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Perhaps she will regret straight A's, cashing in these roads gone untraveled,
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i never cared, cared for myself,
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I sat stony, like a statue perched on the ledge of indifference. dangerous indifference.
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Like a porcupine in a field of balloons everything i reached for, gave a short shrieking pop and deflated at my feet, so i sent silent messages, watched with my little eyes, and talked. how i talked.
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why does art normally represent people, or objects, or scenery? why allow them to intrude into pictures?
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'IF YOU WANT TO COMPLAIN I AM NOT THE COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT!!' slamming doors, a rustle as my fathers shoes, skid skid, slowly to the door,
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I thank you, for refusing to listen, because it gave me the fuel i needed to scream, I thank you for destroying everything i had, because it taught me too dream, and articulate a magical kingdom, of determination, because you
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We all seem to be so cut and dry, with our masks of indifference,
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Systematic gentle impulsion, fearless on my breath, blossoming flowers of condensation from lips, gushing profane promises.
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Brown eyes paper bark rough and round the iris reflexes to the light, down down my feet scarred from running, running with the breath of fearless night, tear drops ignite a fire of rage blossoming lips kiss the salt, bitter e
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I was brave once, as brave as lions, as brave as heroes,
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My arms, are naked branches, outstretched, they reach for you,
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The crisp air closes around the soft light, flickering under the door, particles of dust, flippant, free, spin like carousels, thoughtless, around and around there putting on a show, a show for me, they criss cross, dipping i
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The sensational season change blew through the house, it ruffled the rubbish, and hurtled the ash from overflowing ash trays along the ridged faces of walls, They said nothing, they spoke little, they only whispered complaint
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what are in you pockets? Dust bunnies, screwed up pieces of paper and a packet of half eaten gum i saved for later.
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The salty taste is bitter, on my crooning thoughts,
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I've been so fucked depressed, i need something to pull me out of this slump, i cannot come to grips with the fact that this is just to hard to swallow, so i sit here my little pill of pain, and this bottle of liquor is my me
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I feel so dam depressed, these bruises and these bumps scratches,cuts and lumps. Cover my skin, Marking the crawling pass of time, i am starting to get lost again losing my sense of humour down the drain, i see my laughter fa
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For a moment we whistled in the wind of perfection,
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We saw a star die on the horizon, we wished for a teleporter, So his house on the mountain and my dwelling in surburbian jungles,
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1. Would you rather eat a bar of soap or drink of bottle of dish washing liquid?
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The smell of your hair and the touch of your breath, earned me a front row ticket, to a night all alone, and a front row seat,
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The cool air, silent moist and trickling is slithering around in the darkness, against the houses of every no hoper, dead beat, reject, i toss a stone,
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1. physically, 15 emotionally, around 50,
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The clock has frozen on 9:15 for hours, and the clouds tower their congregating against the icy blue, the shadows swim across my face and a waterfall has leaked along my eyelashes, clinging for dear life against my irises, s
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I have a little romance giggles, and shit, i have a teenage drama, just give me a hero,
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the flood is coming and i will dance in the rain, my hair streaming in wild tentacles and blood swimming through my veins,
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Everything i felt for you was stuck into the pocket of your jeans, the stitches holding us together don't compliment my outfit,
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doses of adrenalin expelled through veins hiding beneath the tender surface of your skin, flashing through you like a current of electricity it flails up your eyelids,
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The sky tonight, is dark, full of sea snakes
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your dead voice is embedding me with a million misconceptions, I feel the twinge of paranoia as you say goodbye,
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Repetition revolving on these well trodden paths, Arguments lingering still green as freshly moan grass,
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Strolling these dark streets with narcotics pitted for a place in my pocket, Upon this artificial maze, weeping death laden air,
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