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Anna Banana

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I'd like to meet:

The flowers that grow outside of my window are blooming.


I'm assuming
that you're coming over soon.
It's almost half past four,
and you called here at noon
'cause there's a picture
that you wanna see.
Now I'm not even good at being me
anymore.
She wakes up
to alarm.
Her make-up
is still on,
and she can't remember why she set the damn thing.
Her heart is a machine.
Art is meant to be seen, not felt, not heard.
It's just paint. They're just words,
and fingers are for feeling.
Fists are for beating.
Scabs are for healing,
and blood is for bleeding.
That's just how I used to be,
but I'm not even good at being me
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  I watch you sharpen your blade of deceit and wonder what youll prey on tonight.  Im already dead, but you never have trouble finding innocence, do you?  Wretched souls are your specialty.  Ser...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:20:00 GMT

Void my Rules as Only a Self-Professed god Could

looking glass into my past being ripped away like claws into flesh leaving behind a crimson stain that comforted my thoughts at night I vowed to never again pleasure myself with that sweet sin but the...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:58:00 GMT

I worked on this forever. I will name my first born after you if you comment. Seriously.

She was a lone wraith, twisting between worlds but never locating permanent residence. He found fragments of her on every surface his spiritual portals glided over. Her body slipped further into a cof...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 20:28:00 GMT

"Beauty is upon us."

3 A.M.  Sleep will not grace me with its presence this night.  My eyelids may shut themselves off from the world, but my mind will not.  I am undaunted by the darkness surrounding me an...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 20:35:00 GMT

"Slate-colored fog."

When I know you have pushed the edges of your restriction, your eyes transform from thunderstorm cloud afterglow to lifeless tombstone filled with torment.  I have pried that nearly empty bottle ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 21:31:00 GMT

"My tongue freely forms audio images of my mental happenings."

Constructing this scarlet fence was a completely disastrous and unintentional mistake. You were not why it was created. I barely had a reason; you were just my excuse.  Perhaps, its purpose was n...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 19:27:00 GMT

"11:11"

Let's set our clocks back to a time I had faith in.  I believe the minute hand was on "you cared" with the hour hand hitting "real meaning".  You'd kiss it in the pitch-black setting known a...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 23:09:00 GMT

"Both one-word translations collecting dust despite the frequent icy haze passing over."

Your book (see: custom made) is overdue, but I'm not pushing a fine.  I'll secretly cut your card into tiny pieces.  Like the shards of glass from the window in this house called my heart, b...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 19:28:00 GMT