dinosaurs. |
tired of your selfishness your selfish ways tired
of queens tired of cats. exhausted with the thought and possiblity of
this all over again. tired of this tiredness, the scratching in the
corner of...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 14:24:00 GMT |
and if you say run, i'll run with you.. |
christ. i'm so tired. this arrogance this selfishness this sadness. have you noticed ? i've fallen truly madly deeply in fucking love with myself and i can't wait to tell the world. you love it. you l...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:50:00 GMT |
kindness in the morning. |
He loves her in his way and he wishes things could be simpler.I sat on a bench this morning, putting on make - up in the sunshine. I told them I slept in someones car because I had to. I love him too ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 11:36:00 GMT |
slept right through the dawn. |
we bumped into eachother some nights ago now, and this feeling hasn't left me since. he was friendly and thoughtful and had hearts drawn all over his face. if i hadn't been so drunk on wine, who knows...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 15:15:00 GMT |
amber. |
we broke up a morning or so ago and my hands haven't stopped shaking since.i walked away and straight into the grasp of a beautiful man i met in the lanes some months ago. we've been bumping into and ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 08:30:00 GMT |
Copperware |
a carpark in the night time harboursdark leather, feline bone marrowand instinctive, lofty saddness.
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:43:00 GMT |
milkee says its nice here. |
doorway convulses & remains.out side rainslikea clock tick scrapeing thewiry scent ofrubbish junkand remains as doesthe door.in time theseclothes become precious devestateing...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 09:15:00 GMT |
a hundred happy memories |
and then some.to clarify, this is written about more than one person..
this is silly and badly written.. please just appreciate it as a bit of fun.i also come back and add to this now and again..
~
&n...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 14:45:00 GMT |
sparks |
standing in the
kitchen in
the dark i
watch you watch
her dark
hair flowing.
underneath a dark
sky taking photo
-graphs beside the
moon. i sigh
about pollution street
lamps burning...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 10:14:00 GMT |
no one would riot for less |
i sit here and it's cold and i want to go home.i want to go clubbing and dance until my feet bleed and drink until my old mate Charlie is the only one that can sober me up and keep me...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 15:09:00 GMT |
