August 2011
44 posts
This is not a cry for help, go away. I’m going for a job interview tomorrow. In a few hours, in fact. Well guess what, I don’t want a fucking job. I don’t even want to get out of bed and step outside. I fucking hate the idea of working behind a desk, of answering a phone for minimum wage. I’d actually rather have no money. I want to read books all day and listen to music. I...
July 2011
30 posts
one hundred and twenty two.
What you’ve got is hard to find, I think about it all the time.
Your love is my drug.
one hundred and twenty one.
Came a time when every starfall brought you to tears again.
Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again when both our cars collide.
one hundred and twenty.
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
one hundred and nineteen.
It should’ve been me and you.
Now all I’ve got are these photographs.
one hundred and eighteen.
You feed me fables from your hand, with violent words and empty threats.
You’ll always be my hero, even though you’ve lost your mind.
one hundred and seventeen.
See, the sea wants to take me, the knife wants to slit me. Do you think you can help me ?
I know it’s over, still I cling.
one hundred and sixteen.
All I can ever be to you is the darkness that we know.
This regret I got accustomed to.
one hundred and fifteen.
You are young, life has been kind to you. You will learn.
There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit and it’s filled with people who are filled with shit and the vermin of the world inhabit it.
one hundred and fourteen.
He’s a freak of nature but we love him so.
Deep inside the garden of Eden, standing there with my heart all bleeding.
one hundred and thirteen.
I got dosed by you & closer than most to you.
All I ever wanted was your life.
one hundred and twelve.
I was half convinced I’d waken, satisfied enough to dream you.
Happily I was mistaken, Johanna.
one hundred and eleven.
You can grow flowers from where dirt used to be.
Don’t you try & tell me that you never loved me. I know that you did cause you said it & you wrote it down.
one hundred and ten.
Sink with your wasted dreams when you can.
Take me to your blackened sky.
one hundred and nine.
Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear my darling one.
Hey little train wait for me, I once was blind but now I see.
one hundred and eight.
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face All radiant and unshadowed of distress, And as of old, in music measureless, I heard his golden voice and marked him trace Under the common thing the hidden grace, And conjure wonder out of emptiness, Till mean things put on beauty like a dress And all the world was an enchanted place. And then methought outside a fast locked gate I mourned the loss of...
one hundred and seven.
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress oh lady made a beautiful mess I guess.
Dedicated mind in a medicated state is a highly overrated fate.
one hundred and six.
I can’t stand myself, I’m being held up by invisible men.
Still life on a shelf when I got my mind on something else.
one hundred and five.
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones.
And I will try to fix you.
one hundred and four.
When you try your best, but you don’t succeed. When you get what you want, but not what you need. When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep. Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can’t replace. When you love someone, but it goes to waste, could it be worse?
one hundred and three.
I can’t just call you up and laugh with you the way we used to. Oh, this world isn’t good enough.
I miss you everyday like they took summer away, like they took colour away and the grey needs to get the hell away from me.
one hundred and two.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You’d kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
one hundred and one.
He’s like a detuned radio.
For a minute there, I lost myself.
one hundred.
I get home from work and you’re still standing in your dressing gown. Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you. What are we coming to? What are we gonna do?
ninety nine.
I whisper empty sounds in your ear & hope that you won’t let go.
Take the pieces and build them skywards.
ninety eight.
Only clowns will play with those balloons. What do you wanna look like Barbie for? Dear oh Lord, it’s easy.
Only clowns will play with those balloons. Passive when I’m in record. Day and night I’m watching you.
ninety seven.
How my thoughts, they spin me round.
How my thoughts they let me down.
How my dreams, they spin me round.
How my dreams they let me down.
ninety six.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings & learn to fly.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
ninety five.
I know I make it for two.
Two of us were made of angelsdust.
ninety four.
I love the way your hair hangs over your eyes crush me with your stare.
If I could fly to you I would to be the way we were.
