| passe |
[Aug. 24th, 2009 11:32 am] |
its bristles of soft brushes
painting poignant shame
brush brush brush.
piercing through all senses of conscious
pulsating waves of dusty pain
slow,
strong,
mirthless.
it made conscious an organ,
a contrite organ.
a disorientated,
perturbed,
coercible
organ.
it transforms you into a reticent shadow.
you'll find that you can't
collect yourself together
like decaying was sweet
a leather bag
full of little sparkling black ants
inoculating that
dinner should be left
unfinished!
ice cream in cone
left in the heat to melt
drip drip drip. and
fluffy white clouds of candy.
hero.
a graceful lure,
they can't help
this winding labyrinth
what if rain was pink liquid
and trees had blue bark
and organs were dark orange.
or yellow.
or black.
black is so passe.
really?
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| storeys so high |
[May. 12th, 2009 10:02 pm] |
Repeated angels dancing in chocolate and sun
In the fields of the wolves and them dances of drunk
and what have
sunk
sink
sunk.
re-run.
skipping on salty cheeks of bane
remains of sobs and some of cocaine
sit with the sky and imagine a train
where zombies of pitfalls will ever rain
days of past reflect none of mundane
a dress that the angels always thought would stain
dullness inching of breezing disdain
whispering of thoughts again and again
and again and again
and again
and
again
restrain? gain? insane in the brain?
they reach for the weakness of our stubborn thoughts
toys from spring where gardens halt rot
halcyon dark thoughts sung with the blurring sunspots
they left my collar some specks like inkblots
crayons of silence, they scratch like flowers
sandwiches of cynic, stared us back with all powers
sweet grass of drags, departures are sour
old face of the bright, let's pause the last hour
candies on toast and mirrors on cakes
rocket away where uncertainty aches
mistakes, retakes;
make, break, take.
forsake the fake
and let
me
fall like snowflakes
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| the final straw, just what he saw |
[Apr. 17th, 2009 01:21 am] |
a frosty welcome to
the frivolity of the remark
from the unwelcomed loquacious
guest
impinging my very nerve branches;
such discomfort.
knavish, mendacious, fraudulant.
how do you disengage oneself from an embrace?
like a stalking shadow in bright lights,
a corsair,
with treasures
locked down
i like muffins. i like them with choc
olate. chocol
ate.
abjure wordly pleasures
enter the gates to empyrean?
how so, while casting your aspersions
accusations of bringing opprobrium upon the families
them sending an arsenal of sharp remarks
snide, dark, dirty,
bad.
would you like my speeches with more interjections
of screaming dainty mints
or my blinks with scintillations of things you can't
find in yourself.
like
hope,
maybe.
trapped in sweltering conditions
lost in the cataclysm
ossifying your pleadings and beliefs
into rigid dogma
loutish
loutish
loutish
very much like the pillow and its case
both cotton. soft. soft. soft.
or like sugar and a high speed fan
am i such an anathema to you
?
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| no. |
[Feb. 18th, 2009 11:28 pm] |
Then she looked at her nails; pondered.
Pink. Purple. Pink. Purple. Pink. Purple. Pink.
She couldn't decide if it was purple or pink.
Oh well, she thought,
who gives a flying fuck anyway.
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| it seemed like such fun |
[Feb. 10th, 2009 01:51 pm] |
mellifluous dirges
hides the intent
as it follows softly behind
walking quietly along,
just being part of her
penumbra
who would have guessed such deep fragility;
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| you insist on teaching me what i already know, |
[Feb. 1st, 2009 12:22 pm] |
Summer breeze, peppermint leaves
thousand eyes directed
she leaves.
Took the bow, took the step
took a flight down the kaleidoscope trap
Lying still yet running fast
in the perpetual glare of rust
photographer's flash
like the thinning morning
Bright lights witnessed
they come past the warning
In the game of prison dreamers
accepting harps of thick blue screamers
Recycled quotes from autumn thieves
they hit her like ten rainbow eves
Instantly,
they slowly crawl. slowly
watching her lips,
part,
fall.
Line and strings of strong seducing
the severely lacked of
coffee, admittedly
there's no white with none of black,
no darkness
with no light of crack
its not that far,
no one sees
none admits.
when you reached the point of verdict,
wishing all's complete
and a trick
Vision the flowers in a twilight rustle
castles of ice that
leads to a portal
Familiar valedictions locked in
flames of dependence
just taste the glass pavements,
and stroke back the freedom
Learn from the twisted;
watch her walk,
fall,
drop
and recover her buried and all that's not
Retrieve the form before it rots and
dusts, kissing magic
there's more than a mask.
if you could just watch from a different window,
intentions can stretch,
and
the sun can shine
and burn, too.
