by Vivianne Serendipia
Sarcasm is prohibited,
one would normally
walk down the street
Ashamed of its be=ingΩΩΩ
Kindness, respect, social harmony
Generating waste and discomfort
human beings need sarcasm
to get rid of distress
unresolved impulses that
if they were not channeled
the expression might push to violence
a destructive impulse covered.
If sarcasm were prohibited,
one would normally walk down
irony is a case of split insides.
What a ridiculous voice,
Absurd but no message to produce
By Vivianne Serendipia
White Butterfly dew of hearts
You will be ethereal in eternity,
from all gardens and heavens
and the wind sings to your dance
Dew that touches the land
Salty breeze by the sea
Cricketers murmuring on the grass
when illuminating the dark sky
Swimming in the lake of dreams
undressing the body and soul
this act hypnotizes the moon
attracted by the absence of light
You will be ethereal in eternity
when illuminating the dark sky
swimming in the lake of dreams
attracted by the absence of light.
Song:
White Butterfly dew of hearts
You will be ethereal in eternity,
from all gardens and heavens
and the wind sings to your dance
Dew that touches the land
Salty breeze by the sea
Cricketers murmuring on the grass
when illuminating the dark sky
Swimming in the lake of dreams
undressing the body and soul
this act hypnotizes the moon
attracted by the absence of light
You will be ethereal in eternity
when illuminating the dark sky
swimming in the lake of dreams
attracted by the absence of light.
by Vivianne Serendipia
Beauty is unbearable
Visibility unnecessary
it drives us to madness
offering a bite of eternity
one that would obsessively
that would like to perpetuate
that one too stands for all
making us feel “nice”
Like in need of nourishment
in terms of engagement
I’m in a run > flaws …..
hoping all goes good after all.
For some time I talked to a friend, he told me that when he walked with a woman on the street he felt more insecure, because couples are easy to steal. How that can be when we walk alone we pray that if someone attacks us is to rob us and not to rape or murder us.
Don’t congratulate us acknowledging your privileges. because being happy is going to be the day we can walk alone down the street with the same security as you a Utopia (my parents dream) is that any women wasn’t misjudge, put down, misrepresent, ignore when real thing happen to her.
Happy women’s day.
Stop using excuses to make more of yourself, bringing gifs, basic phrases, fake support. Pull yourself together.
by Viviannek Serendipia
People tend to introduce in a clue
and the hectic timelines they’re into
the world becoming a bit surrealistic
An indulgence of all the stimulants
A desire inside a tedious momentum
with no sense of grief or unity
a viewpoint blocking discrepancies
despairing overwhelming intimacy
People talking to plant their seed
after so many thoughts of so many words
Navigating the world, living
a free soul with so many things that hurts
With courage facing a thousand battles,
Wounded by an arrow that still bleeds me
I have been a guide, a ballast, a shelter
I’ve walked the streets determine
Good childhood and long-lived parents
Believing in the weight of my actions
Ups and downs, I get it, I’m living
I’m going outside when time stops
Turning off the lights and looking inside
Crying and smiling, living my timeline
Woven gardens where once there was stone
drowned in my fog, between oversaturated
I have slept in corners and manoirs
I’ve drawn the world like deciphering combinations
Succumbing to temptations and mirages
A zultanite, changing colors to find an answer
Emotional of seeing the wondrous creation in all things
I have suffered from depression, and panic attacks
I’ve seen people die and die on my own, in a coma
Opened dimensionalities that should not be open
Had suffered desire just like a slow death
For perfection, I did crazy things,
but for love, I did many more
Enjoying the pleasures, accepting life
I distanced myself for them to survive
Cried my rage and autodestruction came
One half so still, the other half running
Split into two halves, a Jin & Jang mind
Modesty must be cultivated equally
it will forever remain as a house plant,
while affectation and leaf were borrowed
lasciviousness conceive voluptuous pleasures.
guild came from contaminating the mind
an innocent by instilling in it a false delicacy
Premature precautions towards the other sex
I am inclined to prevent acquiring unpleasantly
Health and beauty ablutions to frequent,
dignify of my picky ear, rank that requires help
should never be done has been completed
Insult to the majesty of the human creature.
Embracing immodest habits,
Learned many nasty pranks
mixing us together
indiscriminately / inappropriate.
By Vivianne K Serendipia
Sensitivity took the creature by surprise
led to madness, to vice, leading reason awakens
the terrible guilt falls deep on the mind.
Relief, afflicted, and desensitize
Guided reason and supported for weakness
A dream of passion, and flowery meadows
Waking up from sleep to face a world
contemptuous and alone in a desert.
Creators, the favorites of the sex,
who respect in appearance,
but in their interior despise the weak
they can’t settle with giving up
the greatest sensual satisfaction
the savoriest of virtue
Renunciation.
by Vivianne Serendipia
Centralized power desire’s to own,
raise and blur on the next day
lose time in a non-ending spiral
visually loop circles in the distance
but sn organic pattern if look up close.
An index to change,
an incentive of a loose light,
the point, the exits.
Same people over an over
different name, age and day
eyes that ground me on LA,
place that exudes beautiful madness.
With 1 and 1000 narratives
attach live inside crystalline dreams
Blinking blurry titles
reminding me life time spam.
Once upon I create myself
something less harmful than the true
a tolerable existence on an invisible city
When utopias and ideas can liberate
By Viviannek Serendipia
When I am depressed, I am not functional.
I collapse and am unable to leave the fetal position
I can’t cross-eye contact with people
After several afternoons on the side,
I put my bare feet on the ground
and I remember that I have a have some talent for arts
I turn it on the computer
I’m still living!
Blessed the sky, the ocean, and the ground.
There is nothing like being naked in my room
What will my neighbors think?
I do not care.
Don’t care it all
And now that?
My brain is parched too many pointless tasks.
I review the sketches I make before I sleep.
I like this one, but it’s complex, not today.
Something simpler.
There is nothing simple here.
Something repeated, it doesn’t mean anything.
I don’t have to innovate today.
I work on whatever and open some tools.
You see? Better.
If doing art had a smell, it would smell like the house I grew up in.
How nice it is to see my colleagues enjoying their craft.
It is different each time, but I recognize it.
I know my soul has an odor, but I can’t smell it.
A shame
light.
How many defects.
But I can remove them.
One by one, by hand, there is no rush.
It is becoming more and more pleasant to feel lighter
I no longer remember which parts were habit
and which parts I made up.
But the result is me.
It is more mine than my body.
Almost done.
I force the symmetry and then break it a little bit.
Like when I leave all my things perfectly lined up on the table,
then take one out.
It looks off, just for fun.
I have created something.
It does not matter if it is repeated.
It does not matter if looks pretty.
I’m already less sad.
Or will it affect individualism?
BY Vivianne Serendipia
BY Vivianne K Serendipia
Now that you found yourself alone
Between sheets and a bed
Tell me now what you will do
Everything is a coincidence already
Now I am no longer a weight
Tell me, which excuse will you invent
You will invent that there is no time
Eternal time has done above and beyond
You can’t profit from me much longer
Any wrongdoing cannot be excused
was not because of luck or my fault
enough vague arguments falling down
Now I am no longer a weight
Tell me, which excuse will you invent
You will invent that there is no time
Eternal time has done above and beyond
Laughing and finding an excuse
but I was naive at night waiting for you
looking my hand, after you left
after that rain of memories
VIVIANNE SERENDIPIA 