A Little Bit Less Than Poetic |
If you think about it, beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder. Quite honestly, I don't think it ever was. Beauty is a manufactured view which is the outcome of the molding and re-molding of e...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 10:57:00 PST |
The Beauty Unknown |
Have You Ever Held A Star In Your Hand Until It Burnt Out And Broke Your Cardiovascular Spirit?
Did It Crumble Into A Silver Dust And Then Disperse Itself Amongst The Freckles In Aphrodite's Eyes?
You...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 08:41:00 PST |
A Love Poem Less A Line |
If I could make you smile from this distance, my heart would surely implode.Alphabet confetti would spill sympathetically over the blessed sidewalks that your clumsy feet forget to thank for being the...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 07:28:00 PST |
All Is Fair |
A devotion to ideas would surely be the demise of an era.
It would be the beginning of modern regression.
Light your kerosene lamp so that you can see the laptop keys. Fire's the only light, in my ey...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 01:57:00 PST |
Damn Unpretty. |
You broke the sigh that I gave you with an earth-shattering, hell-bent, exasperated whisper,And uttered to me that you had better ways to waste your time.Go drop acid at the park.And I almost died the...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 12:43:00 PST |
Wasted Skies. |
And so I jumped into the ocean and found you at the bottom. You were screaming my name
And you were pretending to care. And when I can't think of anything to say
I no longer waste oxygen. I no longe...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 02:16:00 PST |
A Suicide Mission Of; |
[Strapping Newspapers To Fuses]The profound speed at which your mouth moves; It capsizes my retina.And now I can see into my own mind And gasp at the fact that it doesn't exist.Tell me I don't merely...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 08:35:00 PST |
untitled part II |
This park is holy enough to break you. Just the acid alone, peeling off of that heroic bench, is enough to be the cause of your stomach alser and insomniatic desire for the nightmare where you fucking...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Wed, 31 May 2006 03:54:00 PST |
untitled |
The broken waterfront makes way for new suspenseful souls. They wait to feel accepted.
They'll never feel accepted. And I broke the waterfront on fucking purpose.
I broke the waterfront because I gave...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Wed, 31 May 2006 03:13:00 PST |
Jeans To The Seams; Ripped Sheets And Broken Air |
I'm looking down at god. He worships my hands, and we trade carbon dioxide for time we'll never use.
We don't speak. And the suspense between each copyrighted thought is becoming an anticipated bruis...
Posted by nykkinykkiELECTRICITY! on Tue, 30 May 2006 03:52:00 PST |
