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you see all my loveI didn't feel the need to writeyou see all my love
a thing down when we got to
the moon, dirty, and spent nights
in silver
looking down on
San Francisco. We walked
the hills but by the time we found them they were so haunted we
didn't even get a chance to plant our flags.
We spent all our nights with our hands held
so we could reclaim those empty streets
the barbarians
had abandoned.
We didn't have to challenge the unknown
since what we wanted
was to show those cavemen
they should've never given up
their land. We're skating on ice
on your
by ~teenagejesus
I love 2001I left you stayed we learned about ascendencyI love 2001
I never walked into the sea but I kept holding my breath.
by ~teenagejesus
her name, my name, her nameI waste my afternoon picking off pricks and thistles just to end up making pineapple wine. She trusts me enough with her father's knifeher name, my name, her name
when what I want it for is murdering peaches.
Then after hours of sweating in the kitchen,
when we're as dressed as the chickens,
my buttonhole lusts for the mum from this morning- from the garden in the morning.
All our guests are staring at the food, almost too pretty to eat.
Behind my glasses and my wine
I adjust my tie for her
as she takes more pictures of the dishes.
by ~teenagejesus
california is out...Why would you wish your words to fit nice in a package?california is out...
You'd have your voice like toys on a shelf.
I write on ice.
These tiny wads will run through fingers
before they can be snatched up.
They're so fickle
they come from my mouth degenerate. If they manage to get caught,
in a cage or on display
they spite their captors and
will change behind your back.
They're never again what you paid for.
Some boys are happy you carry their books in your bags:
you better commit these lines to memory.
by ~teenagejesus
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your wings downIf it takes one more hour I don't know where I'll be Delicate loss and failure On the inside of her cheekyour wings down
Make sure the rope reaches Imagination down to inches Smile on and weather worn Retrace the thread again
If it takes one more day I don't know where I'll go An easy snap and break On each of her bones
Make sure the rope reaches Imagination down to inches Smile on and weather worn Retrace the thread again
If it takes one more year I don't know where I'll stand Little things I ca
by ~missxscissorhands
or maybe rhinestonesNothing ever breaks or bends or acts the way you mean it. It's never sharp, on-the-spot or decadent. There are too many diamonds to cut without getting dirty. It's never clean, spit-shined or even pretty. It takes some time to get used to being the coal in the mine. Nothing that ever gets so bright to make all the girls go blind.or maybe rhinestones
I'm almost done getting my lungs all smoky and black. Trying to stand out in this forsaken hole of a town. Among rainbow reflected glasses, I'm somewhere deeper. Nobody ever digs far enough to find the Grim Reaper. Its takes some time to get us
by ~missxscissorhands
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- Current Residence: los angeles
- Interests: writing, fighting, drugs, old brown liquor, young white women
- Favourite movie: julien donkeyboy (harmony korine)
- Favourite band or musician: Wavves
- Favourite genre of music: noise
- Favourite artist: vanessa beecroft
- Favourite poet or writer: octavio paz
- Favourite photographer: shawn mortensen
- Favourite style of art: mixed media/ collage
- Skin of choice: warm and pink
- Favourite game: i'm losing my favourite game
- Personal Quote: I'm not allowed to have chocolate before dinner
- Tools of the Trade: bumps and bruises and notebooks
- Website: http://knfcrm.blogspot.com/
- Email: theactionbastard@gmail.com
- AIM: monkeypighumper
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