ermmm may well be back
wouldnt bank on it though, tbh.
i forgot hwo amazing you all are
ermmmm
have one poem to submit.
ive changed alot so itll be different!
okay you dont care.
tar.. xxxxx


I'm hellBroken record morals old advice on repeat glances fleet, eyes shift, show me how these clouds will lift. Discontent, I'm hell bent, i'll perservere, Is that fear? In your hysterical laughter. In your barely-whisperedI'm hell
tones. I'm hell
bent; I'm spent.


Sun song, mute soundLittle wooden skittles. Raindrops on panes Never meant to last Not at all. Sun song, mute sound, sounds like an atmosphere. Sounds like a drama. Mist hung on hooks for coats, Beetles in the grass. Sounds like Sounds like this was never, never meant to last, Never meant to last at all.Sun song, mute sound


Let's Paint The Town Red..Let's Paint The Town Red.
I could tell you that I don't want to talk, And twist a lyric to fit the ridges of my life. Words like clay, Mould them while you can.
I'm gonna turn up my music
real loud. I'm gonna tell them all to go out to wherever they go, And dance it all into the ground.
I want to go find someone that I can misbehave with; Someone that can make my eyes shine And my soul burns, And my feet tap
And my heart beats And my mind races, And my voice cracks into a scream, And prop my mouth into a half-smile with  


finding your life jacketI have a heart like numb limbs,finding your life jacket
bad circulation tingles hands
and essays are like a bus journey in rush hour.
I often take naps before the sun
and take walks with the moon.
This is not planned, this loosening of eyelids, this creaking of floorboards, this plucking of organs
one by one, so I can get to the centre where insects play and warmth hides in the damp.
I did not say this would be easy, this re-hydrating of lips so I can let kisses go back where they belong, I do not want to be brittle with aeroplane hair and match stick smile
Stand Up...
--
catch that nun!
I'm missing your poetry
Come back soon...
--
Takes you a peek, yes?
~kingofallmonsters
its rach.
incredible
are those contrails?
they look from here
like the electric
coatails of magneeto ice
or the scratches of a cat
the size of an empire.
--
its not too late to become what you were meant to be
n' fiddle-faddle
we wont say
if you dont
tattle.
black cats sweet shops
coffe grounds
window seats
make the werld
go round.
happy oct 13!
--
its not too late to become what you were meant to be
x
--
but i made an avitar thingy!!
x
--
Previous Page12345...Next Page