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Post by theatrics on Mar 16, 2011 23:21:22 GMT
Spiral, it's not one of my favourites of yours I will admit.
But it's not too shabby. Lol.
My newest:
I am afraid.
Being with him,
Is like standing in front of a mirror.
I struggle with myself
Smash the screen, there’s just me.
To lose you,
Would be like losing a part of me.
So why do I scream?
Affection?
Attention?
Self hatred.
No one has loved me like this.
I suppose
I feel I don’t deserve it.
But I adore you.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Mar 16, 2011 23:58:58 GMT
which one do you mean?
I like that, its good to have you posting, more please.
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Post by theatrics on Mar 17, 2011 0:33:57 GMT
the last one you did, about the army etc? I don't know it just didn't feel like your other stuff. Sorry. Thanks by the way  I will try |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Mar 17, 2011 0:43:17 GMT
haha dont apologise, I appreciate the honesty
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Post by theatrics on Mar 29, 2011 16:21:58 GMT
I realise this isn't one of my best, at all. But I needed to get it out so here it is:
Hearsay
Yousay
Spread your shit like the makeup on your face
Fake tan, fake you,
Try and hide behind the mask.
The beast shines through.
Your monstrous form will come to light
Eventually,
Brightening my darkest days.
The days you ruined.
So spread your shit,
Karma’s a bitch.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 22:15:32 GMT
I'm not the kind of girl who's gonna sit and talk to you about the stars, boy. But last night I looked up into the dark side of the blue, and they'd gone backwards...
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 22:23:53 GMT
I'm quite alright hiding today
He said.
Intertwined thoughts of
familiarity and terror.
The blanket you cuddled as a naive seven year old
Cradling you cat to the vet at nine thirty one in the morning.
A daffodil in an empty watering can.
Leaning beside a garden tap.
No longer in black or white
I'm running colourful.
And I'm quite alright hiding tonight.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Apr 2, 2011 22:37:50 GMT
Alice is my favourite
Plug sockets
Distances
& the simplest decisions
are the keys to my happiness.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 22:46:20 GMT
The electricity rushes to nothing.
Neurone disorder.
A missing incentive.
Red bumper sticker warnings.
Too many fullstops upset my
Orange Candle Dreams
A wet towel on a dry bed
An are before a gee
Red pen over my robot's words
My Orange Candle Dreams
Always seem to be vivid.
Castle in the clouds a wild west film scene a marriage a death
My death.
But they are only my
Orange Candle Dreams
And the control and routine is comforting.
An empty plug socket is not.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 22:58:57 GMT
I fancy Laura Marling.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Apr 2, 2011 23:02:42 GMT
Shes taken. By Me.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 23:03:06 GMT
When I was younger I used to draw. I'd grab two or three coloured pencils and scribble until I had a mess of intertwined lines. All different colours. I never knew where anything ended or begun.
It's the same now.
Except
The page is my head.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Apr 2, 2011 23:04:33 GMT
Remember, if you get too awesome, I'll just stop coming on.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 23:05:44 GMT
We sit on a tree route, staring out at the five ponds.
"It's beautiful here" he says, flashing me a hindered smile.
"But I'm not" I reply. Sincere.
"I know. But you're a good friend."
"I know." I say. Insincere.
Or is it unsincere?
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 2, 2011 23:06:12 GMT
SHUT UP LUKETH OR I'LL SHUT YOU UP.
git.
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I will try