December 2009
33 posts
The path’s run out
And the cobbled stone
Ate itself in glee,
Like an untipped hour glass
And I’m choking in the grains
That mould my lungs and
Fill these lips a
Royal blue.
The stars burned out
And fluted their epitaphs
Across this pale galaxy –
Cradled and bare;
And joyfully it watched the
Brinks of existence
Fail and falter.
The porcelain dolls crumbled –
Those glorified dolls...
“And you said
“This is the first day of my life
Glad I didn’t die...”
– First day of my life - Bright eyes
sometimes, i hate him
benji: *Calls at 9am* HI BEA!
Me: buhwah?
benji: You’re a little sausage
Me: *glowers*
Good news from the land of Trent Reznor!
amnesiac1331:
Happy holidays everyone and thank you for an exceptional year! Sorry I haven’t been around much lately, I’ve been working on not working for a couple of months, which for me is hard work. 2010 has a number of things planned including new material from nine inch nails and something else that isn’t nine inch nails. I am in a state of rediscovery and reinvention that feels unfamiliar,...
the-posthumous started following you
serenepristine:
(:
thanksss
np np np ^^
Fear’s building a wall around me. And in my little shell made of black bricks, i poke and prod what i say and think into conformity so that the very essence of it is void of any inclination: colourless, odourless, frictionless. Gradually, i become paler and paler in routine, choking back my own tongue. So, i swallow it, the bitter entirety. Now the wretch is without sight, voice and...
the itch!
i’m drawing again ^^ and it’s really promising!
Scramble
Fingers bend backwards
twitching comfortably;
so gleefully writhing
in their newfound
irrelavence.
So splay them proudly
and intently
watch, stare, glare
at the dented shadows of
substanceless meat -
entrails so hollow -
they fray so bravely
as we try, and
try and
try
to right these spines,
broken and saddled 20 years too late;
so we’ll date old skins,
excavating what...
You strangled the baby and
splashed the obituary;
dripping in the newest blood, you
crowed -
assuager -
crowed in lucrative satisfaction;
buying tears with your ‘fears’
of malignant children.
And you, so
hard-worn and helpless,
as the fingers itch
and crawl across innocent sheets
blithely white - to squeeze
so unknowingly
squeeze,
so charmingly, that
limply, he resigned...
Joy to the world;
how holy the Barbies
and Kens of the world
gleam and
gloat
the bloated, fly blown
carcasses
and the dust riddled debris,
garnishing sparodically,
methodically,
the pig swill sped,
so willingly
down the veins
and throats of
a brother, a mother
a sister and a father
@Amnesiac1331
D: Susannah
Why do you shun me? i miss you!
“The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the...”
– Sleepwalking by Modest Mouse
“Don’t leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign...”
– kings of medicine - placebo
there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there.
that tone of uncertainty - conditions, if’s, when’s
I’ve spent too long away from humans. I’m not used to contact. I hate this. Why does it always have to be this way
this horribly concotion of guilt and self righteousness and total anger and this terrible, terrible gut feeling that i know what’s wrong with me, but it’s too painful to right it.
I know what they’re going to say
just forget about it
or
i’m...
Why can’t shit just stop happening? Or do I actively go out looking for things to make my life less pathetic.
Best misheard word ever
Naked in Nadir says:
lol
jack wanted martha to get ianto a eunich cap
x]
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
*unit
lol
OMFSM LOL
Naked in Nadir says:
LOL
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
LOL
LOL
Naked in Nadir says:
whoops XD
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
LOL
Naked in Nadir says:
LOL
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
bahahahahah
Naked in Nadir says:
i misread that entirely
but it would've been funnier right
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
unit is an american alien organisation
like torchwood
but bigger and more military
Naked in Nadir says:
ahhhh
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
martha works there
Naked in Nadir says:
it makes sense now !
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
and the doctor worked there in the 60s
heeeheeee
Naked in Nadir says:
i was thinking eunich >?????
--- I hope that you're not hoping for me --- says:
you thought it said eunich
so much lol
Naked in Nadir says:
: P
heyy, he would look good in one of those things
rambles
I think i’m getting stupider and stupider.
Maybe i’m a commitment phobe? Why can’t i get intimate with a guy without recoiling either during or later on? I didn’t use to be like that. And where did my writing go? I entered a short story competition, and i won’t say which one for shame. I didn’t expect to get anything so i don’t know why this is a big...
over and over
Another missed call,
so threadbare and fleeting.
You’re there for it all
and he’s already sleeping
on the tiles that fall
and crack in denial;
we’re filing our fears; so orderly.
Another one down -
we’re self medicating,
we tarnished the crown
and were bare for the taking -
the dandiest clowns
that smiled all the while
our faces were smudged black and blue.
...
Halves
Half hidden in the grass -
green as glass in the light;
you wear the weariness of
jaded robes,
breathing tentative with
every flourish of sensation.
Half hidden in the shade,
braiding the playful and pensive
into somewhere inbetween
and with the dubious rope
choke vulnerability in
tendrils so guarded.
Half hidden in the water;
sinking languidly and smiling all the while,
watching the...