December 2011
1 post
October 2011
1 post
i wish someone loved dr manhattan as much as me;
the gunpowder between my teeth lets me know that I’ve come clean it should be easy to say goodbye since you won’t be looking at me
September 2011
2 posts
she was woven with cloud and glass eyes like crystals and frozen fire
-stateless
Anonymous asked: Why don't you just kill them all Burn it like you did that fall In bright flames that may light the black heart The call that we all heed Into deep dark part Far, far apart from the lives we lead.
June 2011
2 posts
my ears are full of spiderwebs, they glisten when I’m cold.
she sat in a chair. the chair was old, made of thousands of dark, rough splinters. simply made, its wooden lines curved from needle thin legs to rise proudly to a rectangular back panel, overlaid with a thin sheen of silvered ivory. at contrast with the plain woodwork, the ivory backing was full of intricate detail, a canvas delicately carved into a heavenly scene. the girl was nothing, a mass of...
May 2011
1 post
i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you
everything in my world is made up of thousands, millions, trillions of these words repeated.
April 2011
2 posts
i look into the mirror and i don;t like what i see. i don;t want to exist. i want to be nothing, no-one. i wish i could just lean back and exhale softly, and let my soul escape like cigarette smoke. hazy, forming intricate patterns as it drifts upwards. mingling with the far-scattered minute pieces of all of those who;ve lived before me. i wan;t to let my empty prison go. i wan;t to watch, as...
sometimes I feel when I need someone to listen, the best person would be no-one, a stranger, a non-identifiable uncertain, unlikely even, paper russian roulette, target. of flesh or myriad else. when I can’t burden those I know with regret I would write letters and burn them down by the lake. at night. letting the smoke cling to my hair and hope un-me understands. maybe the flickering ash...
March 2011
1 post
I really just need someone
February 2011
12 posts
she looks like a witch. accompanied by two friends, hand-maidens perhaps, spilling from the open elevator with a flick of her golden hair. the hotel builds itself on top of a short, small doorway, joined and leading down sharp tiers of stairs to a depressed lane. featureless brick, glass and posters along the lane have similar doors hammered into them, tiny mouths to swallow, and sky reaching...
you;re either so close to perfect, or your tongue;s so precious silver would be jealous.
it;s kind of funny. well not really in that high pitched giggle inducing way, or anything along those lines. something dark and honest. everyone I’ve loved and waited for, has whispered delicate emotions neverending of a wish for duology. while perhaps meaning not, perhaps meaning full. but being for someone else. how much can you want something yet choose others. even though time must pass....
I smoked 6 cigarettes this valentines day, a black circle for each year I;ve known you.
i love clouds.
there;s so much pain. so much suffering. cliche. is a label arrogant fucks use when they don;t want to think about some truth or another. sorry. is the word people use when they don;t want to listen anymore. when they feel trapped in the oral destabilisation of the balance between what is to be hidden, and what is to be shared. between the task of self-comfort and the effort to conjur a...
I really wish I had someone.
part of me wants to wake up dead. that part of me, is all of me.
two hours is very little. next to nothing. a temporal snowflake hiccup of existence, melting at reality;s touch. into chemicals of memory and melancholic light. it;s all it;s taken. for me to slowly unravel and fall apart. wherever i find myself i;m away. i stare into the staticky colour swirl of an unset television for hours, watching it shade the walls, amusing myself trying to find patterns in...
in snow and pain. with fire and light. of those who;ve lived and lost. fake in love;s delight.
winter;s spell danced it;s fingers on your bones. and blood dribbled it;s messy way into your home. this can;t be goodbye when my skin feels so alone, this won;t be goodnight, we;ve got nightmares left to sow. while i wish for nothing but my end, i;ll curse your name until i know, mine;s not the only love i;ll send, laying face-down in the snow.
i;ll miss where i;m not. and all those i;ve lost.
January 2011
8 posts
sitting at a table, i rest my head in clawed hands. every time i cough with my eyes closed white lightning forms daggers behind my eyelids. slivers of red liquid fall from my nose and lips, as i try to stop my chest shaking.
black powdered lashes and rose coloured lips. smoke dust dancing in silver clouds from silent whisper. web-lined legs parading amorous appeal. warming gently, my heart calls my mouth a liar. silicone an artwork painted across this darkened frame. moonlight tickles my skin and beautifies her lines. sarcasm caught with honesty shining from iridescent eyes. possibilities and lost chances, falling so...
you are naught but air. choked into delicate form, an artful rendition of hell;s divine. body broken, soul stolen. and all your flaws covered in such a lustful grin.
you;re a doll. you;re a princess. a filth splattered, babyheart shattered, lost soul dancing away.
broken hearts, and heavy hands.
i ruin my secrets i ruin my life ill balance my throat on your heart and my knife
there is no hope for humanity
for a moment i let go of the thought that has held me for the longest. scattered embers fall from the burning building like dark snowflakes, to coat the tired pavement resting underneath. we live and die alike. cursing and fucking. lying and cheating until the only thing we can feel is the once stabbing agony now muted to a soft and comfortable sensation. our heart of hearts lost, ruined and...
and so again