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domoniquε[eats baselines for breakfast]

I am here for Friends

About Me



i like my life.
it's humble & it suits me well.

but don't get me wrong
because i do have big plans.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

someone who wishes they were a dirty gutter punk as badly as i do.

My Blog

untitled.

...I could never be the one that hurts you. the fragile bone structure of a feather bend)ing... flut-tering in my dry ice exhalation dip the tip in a jar full of liquid persuasions... a...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 02:48:00 GMT

carthage

It is only a piece of art. It is only a cluster of words. It could never be you. It could never be the ocean, lapsing ultimate.It is not the sun on your face.Or the look that melts your hear...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 13:12:00 GMT

For You

For what, did youcrawl off the clean altarWe built frompetty sanctity? If we place ourown happiness inother people's hands,Who are we notto be washed awayAlong with the dirt.
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 17:03:00 GMT

Simply

and somewhere along the veins of my hands,you found out my soul was starving,still, i cannot feed off of your lips anymore.i seemed to crave your words, how you wrote my silence,created me in an ambie...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 16:22:00 GMT

Throw out your tv.

I started counting the thingsThat melt my heartAfter recalling your smile.Fade in the sky above the hills. On finer days, sunset soaks typicalLate night fog, magenta and amber kneaded in the fold;A mo...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:00:00 GMT

a conversation without a thought

Every corner I turn,Every dirt path I trod along,Leads me straight backTo the manhole I've climbed out ofToo many times before. I find myself endlessly searchingFor a night without the moon,And a day ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:32:00 GMT

Lest We Forget

A woman rocks back and forth,With a vacancy brushed into her sunken eyesAnd worry staining her face. She sat beside me.Maybe she needed the warmth of somone who understood;Or maybe she just didn't wan...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 18:45:00 GMT

Maybe this is self-indulgent, but I don't really care.

Here I am, writing with my new Friday's pen. And I could never tell anyone that I am excited about it. I mean, it's a pen for fuck's sake. But I am. And no one could ever understand that. But could th...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 20:10:00 GMT