For phrases plundered, when a poet cries, silences swathe in surfieted sighs, Percolating pain in paper's price, these wasted words, would never suffice.
Loneliness crawls
Loneliness crawls under my shirt cold spreads over latent hurt scanty shivers dress down hearth cold quivers s t r i p o f f my worth blood in other's flesh doesn't warm my dying heart and mine? blotted upon obscure, orphaned art Loneliness crawls makes me unwhole flawed symphony calls through the…
Stardust,sadness, feeble thoughts.
There was a time when looking at the sky made me feel like a part of something huge and beautiful... I felt nice about myself, that I'm built of stardust and love. But sometimes now when I look up...these thoughts elude me like the stars. And I feel in me a sadness so deep, so ancient and unexplainable, that…
Conceited Existence
On shingle of sadness, over stones thrown in idle thought, cascading, rippling over a seaful of memories... Over surfeited surfaces, smoothed of flaws, soothed from flaws... I searched... I searched for grafts fashioned from wordy pretense, for reasons to device new reasons for sinful conceited existence. And wondered, are there any?
Split : part 2
What a helpless cringing excuse for a person. How did you manage to become this, girl?How did you manage this drastic change of head and heart? Or was it already happening, so slow and small that I could hardly notice? *sigh* Give me a bit of a disclaimer before you do this next. Teach me…
