I couldn't quite tell
if I was touching the right
places.
I couldn't quite see
If it was truly I, who,
was making you
scream.
I couldn't quite understand
if it was me or if it
was you
who collapsed
first on the floor.
But somehow
with a satisfied grin,
I knew that
something went right
and
I no
longer
cared how.
Friday, 30 September 2011
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Junk Heart
I look inside your
junk heart baby
and all I see
is
punk art
baby.
I look into
your junk
heart baby
and all I see
is fuck up
baby.
You
ask me
why I bother
baby,
but your guts
are spilled with
jello baby.
I ask again
why you bother
baby,
because your
heart's filled
up like
a
junkyard
baby.
junk heart baby
and all I see
is
punk art
baby.
I look into
your junk
heart baby
and all I see
is fuck up
baby.
You
ask me
why I bother
baby,
but your guts
are spilled with
jello baby.
I ask again
why you bother
baby,
because your
heart's filled
up like
a
junkyard
baby.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Nothing My Love
Let me curl in your face
of dreams as I
suck the embolism
from your cream.
I need you close like
a hair pin in my nose
so that nothing
surprises me,
my love,
nothing surprises me,
my love.
of dreams as I
suck the embolism
from your cream.
I need you close like
a hair pin in my nose
so that nothing
surprises me,
my love,
nothing surprises me,
my love.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Daphne
In our most intimate
moment,
you look into my eyes,
and kiss my soul
with your beauty
in disguise.
You're my dream
woman
Daphne of the hill side,
you're the one
I dream to take
home.
You're my dream
woman
Daphne,
with your guise,
I embrace your
golden locks
as we sink
into the
night.
(Daphne Lying Down - almost finished)
moment,
you look into my eyes,
and kiss my soul
with your beauty
in disguise.
You're my dream
woman
Daphne of the hill side,
you're the one
I dream to take
home.
You're my dream
woman
Daphne,
with your guise,
I embrace your
golden locks
as we sink
into the
night.
(Daphne Lying Down - almost finished)
Sunday, 11 September 2011
Dead Skin
Some days ago, I burnt the roof of my mouth.
I made some broth and not letting it cool down long enough, I took a few sips, and scalded the top of my mouth. Along with the searing pain, little blisters formed, the surrounding flesh became tender and I found it hard to eat without getting distracted from my self inflicted wound.
I've burnt this area a number of times, I'm clumsy like that, and having had experienced blisters such as these, I usually pop them with my thumb, by pressing up against the blister, giving it a nudge until a salty liquid cascades out from beneath the tender pocket.
However, these blisters this time, are too small, so I allow nature to take it's course, and begin the healing process in its own time.
This morning I ran my tongue alongside the top of my mouth, the skin felt like rubber and as I twirled my tongue round and round along the dead skin, I manage to peal it off. In clusters, my tongue gave my mouth a nice little chemical peel, and shining out from beneath the dead horizon, appears new, fresh, young, never been touched, skin.
It only took a matter of three days if not less, for this damage to heal.
The reason why the mouth heals so quickly is because it's always wet and saliva acts like an antiseptic to avoid infections.
If only the mind could heal as fast as an injury inside the mouth.
If only the heart could mend as fast as an injury inside the mouth.
I made some broth and not letting it cool down long enough, I took a few sips, and scalded the top of my mouth. Along with the searing pain, little blisters formed, the surrounding flesh became tender and I found it hard to eat without getting distracted from my self inflicted wound.
I've burnt this area a number of times, I'm clumsy like that, and having had experienced blisters such as these, I usually pop them with my thumb, by pressing up against the blister, giving it a nudge until a salty liquid cascades out from beneath the tender pocket.
However, these blisters this time, are too small, so I allow nature to take it's course, and begin the healing process in its own time.
This morning I ran my tongue alongside the top of my mouth, the skin felt like rubber and as I twirled my tongue round and round along the dead skin, I manage to peal it off. In clusters, my tongue gave my mouth a nice little chemical peel, and shining out from beneath the dead horizon, appears new, fresh, young, never been touched, skin.
It only took a matter of three days if not less, for this damage to heal.
The reason why the mouth heals so quickly is because it's always wet and saliva acts like an antiseptic to avoid infections.
If only the mind could heal as fast as an injury inside the mouth.
If only the heart could mend as fast as an injury inside the mouth.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
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