stiklo.kamanesoro-oro.oro.oro- praau, praau, maldauju- ne, a negaliu, nemoku maldauti- o dieve- tik oro- tik vieną maą gurknį, tik skonį, gyvybės kibirktį, tą deginantį skausmą, praau - a dūstu, negi nematai, negi nejauti, negi tau tai nesvarbu?..
Taip maai- tik keli milimetrai- a įkvepiu deguonį ir akimirka prarasta ir a vėl dūstu ir man karta ir geismas drasko plaučius, krūtinę ir oro.oro.oro.- NeNeNe a nenoriu vėl likti tutumoje, praau, praau, paskolink savo oro, paskolink savo gyvybės, negi nematai, kad a tik lėlė- padarysiu viską, tik duok man OroOroOro- pripildyk mane, a noriu būt gyva- praau praau praau
a alta, mano gyslose ledas. Nesuprantu, kod
jigsaw.i'm not sojigsaw.7 years ago in Other More Like This
every time you make me smile
an abortion clinic
or something else just as
because i think you're the most
piece of work i've had the pleasure
of experiencing while
you're putting yourself back together
take the last
lopsided square of your puzzle
and hide it underneath the cushions
just so you would never be finished
or anything relatively
just so i would know why
and just because i could
and just because i find you
so much more
when you're not quite
you closed off in glass jars
underneath my arm
so i can walk you
show you off
to any girl that comes along
Why, yes.Steady beats of martyred love-lies-falling down on skid-scraped sidewalks rain-dripped with long lost, has-been joys killed over and over by their selfish words that strike selfless keys on tall pianos making sweet and sour, bright-streaked music whilst wandering aimlessly throughout the dark, life-evaded spaces in a street-whore's one-track mind that thinks thoughts of lust, greed, and intimacy until the back-break wonder of a stolen kiss takes tolls on the mental incoherency that was once whispered in shallow ears with deep-hearted thoughts and telling some revitalized reasons to a trolley-shop tramp that bathed his blood with gold-dusted rumors and spun intricate webs of persnickety, black-eyed drama to take a seriously misguided stab-in-the-dark at a goose-chased tale telling all of its slumbered down sugar-pies to smoke puffs of their last cigar andWhy, yes.7 years ago in Other More Like This
LoveloveLove8 years ago in Other More Like This
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
Oenothera FruticosaTomorrow, in those fluorescent, kaleidoscopic baby-planetsOenothera Fruticosa7 years ago in Other More Like This
that we fondly refer to as memories...,
I'll take your hand, and lace your fingers [with mine.]
And we'll run in perfect circles
til the scarlet luminosity of a DYING vector
[is completely gone] in a fancy-drawn fit of [sexual apathy.]
When the crystal-clear skies suddenly CLOUD,
full of semi-precious thoughts c a r v e d i n s t o n e .
Humming Merry, Little Verses.Stretching out pale, corset-encrusted bodies,Humming Merry, Little Verses.7 years ago in Other More Like This
heaving upon waves of blue satin,
and raising butterfly-light above.
Blue bedroom eyes clouded with ice-cold lust,
Tiny diamonds beading and pouring
downward from your neck
Ardour blessed passion scratched deep
in the alabaster expanses.
that thin frame, writhing madly.
Matching the rhythm of the blasting stereo
beat for hot-blooded beat.
Lovely, crushed-rose dusted little babies on mine,
they're oh, so soft,
and taste oh, so sweet.
Long, slender fingers running races
through waves and strands of black silk.
Intertwining vines in and out together
traveling all over me
gripping my waist and holding me tight.
breathy whispers touch thy neck as
simple pledges from a lover-beau's lips.
Pale skin, so smooth and warm against my own.
deep in those two emerald dancers,
watching those lovelies steal
the blue-hazed light.
Fuck You, Random Guy.How does THAT feel?Fuck You, Random Guy.7 years ago in Other More Like This
That fucking burn in your cherry-pitted throat.
Don't bother fucking with me Tinsel Town,
your mug shot reflects upon my darkest nightmares.
I wouldn't mind if you shot the living daylights out of me,
just... don't disclose those details before hand.
I won't thank you twice for that.
Manicured FingernailsSlumped across this jagged edgeManicured Fingernails7 years ago in Other More Like This
Flickers and resounds
Upturned humble skin
Chewing their manicured fingernails
Drift into this a puckering sleep
Drenched grey Collapse
Slumped across this jagged edge
cwDSKNKHJJU942He said,cwDSKNKHJJU9427 years ago in Other More Like This
"I'll let you be in my dream...
if I can be in yours."
You're in my bloody dream,
raping all that was once known
and replacing it with patient hope.
Patient hope in new snow,
bathed in blood and drizzled...
with that oh so grizzly feeling
of sickly-sweet surprise.
So, zip that howling screamer
and go... burn brighter...
...in the dark.
A Distant Pleasure...Let the hormones rage as cotton thrashes and hearts beat fasterA Distant Pleasure...6 years ago in Other More Like This
till you cut the kite string on a liposuction dream that coded
on the operating table.
It disappears into Betty Davis eyes
and is shone back through
Shaking Hands with Crickets... Pretty promises f a l l i n g . . .Shaking Hands with Crickets...7 years ago in Other More Like This
from a filthy, little mouth,
With e v e r y passing breadth,
a little bit lovely;
a little bit stranger;
a little bit deadly;
some guys just can't
Blowfly.The flecks of green tourmalineBlowfly.6 years ago in Other More Like This
in your cherry moon eyes
shine so sparkly in your UV light.
