August 2011
4 posts
No more questions, please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, “What for?”
Please- no more.
They disappoint, they disappear, they die but they don’t…
They disappoint, in turn, I fear. Forgive, though, they won’t…
No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can’t undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings....
July 2011
9 posts
3 tags
2 tags
June 2011
14 posts
The next day, we mapped out our escape plan onto our wrists.
And it would have to take a monster’s kiss to wake me.
I hope that when I die you'll take my bloodied...
“If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to...”
– Charles Bukowski (via misswallflower)
tightrope phase
Teetering, if you fuck me up I’m still not bleeding,
not a change of pace or a slip of grace will break me.
There’s never music on in his car.
And later on, the scars in question
will imply all sorts of deception
I’m not willing to engage.
It’s just a phase.
Just a messy phase.
They’ll both just linger on until we act upon
all our guilty little pleasures....
May 2011
30 posts
1 tag
someone take these dreams away | that point me to...
danielnolan:
Still Life - The Horrors (Skying,...
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and...”
– Pablo Neruda (via lookingintotheabyss)
skeletons
whose are
all these bones
singing from the closet
she’s gone
I don’t know
who you’re looking for
go on
rattling
I choose not to hear you
like that
piece of trash
keep it in my past
I'm sick of having dreams so thick that I wake up...
“It’s time to come clean
and make sense of everything.
It’s time that we found...”
– Ellie Goulding (via realityisrippingattheseams)
brianbabylon:
they might be ghosts and devils
but they’ve been good friends to me
when they make me move my limbs
I am weightless and I am free.
so what if I wake up and can’t remember
so what if I wake up and my bodys sore
its still better than being held under
better than washing up on the shore
unmet needs
If you go to sleep starving, why do you wake up full?
And you stuff your face anyway, becaue you’ll never have control.
