February 2012
15 posts
This reflection is beckoning, like the highest tide of soulless water which pours diligence through a tinted glass. Come with me to the pearls of the sea and fight consumption with a tied gut that pounds with fear. Thoughtless resonance of the spiraling frost and let there be ailment whilst floating in a constitutional war through severed fists we remain. Shaking at the severity that held last...
Thunder, like shattering barrels of open fire in a distance I long to meet; you are the fearing and the fearful. I have grown a distance to this society whilst it shadows its self in complacent theories of bettering whilst the truth remains: we are nothing. Memories see defeat as a weakened soul against gain with our own conscience of worth and weight. Rectified with treason, for a weathered face...
Girls need to understand that I’m engaged; not a piano teacher. If I’m consolidating a girl because of “blah” than there is no related reason for her to try and take the move. If I call a girl sexy after she says she’s fat; that’s what my job as a male is in the first place. If I tell a girl that I’d love to photograph her; it means I want to take...
I lost you, deep beneath the layers of skin that protect a bubble-nosed face from toxic air. You’re free to go; never come back. Ill fight for you in my dreams while you flutter lost like a leaf in a storm of pitted moods. Dismally dreary on dawned draws through fetched wood on satirical sheets,: the virgin was never innocent at all. Fall back to your words; you loved me. This significance of...
January 2012
17 posts
Relapse.
If I were to leave; would you come with me? We could sail the farthest shores and hide inside of lakes. Oh! darling, find me restless tonight for the world spins on an axis of uncertainty and the only consistency of my thoughts is the newfound land which mores behind these eyes. I’d long for adventure; we could dress as our dreams and follow the winter as to never feel this heat. Always the...
You’re speaking from heart, this loss of affection gains new approach for the weather’s acting like that chubby slut I’d once claimed to love. Where are the souls of the holy and the moral? This new society shows me nothing more than deviled details inside the net we cannot escape that teaches children to be whores. I longed for the wind whilst stagnant on the ocean, yet now I wish the wind to die...
I lay alone in the shielded pits of a humanity which tore its own. Whispering dares to harvest thoughts of ridicule in a game. Fighting theory for elegance solidified without the war of silence against ritual desolation. Begging for the touch of affection from a love once claimed as my own, these nights collide like rivers bend for the most unholy consequence. Why is there no lust for seduction...
The viscous step, baffled conscience without regret. Kneeling on the hardest tar for moments captured in elegance. He stands in your fears for your treatment is distance. Like the dancing moon there finds reprise of indifference in catholic tongue. I’ve found all the words you’d never said, there locked deep in my mind, conscripting the darkness of tapping toes whilst a white light...
A small bird, documented in a paragraph: they were the days. Believe in a future and believe in London. I have walked with you before, and seen that your face only reappears when we are burned. Like a forest of charcoal, I draw you in black and white. Please know the decency inside of a frail duplicate; you are who you want to be. The moments I could mutter and copy a mirrors pause or silver...
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There's something about girls with large breasts...
December 2011
52 posts
Anonymous asked: Say your not obsessed, write a huge thing about same girl, you're a dickhead, people would feel sorry for you if you weren't such a blatantly mentally handicapped faggot who plays up to it just for the reaction. Grow a set and man up, I hope your fiancée leaves you and you end up alone again.
Anonymous asked: does kiyahs boyfriend know of your obsession with kiyah? she speaks so low of you and you idolize her... I don't get it.
I knew them. Sitting naked on the bed in a sweat...
There’s a notch, cabaret of beautiful things whilst I remain closed with shuddering eyes wishing for the leftovers of brilliance which found my heart; once. I’d question myself ten million times before I’d find pride again, as I type in tears; where did that silhouette go? Spent captive to a sound of familiar tones with the resonating lights in train yard carriages flowing...
Stagnant control in menial states which deficate the pleasure from discomfort. I needed you last night, fighting the pillows like last time; mending the simple satire of opulence against hollowed thoughts of love and lust. These are the empty poems I leave for you to sight at first light with stubborn cheeks against silk sheets. Forever we are intertwined like voyages at sea through paths of miles...