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She was the kind of girl who always felt that she had a great deal to say, could never quite find the words to say it. Grand, vague ideas and hypnotically hazy sentiments glimmered in the dark, bumping and crashing and blurring together at the edges until they left her hopeless, drained and exhausted from an age-old attempt to etch the stars behind her eyelids into letters to no one.
I was the kind of boy who was effortlessly, horrifically adept at the art of the soapbox. I felt, at the age of thirteen, that after a long and horrifically complex journey I knew what I wanted to be: liked. Talent didn't factor into it, ability wasn't important- I had long since overcome the urge for meaning, and though I ached to be artistic, I settled with noisy.
And that, in the end, was all that mattered. She carried them with her like a secret- all those perfect words strangled in her knotted vocal cords- and I knew I was the only one who could pick that lock. After all, I was the sort of person who could teach her to talk, and she was the sort of person who could teach me to speak.
I was the kind of boy who was effortlessly, horrifically adept at the art of the soapbox. I felt, at the age of thirteen, that after a long and horrifically complex journey I knew what I wanted to be: liked. Talent didn't factor into it, ability wasn't important- I had long since overcome the urge for meaning, and though I ached to be artistic, I settled with noisy.
And that, in the end, was all that mattered. She carried them with her like a secret- all those perfect words strangled in her knotted vocal cords- and I knew I was the only one who could pick that lock. After all, I was the sort of person who could teach her to talk, and she was the sort of person who could teach me to speak.
Literature
Nostalgia
Rocketing in wavelengths emaciated and impeccable.
Irregular pressure palpitating
artificial rhythm
heavenly cadence
Looking through kaleidoscope distortion
crystalline delusion
Prisms shouting shards of fragmented color
powered rainbow
chandelier pigment
Speaking to a snow flurry
those minty lips like
lemon icebergs
icicles and
ecstasy.
we are frozen. captured memory
"
there is no marrow. no calcium
Literature
mausoleum
my dad's name spelled backwards
is dermatillomania.
i am scared tonight; the light is leaking out of
your nose like a galaxy tipped on its side.
you are melting into an abysmal bliss that
resembles the white-hot noise you taste
when the god you don't believe in dissolves
the rags on which you wrote your life in braille.
for god's sake, old man, listen when i tell you
that staring fear in the face with closed eyes is
faith, not the way the black-hole emptiness
in your life perpetuates itself in the holes
in your cheeks and the rain-ridden sinkholes
in the avenues from your mouth to your eyes.
the solid ground you're praying on
Literature
cheater
I am not your confessor.
as to the sins, the pleasures that
flung themselves at your
heels,
I couldn't care much less.
her body is no less yours
than mine is;
I do not fool myself that I own
even this small part of you.
"it meant nothing"
was she then just a tool,
a device to use and dispose of?
you tell me that you wasted
no charms on her,
that she threw herself at you
and (almost accidentally)
you slipped.
but why tell me at all?
my delusional darling,
did you really think I'd give a fuck?
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Full title: "The Dangers of Misplaced Nostalgia".
For these two characters in a roleplay with a friend of mine... I suppose it can stand alone, though.
(Fucking around with a sort of prosetry, I suppose. Because why not.)
Oh, and I just got a Tumblr, if you're interested (though I'm a reblogger, I warn you) : [link]
For these two characters in a roleplay with a friend of mine... I suppose it can stand alone, though.
(Fucking around with a sort of prosetry, I suppose. Because why not.)
Oh, and I just got a Tumblr, if you're interested (though I'm a reblogger, I warn you) : [link]
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right right. I'm digging the yinging and yanging.