the last six months
Wardrobes a collection of ill fitting blue jeans bought for me by grandmother and football jerseys for teams that I’ve never even heard of, yet let alone see play a single game
Uniform ironed and sitting out ready for school on Monday at 8am sharp
***** clothes cover mostly all the floor smelling of Lynx’s finest even though there’s an empty laundry basket just waiting in the corner to be used
Inside one of the woolen blazer’s (that is way too big for me) pockets a single unopened ****** and an AES 256-bit encrypted USB stick
An old PlayStation 2, with a single controller; games including FIFA years through 2004 to now, Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell, and GTA.
Blood red shoplifted lipstick that’s now melted hidden in the little secret compartment at the back, meant for network expansion.
Artemis Fowl, Alex Rider, and Harry Potter all adorn the bookcase
Physics, Maths, and IT textbooks remain firmly closed on the desk in addition to a smashed phone from me and Daddy’s last “physical altercation”
Lady Gaga’s “I Like it Rough” is playing in the background on repeat…
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
My partner and I had tickets to the show last night in Chicago. After 7days in the hospital my girlfriend's 89 year old grandma was to come home with hospice care to follow. Instead of a splendid concert experience I knew I had to be there for her fam to ease the tough pill to swallow. Grandma Monica shed the shell, saw it bagged up and hollow. I was able to provide hugs and love, along with the opportunity to speak about the flow of energy. I like to remind myself and others to speak to the "deceased" for in my own scope it's been therapeutic for me. Haven't been this heavy in a long time. The rain and gray are beautiful, relaxed in the lack of sunshine. I've visualized our meeting many times, I look up to you being a fellow sayer of rhymes. I appreciate the way you've spent your mind. It wasn't until a couple days ago I realized one of the impossible inserts may have been signed. Thank you for your shine, highlighting the design of divine. The life you've made manifest helps others feel breaths inside their chests. Two legends yesterday were laid to rest, so now I look at myself and decide to clean my mess.
Gotta reconnect with my descendant sandwich before the organic ingredients are digested and appear to vanish. To those I want to know, you are one of my favorite artists. I laugh but could totally see some sort of apprentice partnership. Doesn't look like I'll make it this tour...and one of my cats just puked, gonna go skip aesop rocks in my ripped up Lugz boots.
Much love,
Ryan
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
The process.
The manner in which we
Progress,
Through life the quest
A promise,
To be honest
And do the best
You can accomplish
Impressive feats
Of expressive speech
On this
Obi-won-ness
Concious Jedi
Like Aes sedai
I mean Ashamam
In context of another world
Often
While sleeping in
A coffin
Just launching
Advancing in expanses
Dancing
And bonding with the land
In her assistance
In Solving
Resistance
To being involved with
All that there is going on
On this opulent or that we
Belong.
It dawn
As we turn to greet the sun
And the one
In everyone
Becuase
One plus one is how it's done.
Wait
There was that one...
Gate left
To unlock a state of bliss
And restful wakefulness
Awash
In sloshing
Glossalalia
Sriwankattikunasreewinaiplutoia
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC