It seems intoxicating a self is the only entertainment for spoilt minds.
Are we all really that bored?
Friday 11 September 2009
Monday 17 August 2009
Clouds moving to make British mountains, appears to be light. Today I'll be the wind, cold wash over your pale skin.
All life like beings consumed by the trees, my lungs feel hollow without leaves keeping green. We are shadows of something beautiful.
The stars were born above us, before us, now they're falling into the eyes of the sea. Swim beneath me and into my blood before the sun evaporates my silky pores.
Serein skys, it's almost light. I'll crumble into the day to watch your face change, leave my heart in a seed and plant it outside your window.
Roots under your house, i doubt you'll even notice the cracks upon the walls. Ruffled petals, falling..we're all just threads below ground.
All life like beings consumed by the trees, my lungs feel hollow without leaves keeping green. We are shadows of something beautiful.
The stars were born above us, before us, now they're falling into the eyes of the sea. Swim beneath me and into my blood before the sun evaporates my silky pores.
Serein skys, it's almost light. I'll crumble into the day to watch your face change, leave my heart in a seed and plant it outside your window.
Roots under your house, i doubt you'll even notice the cracks upon the walls. Ruffled petals, falling..we're all just threads below ground.
Saturday 15 August 2009
Wednesday 5 August 2009
Wednesday 22 July 2009
Wednesday 15 July 2009
finished, not so.
No smooth lines in my bed.
In my head,
collections of pictures i stole from your face.
I do not own, a single eye lash
the way i like, what i like.
You gently tear them
and they fall like butterflies
onto my stomach.
That noise, those noises
talking to you.
We're a stream of permanence,
I can't commit,
to..anything.
In my head,
collections of pictures i stole from your face.
I do not own, a single eye lash
the way i like, what i like.
You gently tear them
and they fall like butterflies
onto my stomach.
That noise, those noises
talking to you.
We're a stream of permanence,
I can't commit,
to..anything.
Monday 13 July 2009
6 am
Stiff fingers
'Imperfections and flaws'
you're flawless to me
Dry airwaves
Coughs and cups of tea
The sound of you living kept me awake
now i'm too tired to sleep....
'Imperfections and flaws'
you're flawless to me
Dry airwaves
Coughs and cups of tea
The sound of you living kept me awake
now i'm too tired to sleep....
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