crotch shot

crotch shot

Down

Wake up
The sun is going down
Get out of bed
Footsteps on the ground
Doesn’t matter
What’s the difference?
I don’t really care anymore.
Up so high, down so low
It’s the turning of time
I already know.
I hear it all the time
I hear it everyday
I’m lost in my brain
It’s melting away.
Yesterday, tomorrow, today
Sometime
It all comes back to the same old line
Doesn’t matter
What’s the difference?
I don’t really care anymore.
I’m lost in my brain
It’s melting away,
You can see it, you can feel it
It’s dripping out of my ears
Pooling at my feet
Right below my knees
I’m melting away
My brain is melting away

- Charly Conklin

Me and the lead singer of my favorite band Wavves

Me and the lead singer of my favorite band Wavves

Million Dollar Painting on a Brown Paper Bag

There’s something that confuses me about custom now-a-days
Everybody is always talking about doing drugs and getting laid
If they’re not doing that, they’re complaining about getting paid
Or they’re bragging about that person they saved.
Nobody takes the time anymore
To appreciate the individual mind that’s at the core
They think conversation is nothing but a bore
And preventing awkward silences comes as a chore.
They want to throw you on the bed
Fuck your head instead
Of getting in it and seeing what you’re about.
Sex is more than just a hot thrill, it’s a connection
Being vulnerable to someone, letting them be your protection
Make them feel wanted, like they’re your only selection
Looking so deeply into the eyes, you see your reflection.
Sex is beautiful, there’s no reason to be against it
But don’t waste conversation and exploration on being pretentious.
It’s supposed to be magic and leave you with a high
It shouldn’t be something you just wanted to try
It’s a passionate quest through the body, spirit, and mind
Why waste all that on awkward hellos and goodbyes?
People argue we are animals with sex drives
Like in the jungle and ocean
But what they fail to discuss is we are humans with powerful emotions
Everything we do is met with a subconscious notion
It’s our minds and hearts that are as deep as those jungles and oceans.
I would say I am real, I’ve seen both sides
I just need to tell the truth because I can no longer lie
I want the heat of my heart to burn and stay alive
When it seems the ones are me have burned out and died

- Charly Conklin

Dysfunctional Christmas Lights could be a cool band name

Dysfunctional Christmas Lights could be a cool band name

From my mind to paper

There once was man who was blind and deaf. He also had a photographic memory so in theory, he remembered absolutely nothing. He had a female friend who preferred to be addressed as a man but was attracted to other men which leads me to assume she is a straight female. Her sister was a midget suffering from gigantism, so she was a standard sized young girl. A pleasant girl if you ask me. Her best friend was bi-racial but her parents were both white. Her mom must have had an affair with the mail man. She told me she saw them together once. The mail man’s wife is paralyzed from the hips, down, but complains about her feet being asleep - She’s been lying for 25 years about her injury. Sometimes she cuts her legs with razors. Their dog is a pitbull, rescued from an abusive owner, who loves to cuddle with the cats and the cats are protective of their owners. The front door of their house leads to the back yard and their back yard has cars driving past it. The sewers lead to oceans that sit in the tubs of playful children. The children are young but were elderly and frail just the day before while the parents are children looking out for the weak.

- Charly Conklin

Crawling

All I can write about is my inner turmoil

On days when my brain is wretched and uncoiled

These days, to me, act as a foil

To the two sides of my life like water and oil.

One day I can wake and feel the plates are aligned

Bringing positive energy through the divits of my mind

I wave from the ship to the friendly passer- bys

As I effortlessly look to beauty I always find.

Then clouds emerge from the pale blue sky

And I feel a sudden shift in the former straight line

I’m brought back inside the tears that I’ve cried

Bent forward to a circle with the disks of my spine.

Skin melts away bearing sensitive flesh

Leaving nothing to show but a pathetic mess

Standing there naked wishing for a dress

To cover the scars and wounds that are fresh.

Nobody comes, they all just stare for your next move

You feel their pupils burning up and down creating a groove

With a flame that’s so hot, it’s burning blue

While you’re thinking in your head

“If they only knew”

- Charly Conklin

Megan’s surprise cake for me turned into a truly artistic endeavor 

Megan’s surprise cake for me turned into a truly artistic endeavor 

23 (Response to the song ‘How Are You’ by Wavves)

I don’t know

What went 

wrong last night

I don’t know

where’d all the beautiful lights go

I guess I’ve made the leap 

I died in my sleep

I’m falling free

On the morning 

of 23

All i know

I think I took the dive

I said I saw 22

But I won’t see 25

I woke up in this place

I’m out of my head

In this room

At the foot of this bed

I see him

He sees me too

Don’t know to do

I say

Ha-ha-ha-how

ha-ha-ha-how are you?

He said 

“I won’t see 25 but I’m here for 22”

I guess I’ve made the leap 

I died in my sleep

I’m falling free

On the morning 

of 23

I see him

In the light of the moon

Won’t see 25

So I’ll see you soon

Real soon

Soon, real soon

- Charly Conklin