Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Monday, January 30, 2017
JADE 4U - HEAR ME COMING (1990)
Friday, January 6, 2017
Monday, January 2, 2017
BACK OF MY HEAD
in the weak of my heart
i sit and taste blue and red
i think of your body
and i think of mine
what is that allure of consuming you
possessing your mind
possessing your skin
possessing your spit as you swallow
i'm possessed again
i went out to the lake and watched people walk
i imagined what they were thinking
assigned names to them
celestine collects carnations and dangles them in the crook of her left arm, her freckled right hand concealed in the pocket of her cream colored coat, she bites the inside of her cheek
simon smiles to his lover, seething with tender softness, she runs her slender fingers over the nape of his neck, warm blood
destruction
sullen eyes
the moon was a milky white or did i imagine that too
i fantasized about the water
how does it feel to have your breath stopped short
derelict
blackened
silent annihilation
saccharine flavor from last week is distaste now
it broods around my tongue
but i desire it again
purple veins
uneven fingers
in the steady of my heart
it beats for abandon (i think)
i have nothing to say anymore
for my words are no better than the dirt i exploit on the ground
i sit and taste blue and red
i think of your body
and i think of mine
what is that allure of consuming you
possessing your mind
possessing your skin
possessing your spit as you swallow
i'm possessed again
i went out to the lake and watched people walk
i imagined what they were thinking
assigned names to them
celestine collects carnations and dangles them in the crook of her left arm, her freckled right hand concealed in the pocket of her cream colored coat, she bites the inside of her cheek
simon smiles to his lover, seething with tender softness, she runs her slender fingers over the nape of his neck, warm blood
destruction
sullen eyes
the moon was a milky white or did i imagine that too
i fantasized about the water
how does it feel to have your breath stopped short
derelict
blackened
silent annihilation
saccharine flavor from last week is distaste now
it broods around my tongue
but i desire it again
purple veins
uneven fingers
in the steady of my heart
it beats for abandon (i think)
i have nothing to say anymore
for my words are no better than the dirt i exploit on the ground
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