Futile Stories

Daisy

3 Dec 2012

What Some of the Whisperers Say

We do things our own way,You're not part of it.We don't want you near us;Hide your freaking shit.You'll never fit in,Though we'll tell you, you will,Then we'll stab from behindAnd we'll kick 'til you're still.We'll tell you we're constant,And we won't be...

OHT

13 May 2012

Forgotten

What soothing peace Overflows Like the current of an ocean Along a slender slope To swim against the tide And further upstream Where everything is burgundy Rivers run deeper Than the veins of an arm There's no cause for alarm No need to explain Two eyes t...