May 12, 2018
the sun flails
the wickedness of comfort
when it used to be
my friend
i am undone
i am tired
i am rewired--
i'm bored.
i've shed my haven and
gave rush the power
to control my time and
loneliness--
i crave
light
warmth
you.
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the sun flails
the wickedness of comfort
when it used to be
my friend
i am undone
i am tired
i am rewired--
i'm bored.
i've shed my haven and
gave rush the power
to control my time and
loneliness--
i crave
light
warmth
you.
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making love - the way i know how never stopping, never coming - up for air, as long as thoughts run free my words are mine they make me yours and they're untangled- ly tangled on every stop and go #writersoftumblr #tumblrpost #writing #writer #poetry #altlit #theinkpixie #spilledink #writerunblocked
furthermore if i see you next to whatever it is that comprises me on whenever it is that i am the lowest i swear you'll be the ink spilling out of my heart
the great use of a life is to spend it for something that outlasts it.- Aldous Huxley
the hidden message of my
"how have you been?"--
give me a little time longer
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my fist a ball at the end of a pendulum swinging back and forth back and forth never ending it seems
whenever my heart gets broken my veins tingle with too much anticipation of ink drowning me
guts spilling like cold coffee in kitchen sink-- wasted