i’ve fallen into
that part of my mind
that swims with images
of drowning in your eyes
and melting upon your lips
i can almost feel
myself burrowing
into your shoulder
your arm around my waist
falling asleep
to your lulling voice
it’s altogether strange
that these are such old memories
re-awakened today
and it’s not that i really miss you
it’s just our souls seemed to meld
i know it’s been years since we’ve been together
but only been a week since we fucked
You’re no longer the lucky one
I’m no longer the luck.
Do you remember the cobwebs
that we found in that clock
Attic dreaming
You seemed so far away
Time felt like miles between us
even then
She is now the lucky one
and you are now her luck.
I’m in a best man’s tuxedo
remembering clocks
…
ugh.
Send me a Polaroid -
anything! You’re just
like Lola. Lola in shoes,
Lola in heels, Lola in sheer
fabric with a cherry cola.
Whatever, hose!
Maybe I’ll go to bed.
Maybe I’ll stop caring
and go to bed. I have
two pillows to choose from.
I have my head and
my varicose veins
and bad circulation.
I can go as slow
as I want. No neon
light trails frozen
in a photo on the highway.
Just up-to-date
word-of-mouth
news. My life is
sickeningly simple.
Here’s a Polaroid.
I don’t know who you think you are,-Jace Everett (via izzzze)
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
(Source: quote-book)
I wanted nothing
but to be your
muse.
All I became was entertainment
You watched me as I bled
and you were very
amused.
(Source: rruthless)
“To know that you do not know is the best.
To pretend to know when you do not know is a disease.”
I stood alone at the beginning of a long path that meandered into the unfamiliar, cleaving and diverging through the darkness. I didn’t know where it was taking me. Nobody ever really knew where their path would lead them. I was like a blind man groping the edges of a nonexistent rail, I was…
“Men are born soft and supple; dead they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death. Whoever is soft and yielding is a disciple of life. The hard and stiff will be broken. The soft and supple will prevail.”
Let me describe it. This point in time that I am out of breath and my limbs feel weak. It is afternoon, and the powdery light from the lazy summer sun streams through the thick window glass. He stands before me, in raw and glistening nakedness, the surfaces of his skin emphasized by the…
I shall tie down these strangers and question them;
How do you live like that how do you breathe like this?I see your shotguns and whiskeys and smokes
and I’ll choke you till daybreak and twist you like straw
in a barn in some meadow where doves sound like angels
and they will…
