I like to write but i'm not very good at it. I like to photo-manipulate and I'm mediocre, and I take photographs that mean nothing to anyone but me. |


myself is a long way offme. they are someone i haven't seen in a while or maybe even a long time. i lost count amongst autumn leaves and lengthy novels.myself is a long way off
they are lost under waves of feeling and tricky verses and words
that bind them before they can find somebody else.
and their hair is not the colour of the thoughts and feelings they have it is brown and their eyes are not full of skys up high and the contents of dirty canals they are blue
and if i maybe realised that this is about
me and not some character who is interesting and writes obitua


spiders in my headi want to be so frail and been only bone and spidering veins that pattern my thin skin so you can't ever make me feel like i don't deserve you and that i am uglyspiders in my head
so my knees look swollen and you imagine that you could break them and me instead of my heart.


spiteI want you out of my mind, and my heart, and my nerve endings. I can't even cough you up because when I'm gasping for air you rush down my motorways and find your way back to my heart in 0.03 seconds.spite
I don't want to think of you and write endless poems, dedicated to you, while telling myself that they are for all those beautiful boys (with letters in their heads and owls whispering in their heads), instead of you, (with lies on your fingertips and a hero[in] complex).
I want to forget every molecule of you and every strand of thought that is linked to you, your neighbours dog, or even the cafe at the end of your st


Jane"Andrea! Andrea, are you listening? Where is Jane!? This is very important darling. The policeman needs to know."Jane
They are making me see it again.
Jane is sitting in the sun and it is draining her and I can only watch in horror as her pretty cream skin runs down her arms and starts to spread around her like wax. I feel sick and she doesn't notice, and she doesn't even scream when I tell her and plead with her to stop burning down like a candle. Jane is never afraid, and that scares me, but I think if she was ever scared that would be too terrible for us all to cope, so instead she sits calmly while her skin poo


dear j.dear j. i am writing to say that i think my eyes are broken, because sunsets look like rotting peaches and smell like burning feathers. i am writing to say that i smashed four mirrors today because the girl inside of them had sharp teeth and sad eyes. i am writing to say that i bought brightly colored tape at the store today and i am going to use it to piece together the broken bits inside of me. [i am writing because a bluejay landed outside my window and sang about the shards of glass on the floor. its eyes were brown, like yours. i had to look away and smash an inkpot so it would make ugly stains on the floor, because i was afrdear j.


my Delphic Head gave Lust headO cephalic Mistress ! Thou art but an effigy of Emotion's bourgeoisie; a marathon of secrecy in colloquial revelry, repressing regal reveries one might murder for.my Delphic Head gave Lust head
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Luxuria had an unfair affair on my Heart; my libidinous head shattered Her naivety via grotesque Romance.
She's so confused, She's trying to sing braille in twenty-two octaves, trying to whistle uninvented languages while choral gondoliers chase the canal in Her unfulfilled, unfulfilling arteries.
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Hark! coquettish har
I like to write but i'm not very good at it. I like to photo-manipulate and I'm mediocre, and I take photographs that mean nothing to anyone but me. |
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And so Jesus said: "Turn the other cheek."
And so we said: "If you turn away from the problem, you won't understand what's the matter, dumbass."
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"It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap
And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
...and start to feel mortality surround me" - regina spektor
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"It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap
And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
...and start to feel mortality surround me" - regina spektor
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