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| caster sugar |
[Jan. 24th, 2009 11:04 am] |
| [ | Feel |
| | saccharinity | ] |
| [ | Hear |
| | Pour Some Sugar On Me | ] |
and you wonder if you could be as fine
and sweet
and pure
and desired
but you're not sugar.
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| untitled |
[Jan. 3rd, 2009 12:35 am] |
Okay I suddenly feel perfectly sane and stoned. I'm still coughing. And sleepy.
YOU JUDGMENTAL BASTARDS. If I could, I'll run to some far away wherever and live with cows and plants on some isolated field.
The psilocybin haze that cleared into our song,
the frenzy on cold tile, the dance in our eyes,
who cared bout the quinsy through my neck,
who cared bout the sudsy lying corner of thy lips
perplexing, really.
perpotation, really, maybe.
aerate this statue with your killer heels,
stagnating senses that fails and conceals
extirpate what thoughts flying reveals,
sedating the pith of fire that kneels
steals of sanguinity from time to the rhythm,
deals from the deck of life is the venom
feels like permeation from love of the phantom,
appeals still awaiting what motives they fathom
hum to surroundings and eyes all directing,
slum it's become from the playground of your heart
rum running its course of doubts that keeps feasting,
sum of thy bitterness shall tingle and part
FUCK!
Don't let pass an opportunity that leaves the world a little colder.
It gets really cold around here.
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| i danced with a computer geek |
[Dec. 23rd, 2008 10:11 pm] |
| [ | Feel |
| | cold | ] |
| [ | Hear |
| | Heaven - Warrant | ] |
limbs , call , ignoble moor,
bitter blisters
shaky ties
flower chromes and careless spies
the pending burst found the caustic fragile
blind spot.
the air was littered with gaze directed
tender frozen cotton thread
it's only game.
those words sent a force that pushed through her like a thousand swords
he's just the normal bloke,
home, work,
booze, ciggs,
9 to 5.
but he wasn't powerful
enough.
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| no raindrop believes its to be blamed for the flood |
[Nov. 25th, 2008 10:08 pm] |
and they talked
with a
bounce
bounce
bounce, the way the lights lit
candies in the sky
they feel like hand cream
the blink at the trees
they are holding up, it, gin, generate
long. very much, thread of
it. the
fibres were
blue.
because it came and went. it
said,
say never
or for ever
WHY AM I STUDYING PSYCHOLOGY NOW I DONT LIKE PRESENTATIONS GOSH THIS SUCK DONT WANT BOO CUTE CATS AND BATTERIES THE TV IS RAMMING TOO LOUDLY HELLO SOME SPACE HERE PLEASE HAHA I WOULD LIKE TO WASH MY FEET IN SAND NOW I WANT TO EAT JELL-O LIME BUT I CANT FIND IT HERE THE NIGHT BRING THEM CHILL AS SHE SANG A TUNE OF THE DIAMONDS AND SKY |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008 11:16 pm] |
| [ | Feel |
| | whats up with phrases | ] |
| [ | Hear |
| | I Live My Life For You - Firehouse | ] |
they come upon, inundating,
it doesn't take all the eggs in the basket
to tell you when you need to adjudicate
your words spread like a fabulous banquet
your eyes flew high;
bright white gold pennate
i see you stand like grayhounds in the slips
trying,
for verbosity's glissading from grip
the pulse of the tone dances
swift with the skips
hurry on now,
before earth starts to rip
between the devil and the deep blue sea
vacillating
mercy
take the bit between your teeth
the proof of the pudding is in the eating
apology for all the parts to yours' nailing
of colours to your mast, with life for the dicing
and thee shall leave free with thy virtues to my waltzing
circumvent the body is breath that freed wryness
weight none more on cotton for stark is the darkness
we seek yet run, form; to; thought sageness
is void the best you'll get from stillness?
surround thou season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
fall now, leaves.
fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
i thought, why don't
fools rush in where angels have trodden?
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| why can't i steer the ship before it hits the storm |
[Oct. 24th, 2008 01:35 am] |
abruptly. spasmodic tryst;
her toes pressed tightly against cold tile
she reaches out and up for miles
his thoughts whirled up in a pool of smiles
he stares intently at the defined profile
furrows between your eyes,
creases between your brows,
if it sounded nothing but tirades of pitfalls,
just closed your eyes,
let it vapor i z e.
tangible
dreams surround like dawning mist
a gamble
insures you of time that exists
unstable
balance striding like blade on the fabric
a symbol
smiths fervor tides like citric
see true beauty with your ears,
hear true artless with your skin,
if it sounded nothing but duplicitous venom
just open your eyes,
try and realize.
hypnotize
visualize
fantasize
why
lies.
he desires things be free and simple
his mind like a book that's read from the pupils
she craves entity that never crumbles
her soul like a dance that's rid of the trample
them sour flow that yearns for a second;
just one more second
to think; more than just
the skin on them apple,
them wax on the leaves,
the green of the pastures
what fallen rain believes
for bright lights and flashes
are more than just pictures
and translate them
looped thoughts
as twisted words fall from twisted lips.
