Heavystep dnb is pyaa lush. |
Nights ebb and suck at us like tides
And waste what's sharp about us, with the salt and loam
To dull and lifeless stones.
No one knows the strange gloam-shapes
That come to life in that other m...
Posted by Basscadet on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 12:02:00 PST |
Knowing you, as you came and left. |
Here's to ours,
And here's to futures shaped by pasts,
And the sadness that prevails in you.
God speaks to me in
Stockholm syndrome, so here's to you,
Not lost until found.
Here's to all...
Posted by Basscadet on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 09:49:00 PST |
i am a bitter little man. |
Honesty is purple, and a garden flower
It stands apart,
In beauty and in hue, swathed blue-
And rich dun seed-head heart
Never before now did i ever think
That i could ...
Posted by Basscadet on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:20:00 PST |
I am a used condom surrounded by blood. |
TITLELESS
This is about a scene i saw in a film where two drunk people kissed and meaninglessly ruined their respective relationships. The title is about a night out i had recently. Don't ask p...
Posted by Basscadet on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:17:00 PST |
A massive "fuck you" to me |
No this isn't about you, but that doesn't mean i like you, either.
Darling, you're beautiful when you know what you want
And i suppose that all you need to know
Is that i am too, when i know&n...
Posted by Basscadet on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:15:00 PST |
little bitch. |
Sick of writing silly little poems.
State of mind or state of war. Anything- take it, it's yours.
These days don't whisper, but shout, alone-
Like anathema- rain on rattling ti...
Posted by Basscadet on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:07:00 PST |
User |
Why love without, and that's loyalty-
I owe to you, well. Nothing much
But that gossamer fidelity
That time found brittle to the touch.
Like morning rain on spider ...
Posted by Basscadet on Mon, 19 May 2008 01:51:00 PST |
I'll change |
Im bored to death that i know what i'm sick of-
Blame this palpable, paletable lethargy,
That seems to piss with gay abandon
On what few parades risk passing me.
And christ only knows what...
Posted by Basscadet on Tue, 13 May 2008 02:03:00 PST |
Home is |
Home is where the start is.
The feeling of impending dread
And the smell of fresh baked nothing at all
In each first, lacunant kiss.
Home is where the start is.
That same sparcity of care in lo...
Posted by Basscadet on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 01:58:00 PST |
hayfever |
The dust of settling days.
Balm thick, pollen thick, warming haze
Unsettling the heart-quick- birds and bees-
These pre-hay fever days.
Now all the old world's ragged edges
Mutter in ...
Posted by Basscadet on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 01:49:00 PST |
