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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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"That's really the only thing that matters to me, is that I make art for a living. And if I make art for a living... I win."

no peace of mind

Earthbreaking shouts internalised, show me something real. The feeling of a heart dripping through the cracks sings, and you keep calling but the seaside gusts pull your voice from your throat, and it doesn’t sound like words anymore, just wishes.

We’re like barnacles, holding fast to the rocks as wave after wave of everything that could kill us envelops us. and we’re caught in the salt like two canker sores, clutching for dear life so that we can live again.

Ocean crystals might claw toward the clouds, and these gales make us realize that we can only hold on to nothing, nothing and hastily hidden untruths for so long before we’ve got to let go.

I’ll slip under the sea and watch as this ethereal, alien world I’m in shifts from every shade of green to the one and only black. Maybe I will
cut gills into my neck, or maybe I will  break wings through my skin, or maybe I can be something real.

But you, you just fasten your seatbelt and sit on your fingers, break that grip and let that wind steal your breath. Stop thinking such fracturing thoughts and feel, really feel that heart  beat-beat-beating your ribs black and  blue, from the love whistling through.

You’re alive, you’re more alive than I could even dream to be.

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