Friday, November 18, 2011

i met a beast

hypnotized,
count down from 10.
stared into the corner of dawn.
i see
a beautiful beast
serene
like unmoved water.
i want to touch it
to find a moving stillness
of everything that surrounds me.
i feel more life than ever
in this half asleep dream.

i get closer,
to understand what it is i'm seeing
but it's all changed.
your once majestic face
expands like a frilled neck lizard
snapping, with claws for teeth.
chirps of furious insecurities,
shaking, like a boy in puberty.
vomiting your inner ugliness
like rays of the sun-
shining on me, shining on you,
exposing what you are...
brilliant hate
embodied as my love.
so lets compromise, indeed.
not about substance,
but about your place in my heart.
ill give anything to get you out.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

there's a ghost at my door i recognize. she's got my life in her hands.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

lack as inspiration

i never faked it.
the universe just responded faster to my sincerity
than you or i could have ever done.
of all the things we have in common,
we both know
pain makes for the prettiest music.
tragic poetry like mine.
it's all a novel,
that tears your heart up.
feeding on imaginary sorrows,
missing that kind of love.

i send thank you notes to the skies because im happy.
but i also can't write because of it.
you sing about a loss that's inspired you.
i only know how to do the same.
creation.
inspiration.-
to myself, at least,
only comes from longing.
true love makes me disappear,
but pain brings me closer.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

vague poem

gonna write a vague poem
to tie around my finger.
a secret meal.
like a one time birthday wish.

a distance that tears me apart.
there, i saw a vow in your eyes.
it meant more to me than
words drizzled in honey.
but illusion brought me more
than you've ever said to me.

so i dance with the thought of something.
even if it's not you...
rather than complimenting a longing
that only you can endure.

i got tired of being a masochist.
wary of waiting for the sun.
my nature is to love and love, fully.
it's torture to pretend that it's not.

so give me something
because i can't keep it locked.
it's a black box
full of dreams and passionate song.

i took a sledge hammer to pry it open
took a peak of its' beauty
to write you.





Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011

Talking Baby Mushrooms




I am the mushroom. Living, growing, breathing, speaking my own tongue. Living a life span within seconds. Sharing the universe and the infinite experience with everything that surrounds me.

Salvia changed my life.





copyright 2011

Monday, June 27, 2011

your eyes are a well

no matter how much you try
to fool me, fool you-
your eyes give it away.
they sing -
tiny daggers through my heart 
from all their beauty
and all their pain. joy. slasher massacre.-
reminding me of how awesome it is
to feel that again;
no more violence for dreams,
your presence disarms me.
your song,
like creeping death at the bottom of a wishing well-
found its way to me
just before your last breath.
just before my last ...

Monday, June 20, 2011

empty lover



find something to fuck.
preferable if it walks.
physically, if i get my way.
a hole or two i can stick my pain through.
makes me feel wanted;
cared for by a dirty slut-
with a fetish for my uncontrollable cock.
i use it to try and find myself, again.
i become a tongue that swallows you whole,
like an ouroborus,
so you can be inside me
and i will carry you around every where i go
like a memory that never happened.

i see pussy.
i'm a titty fucking giant in a room full of lesbians.
don't forget my piss in your mouth, doll.

it's not tourettes.
it's a rainbow full of emptiness.
a facade of being a lover when you're not.
you've convinced yourself love isn't what you want.


so dig deep into whatever passion pit you find
to try and fill that hole inside
where a rotting carcass of who you once were slowly dies.
space. void. null. nothing.
you say nothing.
there is no abyss in your eyes,
just the confusion of someone who isn't sure
about what they believe anymore.
it's your own vulnerability you're afraid of;
the reason why you're a slut,
the reason why i'm a prude.

you just may have found yourself.





LVF © 2011

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?



""Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?" was inspired by a little boy with a red shirt on Youtube, who tried his hardest to express that we can truly do anything. The stress and strain to convey such a positive message makes for perfect irony. Remixing and rebuilding a friend's latest track, I added the message, and brought out a covert sexuality in the sound that wasn't there before. The result is the score and the backbone of the film. Tasteful, mesmerizing visuals captivate and accentuate a good thrust. I find that as a female artist, I am drawn to express the power and influence of homoeroticism and fondness for sensuality in my art, often with a hint of humour and inner disturbance."
- LVF

LVF © 2011



Download CULTURE PROPHET'S original track, here// 

Monday, June 6, 2011

sailing away

...with rose petals.





















Photos of a more private nature.