Reaching for the DawnI wish i could be with you.Reaching for the Dawn
You have no idea how cluttered my mind is with thoughts of you,
imaginings of you placing your hands at the edge of my fragile sloping hip-bones, fingers skimming over the curve of my spine like
droplets of water traveling over the petals of a rose.
I can smell your perfume of stale cigarettes and,
and axe spray and, and that faint unrecognisable scent of
something sad.
I want to feel your lips press to mine once more. dawn kissing the dark horizen, lending it the light it needs
to become day once more. &nb
The Dust Has SettledCurled up under my black blanket with all the lights shut off, locked in the fetal position, the velvet walls of my recreated womb pulsing with every weak little wet breath i make, eyes closed and hands crossed hoping to recreate that purity before this world touched me with its filthy hands and dragged its fingernails across my eyelids.The Dust Has Settled
Theres this layer of dust and dirt and spit and semen sucked into my skin, and no matter how much i scrubscrubscrub in the lava of the yellow-walled shower its not coming off. no matter how much moist thick water vapor i breath in, it wont replace the cigarette
ifIf you cared you would take my hand andif
let my tears soak into the wooly fabric of your sweater and tell me it will all be allright
If you cared you would stop saying that shit smells like sunshine and that one day you'll fly me away when you never had the strength to grow any wings
If you cared you would stoping painting ugly words pretty colours and trying to shove them down my throat with disgusting thrusts and stupid fucking promises
If you cared you would knock as you
A Proud Non-Poeti think i hate poets.A Proud Non-Poet
I write poetry, but i am not a poet. and i am glad because all the poets i have met or heard of
or read of are pompous nonsensical dramatic adults with the minds of
suicidal teenage girls, that like to string together pretty words that mean absolutely nothing at all and call it a pearl necklace when really its just some white plastic balls. They rip their toungues off, trying to be poetic, when non-poetics like me realise that when you try all your doing is turning rainbows into shit smears in
Lost
_122when we first moved to the city i would catch a bus to see Doug every day after work that was before i met Gen. she was the first girl id ever loved for real the night we kissed she turned to me and said 'lets never have sex!' i was kind of glad. that same night i slept in her jumper and forgot about all the things she never told me because they didnt seem to matter._122
i would take her with me to see Doug every now and then sometimes he would just sit inside his huge brown hoodie and talk quietly about things we couldnt hear. once when Gen was out the room he said to me 'dont yo
FUCK YOU TERM PAPERS
Screwed
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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I've got a secret please don't repeat it, i took the chemicals we took to make our chemistry, and i remixed it, it didn't fix shit, all it did was make our memories a blur to me.
This emergency brought you to me.
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you're a gem xox
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