The Books Of Azra: The What & The Why

The Books Of Azra: The What & The Why: "A while ago my friend Azra told me that she was leaving town for a few months and that she needed somewhere to store her books. Today I coll..."

Cindy Sherman 'Doll Clothes', 1975. Stills from 16 mm film © Cindy Sherman / Sammlung Verbund, Vienna / Sprüth Magers Berlin London

 

This is for you.

Smell sour, sing out loud for those who cannot, listen to hatred and forgive,

come to realize what you've got.

Dip into heaven, feel silent sound, make your bed and sleep on the ground.

Playing with a purpose never felt like fun until you became vulnerable,

until you think you may have found the one.

Pull me over and ill pretend not to be scared,

lease give pleasure, before i lose the last of my tread.

Forgetting to feel.

She used to smell holiday before she laid her head to rest,

the window of her heart was left open, left vulnerable for all to test, 

she'd made up her mind, decided it was time, 

and that's when it all turned a right mess.

Misfit 

You wear it wrong, but i dont mind, i knew you'd fight the air.

 Gone so long, i lost my lie, i lost my will to care.

Face to the fact, fire burns fire back,

truth, command or dare?

 

Wowie Bowie!

 Nothing really matters. 
 

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She turned her feelings inside out and left chaos all over the floor.

He wore her emotions out to play and kept on shutting the door.
They drank up the smoky moonlight and asked for more, like how it was before.

My kind of light bulb moment.

- Tippy toe.

All i saw was disaster in my levels of low

All i felt was gloom in my life of endless woes

Then i sat up and got polished, washed my sins with a pot of tea

I opened my heart with a lock and a key

Now im taller than ever.

I walk on tippy toes.

Heels in the sand.

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If I could sleep forever <3

In my eyes, in my eyes.

 

Birds make me jealous as they take to the skies

Love makes me zealous when i hit silly highs

A picked flower has a story , then regretfully dies

Mother maketh milk and Father wears ties

I detest hearing cries, I dislike goodbyes.

Nikolay Diletsky's circle of fifths in Idea grammatiki musikiyskoy (Moscow, 1679)

Climbing tears that run like bitter tea

 

Socks and heels.

Kelley Ash Tokion

Yesterday i tasted colours and heard silence.
Today i am those colours and the silence is turned up high.

Tomorrow I'll be brand new.

Yael Naim new soul

I watched him merrily pretend to be.
And I held his presence high.
He put his eyes to me and I almost nearly died.
Inside, outside, inside, on
Will you ever do me wrong?
Upside, downside, upside, in.
Seize your lies, those lips of sin.

Typewriter.

Tis been far too long and my fingers are weeping. They need to release that other emotion and create something that only i will understand, that only you will decide whether you care or not. If you don't that's ok, its all about me.