Poetry by Payten

A dual eye sky is pure blue Though from a birds-eye view dissolves into an ultraviolent magnetic map To leaves of grass the sky lies perpendicular on its side, but to us heaven seems endless… no further than the floor beneath us.   Gravity’s grid; delicate yet the most powerful lace, like one-thousand bras thrown…

I’ve been chasing the bull by the tail instead of brazening the horns. The joy is in the chase, I’m told— Within the testing of the soul. The visceral bitterness of the pit, awakened from a bite too deep Shocking the subconscious into cornered bravery; of embracing the distaste..  a fine line only blurred, no…

The depressing life of a restless girl The beautiful purposeless will of the world Exasperated Nihilist Explorative philosopher The lessons you can’t learn anywhere else Than in the wake of the speedboat Reckless intelligence Finding a way dancing through the fires A genuine smile Save us from the general disparity and emptiness within our peripherals.…

I sometimes wonder if love is a combination of all the emotions I felt for him,— Or their abandonment. The presence of absence. Loss. Did the acknowledgement of the dark give him light? The figure I saw, did it capture and cradle, a bed for this light— or an interpretation of my own shadow? Did…

What I would do to be happy here, but I am disconnected from myself. In the land of predators, I fall short of death in the realm of ghosts. I thought “Maybe I’ll come back.” And then, “Maybe I’ll never reappear.”

My ego doesn’t fit in LA but saying it, gives grievances Maybe I believe in instances Where I live with certain Thieves and sins.

10:51 { Notes The anger of a love that is never returned The nature of love itselt, Though only on one face of the coin Nature taking many forms The bare sand still soaked The other side is mirrored 505 One’s youth preserved in music 808 One’s presence preserved by the bassist One’s song stolen…