Purgatorycomatose• Show poetry

There is no true love, just a finely tuned jealousy.

I am a student in Reading, England (originally from near Manchester), my biggest influences are Keats, Poe and the Manic Street Preachers and anyone who has heard their first 4 albums probably knows why. I write for fun and because words mean so much to me, I'm pretty isolated and internal and I seem to clam up easily in public situations. I have some bizarre OCD behaviourial patterns. I love the Simpsons and Blackadder. I struggle to sleep sometimes. I am not sure how talented I am as my poetry has been very private until now but I want to improve so all criticism is welcome (as is praise, naturally).
Swallowing doses of oblivion.

"Architecture does really exist, like Coca-Cola: though coated with ideology, it is a real production, falsely satisfying a falsified need... Modern capitalism, which organizes the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, is incapable of presenting any spectacle other than that of our own alienation". - Raoul Vaneigem, 'Internationale Situationniste' #6

I KNOW I BELIEVE IN NOTHING BUT IT IS MY NOTHING

"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world."
Octave Mirbeau - 'The Torture Garden'

"I should have been, I don’t know, a con-man, a robber or a prostitute. But it was vanity that made me choose painting, vanity and chance" - Francis Bacon

“Acedia or sloth…is the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing and only remains alive because there is nothing to die for.” - Dorothy L Sayers

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
all things I like looking at
too weak to fuss, too weak to die
choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
this discipline's so rare so please applaud
just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

yeah 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
through staring blankly at my navel.