April 2009
38 posts
March 2009
54 posts
nympho? →
tweet tweet
2002
no mas enfermedad, por favor
creep song of the dayayayaayie
guh.
because i'm sick
song of the dayayaayayie
new fav artist →
“Don't be afraid to let her into your heart...
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minimalism →
wtfAGE? →
PHILIACS →
UMM…
#4idk shat.
The face is coal The only light is the gray moon striking light down from the highest point in the sky There’s an artic chill blowing through whispy hair like a harsh dry cough Trembling hand strokes trembling hand while the numbness tries to eat away flesh much like a disease to bare coarse skin weathered by life’s storm It’s not so lonely with the wolves howling Pockets, a...
idk shat.
so tell me a story i’ve never heard
it doesn’t have to be with our lips that we told it
our bodies can form it, mold it, hold it
because i want something to hold on to
i want someone to hold on to
like a blanket in the brisk chill of the night
instead of a window of freezing opportunity that melts between the slits in my eyelids
as I wash my face in the bitterness of liquid every...
Transcendentalism shat.
Emerson stated, “To be great is to be misunderstood.” People who have gone beyond the normal barriers of thought and into a new view of life cause controversy. Fundamental scholars such as Greek philosophers and teachers of the past have proven that evoking deep reflection, or seeing truth in another perspective scares others. They are afraid of being different and not conforming. These people who...
Charles Darwin shat.
On my bed I am a cross. My eyes come apart letting in dim light from the drawn shades. My body is facing upward towards the sky. I don’t move at all only stare at the red door which is straight above me—connected to the ceiling somehow by enchantment. I see myself looking at it. Then I am back inside myself gazing at the perpetual opening and closing of bright red ambiance. The extravagance pulls...
If only, If only
If only, if only my tears would stop flowing Instead I keep living without ever knowing Am I to be here all alone as I cry? If so, I want nothing but to lay down and die. If only, if only my friend would appear, A shoulder to cry on, a rest for my fear, But instead I am destined to wander alone, There’s not a place in the world I can call home. If only, if only this all were a dream, A...
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