pineapples and lost lettersWhy is it whenever anyone writes a poem ([link]) that is very similar to one of mine ([link]), theirs is always so much better?
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intelligent shades of bluewhen he woke up in the mornings he stuck on his smile that had fallen off during the night, and washed his hands of the smell of forgotten hope and burnt toast.intelligent shades of blue
he collected beautiful sadness in his eyes and lips, and he found it difficult to lie on his chest because it was filled with broken glass.
he blew sweetness into pen and paper and coughed up happiness for everyone
else; but at the end of the day all he was
left with was uninterested "thankyou"''s and a sore throat.
and he dropped intelligent shades of blue on the footpath
by ~insideruby
ethics and mathematicsforgive me for my assumption, dear friends, that two and two make four, but no matter how many times you suggest that it is, in all political correctness, five, what am I to do but question? these days it's all the angle you take, but there's been a significant increase in 'why?'. the politicians seem able to reply only with irrational numbers and complex reasoning. so if you could lend me a fraction of belief, I'm sure I could show you that something doesn't add up here. there needs to be some constantethics and mathematics
because our decaying de
by ~insideruby
insanityhe could never understand her because insanity is not justinsanity
antiseptic walls and stereotype.
because sometimes insanity is
found in pressure-time graphs
and cracked eighties vinyls,
and sometimes, it drives along forgotten back roads and forgets to brake at lights.
she could never explain to him, because often insanity sews your lips and averts your eyes.
because insanity is made from colourful children's toys and
drawn-out nightmares,
and if you're not concentrating, it might creep out of your ears and i
by ~insideruby
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meet your…
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I am…
Nervous, of course. I’m walking a tightrope, baby, and I’m stuck with two left feet. I’m
falling for you faster than gravity can pull me,
but you’re stubbornly keeping your balance.
I’m starting to think maybe I have to trip you.
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onetwothreesixteenmy lips are slicked with black cola, the zero calorie kind, trying to starve away the hunger that roars in the cavernousonetwothreesixteen
hollow of my stomach
her noxious breath, a stagnant cloud of bleach fumes and bile, carries words into my aching ears promising to make me pretty (promising that I will disappear)
she slides her skeletal limbs into my warm puppet-skin and makes my feet glide over the bathroom scale one-two-three-sixteen times a lonely day
my eyes are dead fish floating in the sea of depression that lap
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- Favourite movie: Chocolat (or Sweeney Todd)
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles & Imogen Heap
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
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So. Embarrassed yet?
ily too.
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Lady Duckwee x
Smile.
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Lady Duckwee x
Smile.
but that doesnt make sense
because it is a picture
and it probably means im going insane =]
Being mad is fun
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Lady Duckwee x
Smile.
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