June 2011
14 posts
just watch as i bandage up all of your broken remnants with the softest cotton and the warmest touch. watch as i pin you down and take you against my bare skin, running my hand up and down your exposed, forceful chest. bite your lip and suck your tongue, lick your ear and caress your shoulders. lay your gentle fingers firmly, forcefully on my love handles while i move correspondingly to your body....
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For you, I’d treat my frame like clay and mold it until it fits into your perfectly memorized shape, alter the hems and add pink bows to ease your comfort and excite you. I would embrace the one who held that blade which carefully carved your delicate designs and I would only hope that my work comes just as close as his.
Sigh. Three cheers for me for placing myself into another bitter...
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Nas & MF Doom | Family.
fceee asked: This may be out of the blue but your writing is very inspiring, haha I read every one of your blog posts. Props to you for being out of the norm and being true to yourself by not following the hype. Your blogs are one of my favourites. You have so much potential and I hope you carry that with you throughout high school and further on in life to inspire others :) Your writing abilities for your age...
What happened to the crippled beast I fell in love with?
Where are your knife-edged talons, your lion-like chest, your untamed, valiant eyes? I see you in front of me, purring with a cup of medium black coffee, not growling with a generous bottle of hard liquor and a pack of cigarettes. The suppressing fire in your bold aura seems to be calming, but I am feeling vexatious and aggravated at the...
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restless eyes closed and a calm heartbeat coming to a dead-end choke, the colour of my chest fades and i will be reformed into something as pale as a dull pearl. i will leave nothing but fragments of footsteps on broken glass and fingerprints on holy water, i will leave nothing but wasted breaths and misused space. the place i have — or, had — in people’s hearts were only...
when was the last time i felt so down for no reason
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don’t leave me alone tonight, i am waiting and i have been waiting for so long.
i met a young gentleman who knew how to talk smooth, who dared not speak of skepticism and falters. the smell of marijuana bled out of his mouth but i remember not caring because, his false pretense did quite a job of distracting me. he leaned into my hair and delicately bandaged me with comfort and glorification, he found my ear with his lips and softly hissed words that made my skin shed like...
How fascinating it is for me to watch my hands type away, write away, draw away, knowing it is my mind that controls each finger and movement.
That night, I saw my ancestor steadily coming at me wearing the snout and vile skin colour of a pig, a lacerated skull clearly visible off the top of her torn head, and a butcher knife in human hands. Her mother watched with two tiny black holes burning into my face, the facial expression being etched into my memory. Her eyes — they looked like miniscule buttons.
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