Marmalade Articulations in...Please. Don't finish that sentence...Marmalade Articulations in...7 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm imagining what it would be like,
to be the words hanging from your lips... ♥
Remember Me In Iceland...Bitter-sweethearts played back in stereo,Remember Me In Iceland...7 years ago in Other More Like This
falling in and out of love at this loud volume.
to the heavy-metal thunder beat
sucked down through a curious girl's
of smoke and lightning grey.
They're clouding up her glass-light barrier,
pouring that 100-times-done-before melody
down and out on the street corner
begging for a proper penny,
six pence none the richer, at least.
Rocking crew-cut, platinum-plated love accords
through that mad hatter's tambourine.
A Travesty in C-MinorKaleidoscopic lilac hangs off your lipsA Travesty in C-Minor7 years ago in Other More Like This
as I breathe in all the conflict that pools there
in the shadows of your pretty, little mouth.
The cyanide in your supernova-eyes
has me suffocating for those panchromatic
optic-planets that shine through the lids.
Cheshire-grins form at the sides of your
mouth when it finds where your hands
were searching for and then they leave a trail
of breadcrumbs for your hands to find their way back.
My lower lip is cherry-blossom as it awaits
that quiet touch that it's become so very
hypersensitive to as it goes through stages of
analysis to keep those black secrets black
and the white surreptition a ghostly-pale white.
Champagne in Place of Suicide. Throw me s w e e t b r i a r lovelies,Champagne in Place of Suicide.7 years ago in Other More Like This
and gently lay me down to bed.
Rest your head u p o n my hand,
sip softly at my loving breath.
I'll give you ardour mirrors,
and my own c o m a t o s e love.
We're lost in the fever,
drowning in the smoke.
Taking a will-o'-the-wisp kiss,
and p l a y i n g the cord softly,
I Need a Fucking Title...Dazzled in pretty puddingI Need a Fucking Title...7 years ago in Other More Like This
and set deep and hard into cement love.
Banning the hatred of violent hearts
and hanging me out to dry.
I don't need your goddamn capsules of vivaciousness.
So, bon voyage, my old cream n' cracker
and good night, Henriette.
-burns Red Robin down- Chapped lips and morphine drips...-burns Red Robin down-7 years ago in Other More Like This
perplexity spun in the blink if an eye.
An eye... an eye with a sick, sad story to tell.
What type of Jedi mind tricks is Kitten playing today?
Hard to tell... they all look the same.
Fuck you too.Drop dead, Gorgeous...Fuck you too.7 years ago in Other More Like This
That disappoints me... that I can STILL hear your voice
dripping off the light-bulb.
I swore ten times backwards that it was... choked off.
Sometimes, it's just... just.too.much.
One day, I'll pull the trigger,
and you can wash all the love I had once for you off the wall.
Or maybe I'll just hold you... in my hand
and drown you in my own personal ocean.
I don't know... I'm not a goddamn psychic.
Maybe you should just kill me,
pop me off one of these days.
Do us BOTH a favor...
It's Getting Hot in Here...Let your wild-red-rose petals melt away into my eyes,It's Getting Hot in Here...7 years ago in Other More Like This
where they can drip silver tears down my cheeks,
to reveal coloured strands where they've been peeled.
Part your lips against the pale shadow on my neck,
so I can feel the sugar-sweet poison on your lips.
Now wander to the alabastered-planes above my ribs,
they heave to my tiny-dancer's sluttish touch.
Tomorrow, to protect your ardourous memory,
I can retrace pathways laid upon my skin in circles,
and revel in the thought of your hands [then lips] on me.
... Sorry.Do you know how much I hate you?... Sorry.7 years ago in Other More Like This
How much EVERYBODY hates you...
You're bluffing if you say no.
Nothing gets passed your bright eyes.
Lest we forget that last photograph...
Aww, Look... Fire Ants? Cute.Crawling on my hands and knees... how tawdry,Aww, Look... Fire Ants? Cute.7 years ago in Other More Like This
as you steady an arrhythmic heart
with nothing less than your perfectly on-touch,
ginger-headed sex appeal.
My thoughts are relapsing and I'm in the second-half.
Fuck me... harder.
My lungs keep collapsing and I need a polygraph.
Green means go when I look for your eyes,
Such a strange flavor, I'm wired, and I want more.
Androgyny drowned in apathy, animalistic tendencies.
Unadulterated allurement for shallow hearted-pleasantries.
7. ViralDimineața - tuse seacă, două lingurițe de ploaie.7. Viral6 years ago in Other More Like This
Prânz - ploaia ia formele palmelor ei.
Seara - plouă stângaci, dar plouă.
Lacrimile se amestecă azi cu ploaia,
Iar eu mă-ntreb cine se mai poate distra acum.
Acum când locurile perforate de tun
Se-acoperă cu ce-a rămas.
Flori albastre, albastre!!
Oamenii s-au pierdut,
Oamenii nu mai stiu, nu mai vor să se uite la ceas.
Vor sa străpungă blestemul
Iar bătranul cu părul sau alb țipă: "Am să-i las!".
Azi vom trage linie, iar ea se va face
Puh... ssibly.Is that you [looking like a tragic plagiarist] in the corner?Puh... ssibly.7 years ago in Other More Like This
I thought that all that carnal lust and lack of sex appeal tasted familiar.
We ALL knew you would behave so childishly.
It makes me wonder... in the deeper advances of my strange, sober little brain...
Was it my name bore in between each beat of your wanton heart?
I DOUBT IT.
It's an odd flavor sitting on the tip of my tongue,
however, I passed it on, down the primrose path... didn't you know?