Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tens...
Lay on my bed,Hug a pillow, curl up to the wall,I just want to be held.
Little lonely girl I see you all alone Single in this crowded world You're all on your own You’re a stranger to me Yet I want to cry for you I hate to see one lonely Wanna wrap my arms around you Your cheeks are rosy red Your curls are blonde Flyaway stra...
Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with ta...
"I love you" softly whispering to him, the warm tears rolling down my cheeks. "I know you do baby and I care for you," whispering back, pulling me close to him and holding me tight. "What did I do?" "Nothing baby, I just don't want you anymore," kissing m...
Day 67: Lying around pitying myself. The heating in this place is ridiculous, I’m either producing icicles or I’m peeling all my skin off in a bid to stop sweating all the water out of my body. I’ve noticed a recurring theme in my blogs: the notion of rip...
"The internet is just another shit catalyst." "How do you figure that?""What do you mean how do I figure that? I just told you whenever I write shit down I always say too much...practically turning a pen into a spade and digging a fucking tomb for myself....
Day 64: Shedding my skin and fucking crawling out of it. I can’t hack this place any more, I long for grass. Burn these buildings and walls and grow grass, and then the naughty grass. So we can all get high as the sky and not give a fuck who falls to the...
The sun’s waking up And you don’t want it toYou say, “Sun please go back to sleep, your baby misses the moon”(A.K.A your excuse to stay fixed in your room)Not because it’s beautiful Or because it lights up the darknessThe moon to you is just the makingsOf...
I go to the bar and within two hours I leave. Something about all those people who’ve been looking at me, It's too much company; way, way too much companyso I walk home alone except the passing drunks and trees, go back to a place where no eyes can bother...
In order to gain any sort of stability we must first begin to understand each other...but understanding why some people do what they do is difficult...oh, believe me, believe us, it's difficult. Let's divulge for a minute by making a list (and checking it...
