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My Howl[I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked] I woke up when I was 14 and never looked back well, a few times I looked gazed upon the crystalline symmetry of past lives unthreaded and clipped, sewn together and pulled apart But it all came back to the place I was in whatever place it was whether draped over guardrails searching for an answer to my call (figuratively and literally) or six feet deep in love, bent fingernails and bloodshot eyes (my mother never did understand why I looked so tired) Tears or drugs? &My Howl
by ~FishnetLlamaStalker
Monday Mourning Pt. 2Someone once told me it would all be okay like glass in my fingernails scratched down my veins You pull me in closer. You push me away.Monday Mourning Pt. 2
Hands down my back, slid between vertebrae split lips staining cheek bones and gold silk sheets Someone once told me it would all be okay
You slipped silent, screaming, slowly some way or were you still singing when you crashed? You pull me closer. You push me away.
We bathed in early lemon beams slinking over the day sank sideways and in, to concave chests, still, breathing. Someone told me it would be okay.
I
by ~FishnetLlamaStalker
Sneaking up on a SunriseI saw you sing in a dream I once had Painted skin to lips and in between you were dripping, naked and quarreling, mad My fingers you kissed became numb and blueSneaking up on a Sunrise
I woke up and called you once, then again Six hours passed, still, months became days then We fell down together, fever i hand piled ice and waited to live again
Swinging my fists, I thought I could find you Your face fades in my mind like melting ink sleeping in clouds and breathing in smoke plumes I’ll lend you my lungs just to hear you breathe
Each day piles up with our collapsing lust
by ~FishnetLlamaStalker
the absence of anythingI wake up blind- folded like the cards I played the hands I lost pulled away like brushed fingertips holding on to spaces between that have not been filled for days or the hearts that have not been filled for months on end, and wrinkle like your nose when I slip under your arm or reach for your palm and our hands fall apartthe absence of anything
I reached for your hand in a dream I once had space ached in between contracted like your chest I scratched anxiously and nervous filled my head with a day we once had under oak trees a
by ~FishnetLlamaStalker
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- Interests: Brushing my teeth, loitering, oversized sweaters, storytelling
- Favourite movie: Waking Life, Fight Club, Across the Universe, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Batman Dark Knight
- Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes, Sublime, Neutral Milk Hotel, M.I.A, the Strokes, Phish
- Favourite poet or writer: Conor Oberst
- Personal Quote: "The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving."
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