| Lover I never had |
[16 Nov 2006|01:08am] |
open my lips,
murmur me to sleep,
gather my breath,
hold it in your hands,
stone hips I shall greet,
no-one there,
not a trace of your breast,
to grow soft at my behest,
i will travel,
in god's lawn,
under tunnels and soil,
until i surface in your sheets,
but without you i think,
i think that
the journey will be hard,
until i wind up clocks with,
my hands in your skin,
and your head in my arms
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[16 Nov 2006|01:14am] |
In six hundered days you grew from my shoulders to my back..in six days I shut you off...in six hours I grow to love not having you in my head..in six seconds sex becomes a memory, and the passion dies upon the soil..
In six lifetimes I bury short stories in the shallow grave...in six universes...nobody will know you or I exist.
Goodnight
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[16 Nov 2006|03:33pm] |
Infuriating afternoon. Only thirty seven, but a table of three late. Thanks! Thanks a fucking bunch! I said, THANKS A FUCKING BUNCH FOR THAT!
Fuck's sake. I am in a growling, menacing mood. i have been listening to menacing music. I desire to hear loud beats, scratchy guitars, to bare my teeth and to shout.
Leftfield does the trick.
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[16 Nov 2006|03:37pm] |
Actually, three people isn't that much. It's just that it appears to happen all the fucking time, and they're not the only ones either. And my chest is hurting. It's an acheing pain and it's quite worrying.
I have to write a poem for school. I'm not in the mood to do anything at all. I want to lie down and drift off into limbo. Now how do I find it so difficult to do something i've done a million times before? Inspiration, that's what it is.
I have no love or joy in my soul today, no rolling tides, and no fluttering winds. If I did write, it would resemble something from the diary of a chronic emo. And let's face it, none of us want to see that now, do we?
Right, sod it, i'm getting a cup of tea. Right? Right.
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[16 Nov 2006|03:57pm] |
I was going to start playing Dragon Quest but Arthur's just come on so I reckon i'll watch that first. Do they ever make new episodes of this ambiguous rodent's adventures anymore?
I hope so.
Attempt at trachaicwhat'sit'sface..
In the cold and misty morning,
Watched her wings as the day was dawning,
there she flew up on the wind,
her wings tumbling down, and she began to spin,
pivoting through and sending up leaves,
feathers frayed and her heart decieved..
That's all i've got so far. It's a start and it's certainly a lot easier than writing fucking bollocks about bin bags.
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[16 Nov 2006|11:47pm] |
I'm not in the mood for writing anything tonight. My mood is sinking by the second and the world is colourless, lifeless and bland. I am sad and I don't know why.
Fuck it. See you tomorrow.
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