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| cretin. |
[Oct. 15th, 2008 11:37 pm] |
incarceration.
casting aspersion.
no, that's too pedestrian for him.
and take off lickety-split now,
before the cavalier one
shows that self-satisfied sparkle
that glows from
the body
the hair
pined up carelessly
the face
with features
of light and dark serrations
the skin
washed with the colours
of a summer sea,
not too dark,
she hates skin tanned like leather couches
not too light,
she hates skin hued like tea with milk in it
her pleasure
without prurient interest
carnal lure
libidinal desire
makes him want her.
yet crazy. she plots. secretly. swift.
i said,
run. now.
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[Oct. 6th, 2008 11:40 pm] |
i fed it to be my open-ended question.
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| just to breathe. |
[Sep. 20th, 2008 04:31 am] |
I suddenly feel so stupid for feeling a little sore when people add me up on livejournal and refusing to reply when I send them a message to ask just who they were and stuff.
Cos I just realized I had my settings to where only mutual friends can text me.
Gosh. How foolish. Dumbbb. Anyway, feel like having fried chicken right now.
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Ignominy translates guts into pusillanimity
Oh, my
cowardice
Insistence translates tutelage into importunateness
Oh, my
chaos flies
Cease the questions with guns of perfection
Enough with options that reek of subtractions
come now,
hum with me.
before it gets too dark to see
dark
dark
dark
lady.
she turns brusquely
she hopes stymie
she stands palsy
she hears bawdry
she holds lewdly
she gives cagey
she saw harshly
she thinks schmaltzy
she finds bloody
she hears off-key
she runs hurry
she cries whiskey.
unfree
disagree
hear not of prithee
its getting too late to see
late
late
late
looney.
her heart, the ruby.
vision is puffy
thoughts are foggy
fuck the pity
all did foresee
nature gets greedy
none stopped to query
starving and gauntly
feasting and queasy
me. thee.
needy and nasty.
we. three.
mutely a mystery.
Discomfiture translated exhaustion into repugnance
Oh, my
empathize
Choleric translates solicitousness into querulous
Oh, my
realize
Friction exists, they bring to a junction
Tension vacillating, hope halts to an ocean
Go now, stop
screaming curmudgeonly
She l ook s fo r no do o r to op en to a f re s h n e w w o r l d.
She's looking for a window,
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| élan vital. |
[Aug. 19th, 2008 09:50 pm] |
| [ | Feel |
| | sour cream chips. | ] |
| [ | Hear |
| | This One's For You - Sound Of Surrender | ] |
I woke up to find that I've written a whole chunk of I-don't-really-know-what during my half-asleep stupor last night. Ironic as it is, my creation looks like nothing but a mess of words I don't know. Haha. So if you could interpret it, please do.
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And we lust for incandescence essence.
That mulish expression
ruffled ebony hair
doleful deep greys
tainted salty cheeks
attenuated glossy lips
Hope feels just falling short of perfection.
iniquitous ruminations you can't rid off of
holding on like tenacious clay
storming against the walls of your cranium
so fervently and very much raucously
like a spurious inebriant enslavement
oh, how you wished such viled feelings could
be synthetic like phantasms of nightmares
you cudgeled your brains hard for the answer
oh, where have they flown to, your marvelous sangfroid
all that echoes were odiously ambivalent trepidation
they leave you flummoxed, befefted of faith
forlorn forsake forgotten
futile.
go away, repugnant irate
you impudent raucous prick
the intransigent stays on.
thoughts.
it plays charity as a mendacious fable
as rage continues to flood the
core with desire like sullen venom
spitting out demands of a wiling pyromaniac
tracking down the littlest of sanity
break free from this teether.
you cried out in pain
pain's all that remained
you can't cease the rain
rain's caused you insane
you're so fucking drained.
_________________________ Okay I reckon I was indeed fucking drained when I penned this pretty senseless, I don't know what you call this. Anyway, my sister's on earphones now and blasting Umbrella (that jingle that haunts us in the head. Yes, that song) and she's like singing so ever loudly, I suppose the whole block thinks she's Rihanna. Yay. Haha OKAY STUDY YUAN STUDY BYEEEE |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008 10:55 pm] |
splitting. headache. explosion. boom.
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[Aug. 15th, 2008 11:29 am] |
The love of solitude.
Inimitable gait.
Or an unbridled imagination but just torments one with the tedium of the routine.
Perchance.
This is a very bad habit of attempting to string random words on my mind into sentences that ends up sounding incoherent anyway.
And a very bad habit of putting my entries out then bringing them back in then locking them totally so they'd be exclusively for my eyes and mine only. No, I don't actually know what my problem is. I have issues. |
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