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Poems

26. Dec, 2008 ·5

Hello all ^^ I have got more than a few poems here. I wont make a post for each one, but I would love feedback if any of you have got the time/deem my poems worthy of feedback. Many thanks ^^
She has
blackhole eyes
that devour light
with all the hunger of a chained wolf
and lips petrified
in a [...]

Categories: Poems

The Chapters

13. Sep, 2008 ·0

Note: I’m experimenting with prose, testing an idea born in part out of laziness and in part out of genuine curiosity. I call it “The Chapters”. It is a collection of short, at times, unrelated “chapters” about and around the same character. Each chapter is written independantly. Its all very..pieced together. I wanted to see [...]

Categories: Short Stories

Little Bird

31. Aug, 2008 ·2

I dont want morning to come yet. I dont want sunrises and morning flowers. I dont want voices, people, life. It is harder to hide when the lights are on, and there is no option but.
I dont want lilies and wild flowers. I dont want apologies and little blank spaces. I dont want more skeletons, [...]

Categories: In the Loonlight

Disintegrate

31. Aug, 2008 ·6

On.
Off.
On.
Off.
At this rate it wont be long before the fuse blows. Then we’ll bask in eachother’s darkness and bathe in the distance between us till we forget we knew how to swim. Our drowning bodies will drift away from eachother, carried on different currents to the same whirlpool, and escape will not matter then.
We’ll wait [...]

Categories: In the Loonlight

Never-Ending Season

30. Aug, 2008 ·1

There are things missing – puzzle pieces lost in the everyday hustle – thoughts, feelings, words, meanings, all missing. Lost, maybe? Or maybe just…not found. Like little torn petals in an uncovered basket that drift away with the wind or leaves that cling a little too lightly to their branch. Why does the branch never [...]

Categories: In the Loonlight

Despair

30. Aug, 2008 ·1

Night descends
From these shameful depths
Into the bottomless pit
That is our selves -
Where we eviscerate all traces,
Hide what cannot be eviscerated,
Disguise what cannot be hidden –
Till all we were
Has suffocated
Under a dark blanket
We mistook to be night
And a heart-stopping thrill
We mistook to be freedom

Categories: Poems

The headache of perspective

30. Aug, 2008 ·1

At every start
stop
of the music
you wait
for a beat
(ing)
to take the ache
away
And when all else fails, theres always
….caffeine.
*sigh*
Any quick remedies are welcome…and dont tell me to sleep >_>

Categories: In the Loonlight

Rhymes From the Mouth of Hell

29. Aug, 2008 ·2

This is one place where
the gods cant dwell
It???s a little hut
at the mouth of hell
Here the demons roar
to a timely knell
But there isn???t enough
for you to tell
Your last words fade
in the midnight bell

Categories: In the Loonlight

Where Poeticism Falls Short -

20. Aug, 2008 ·3

I lean against
Cold porcelain
And brush
My poetic teeth
Then wash
My poetic face
While I consider
Taking a poetic shit
Like any other
(unpoetic)
being

Categories: In the Loonlight

Rants dont have titles.

12. Aug, 2008 ·1

Things fade. Time devours all relationships, then you bury the ashes and walk away. You visit their graves on special occasions to remember them, pay your respects to them. You remember how they have each painted a mark, which you sometimes call a scar, on your body that will remain as you grow old and [...]

Categories: In the Loonlight