To sleep or,
to let my fingers stumble and glide and waltz over the keyboard in efforts to seamlessly scribble some words down with intention, with good intention but no direction.
Slow down,
Swill the remains of the red tinged
putrid fruits
of putrid fruits
the dutch courage
spark
catalyst
that is the start of every story worth telling
and the backbone of every friendship worth having
and the reason behind the untrue words
eagerly running from the end of your pen
stumbling over each other in anticipation to stain the pure canvas black
and make their mark on the world
illustrating the undeniable presence of the need to define ones relationship
with the self
self love
self hate and the suffocating realisation
of self doubt
speed up
drink the remains of the red tinged purtrid fruits
of putrid fruits
and let doubt
Blood, blood, blood. Pumps round the body, predetermined route, predetermined destination, cell after cell, drop after drop. We’ll stop off here in this great big muscle, pump ourselves full of the good stuff, keep us going until the next stop eh? Rosy red cheeks, all full of hope and potential, until you see those other fuckers, all green and blue in the face, look half seasick and half battered, you know that’ll be you soon, give so much to the limbs this structure stands on that you wear yourself to the bone, work yourself to the bone, and for what? So you can keep going til you die. No wonder so many of those little bitches g
“I want to fill up
on narcotics and maybe
feel a tad okay.
-
a voice like earl grey
it warms me right through, winter
isn’t so hard now
-
and if my eyes look
far away and distant i
might just be dreaming.
-
right in this moment
loneliness seeps into me,
circled by bodies.
-
I think I’m okay,
i’ve just been made to believe
that I’m not okay.
-
Words get stuck in my
throat. I try to clear their way,
but to no avail.
-
roll up, roll up, and
then smoke me until you are
stone cold sober babe.
-
i always wait for
you. it’s an intense longing.
endless and so strong.
-
i dreamt a poem
it was beautif
Thoughts of your voice caress me like snowflakes
as i imagine them melting on my skin i shiver
get goosebumps.
like a hook through my navel merely thinking of you pulls me back
into memories of yesterday
or sometime and some place that isn’t now.
i remember the first time i thought about you
different from the first time i heard about you
different from the first i time i met you
the first time i thought about you, you saved me
i was tripping over syllables
stumbling over words and already far too late
cocooned in my duvet
with no hope of turning into a butterfly
i let my mind
wonder about
about someone who would be on the same
To sleep or,
to let my fingers stumble and glide and waltz over the keyboard in efforts to seamlessly scribble some words down with intention, with good intention but no direction.
Slow down,
Swill the remains of the red tinged
putrid fruits
of putrid fruits
the dutch courage
spark
catalyst
that is the start of every story worth telling
and the backbone of every friendship worth having
and the reason behind the untrue words
eagerly running from the end of your pen
stumbling over each other in anticipation to stain the pure canvas black
and make their mark on the world
illustrating the undeniable presence of the need to define ones relationship
with the self
self love
self hate and the suffocating realisation
of self doubt
speed up
drink the remains of the red tinged purtrid fruits
of putrid fruits
and let doubt
Blood, blood, blood. Pumps round the body, predetermined route, predetermined destination, cell after cell, drop after drop. We’ll stop off here in this great big muscle, pump ourselves full of the good stuff, keep us going until the next stop eh? Rosy red cheeks, all full of hope and potential, until you see those other fuckers, all green and blue in the face, look half seasick and half battered, you know that’ll be you soon, give so much to the limbs this structure stands on that you wear yourself to the bone, work yourself to the bone, and for what? So you can keep going til you die. No wonder so many of those little bitches g
“I want to fill up
on narcotics and maybe
feel a tad okay.
-
a voice like earl grey
it warms me right through, winter
isn’t so hard now
-
and if my eyes look
far away and distant i
might just be dreaming.
-
right in this moment
loneliness seeps into me,
circled by bodies.
-
I think I’m okay,
i’ve just been made to believe
that I’m not okay.
-
Words get stuck in my
throat. I try to clear their way,
but to no avail.
-
roll up, roll up, and
then smoke me until you are
stone cold sober babe.
-
i always wait for
you. it’s an intense longing.
endless and so strong.
-
i dreamt a poem
it was beautif
Game of Thrones, Lost Girl, Greys Anatomy, Bomb Girls, Supernatural, Pretty Little Liars, Glee, Parks and Recreation, Community, Arrested Development, etc.
Fuck, so the last time i logged into this website was 2009. It's half way through 2013 now. Does anyone still follow me? Who the fuck knows. I actually only logged on to see whether one of my old friends still uses her account, I lost touch with her after MSN shut down. Makes me feel mighty old. Well one this hasn't changed. I'm still a writer, so maybe I should get this up and running again.
hey guys (:
wow it's been so long since i've written one of these
umm it's not totally my fault though
my computer died
and is still dead
so i've been scavenging internet from wherever i can
i should be getting some from my computer soon
hopefully
umm so what have you guys been up to?
i've misssed you an awful amount
i didn't realise i often i go on dA
until i had my internet taken away from me
so guess what
i went to a paramore concert yesterday
and it was the BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE
seriously
it was amazing
before their song
the only exception
hayley was like yeah josh got a letter earlier today
and josh was like could
yo yo yo homies (:
how're you guy ?
okay so this journal is basically a feature for whitenightglasses (https://www.deviantart.com/whitenightglasses) contest winners. now you guys have to go check out everyone who entered, because they were all amazing, i'm not even kidding it was like WHOA. you serious. so i'll set you up with a linky later and go check them out fav and comment. comprendo?
HOKAYS so here is the winner (:
xoxoraybaybay (https://www.deviantart.com/xoxoraybaybay) with, flowers http://xoxoraybaybay.deviantart.com/art/contest-entry-flowers-132339921
in second place came
TheAfterWhys (https://www.deviantart.com/theafterwhys) with Andabate http://theafterwhys.deviantart.com/art/Andabate-131044034
and honorable mentions
ItsxMagik (https://www.deviantart.com/itsxmagik)
:dev
So, I was just going through and deleting my old poems, since they no longer aply to me... andI read in one that we are officially friends... so why haven't we talked, FRIEND?!
Lol, I'm just playing around, but seriously, how's life? :]
you my friend are absolutely ridiculous, i love you very much right now for doing that (: gosh i reckon i'm going to have to make you my new bestfriend
no problem at all, i was looking through my old deviations to delete them, and i found that one of them (a picture of some snowmen i made) was dedicated to your old account, this must have been about a year ago, but i couldn't remember you at all but i thought maybe if i looked through some of your new stuff it'd help me remember xD