The Worth of Words

An 18 year old boy who occasionally attempts to string words together, and enjoys the well strung together words of others.

[iambivalentpentameter]

This house of god is the sole sanctuary The Church has ever deigned to offer me Something in a blast for me is fired Under roof as empty as the barrel

[iambivalentpentameter]

42 days

Very probably not. Shattered Shattered Thank god I’m alive. Sahtetred Thankg od I’m alvie

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Sous le pavé la plage Sous la plage la paix Sous la paix cette voix. Qu’on m’apporte la lueur Des étoiles explosantes; Les racines de vos yeux. Les bêtes métalliques Pourraient m’écraser, Mais laissez-moi, Laura. Thank god I’m alive. Thank god I’m alive.

[insanity2021]

[fantodsdhrit]

Alzheimer's

I ran in galleries Where the ghouls Of paintings had

Alzheimer’s; Those that tiptoed Were forgotten.

[iambivalentpentameter]

Somehow I feel so calm. Like the universe is hurtling And the stars are blurring But I'm still on the axis. I can feel time flow over My forearms like a balm, A cooling, infinite river Roaring with utter potential. This air is so crisp. Heaving in, sinuses become My most welcome vacuum, And the wind takes my hand. I am the peak. I am the core. For the first time ever, I think I might understand.

[iambivalentpentameter]

I felt a little crazy; Sentimental, if you will.

71 days.

I wonder if I’ll make it.

[iambivalentpentameter]

Let me read By the light Of the bridges I'm burning

[iambivalentpentameter]

Paris or London; Both contain the man I want to see And the man I don’t want to become. Slowly becoming adept to that life, To count the concrete among my dearest. To find a certain beauty in the fast To let myself be slow amongst the most. Learning satisfaction in solitude. Should these be then my aim, Thus reads my happy epitaph.

[iambivalentpentameter]

A little bit drunk A little bit plump A little bit triste. He'd be so proud of me. I just wish I could tell him, If but one last time.

[iambivalentpentameter]

Good heavens

Orion, my most intimate lover You bear the gaze of centuries of art. I cannot fit you to these human moulds And my can is major, dearest huntsman.

These nights you'll pursue us over heavens To sculpt or to leap us beyond this earth. In dusty pavings due to aching necks Of mortal hearts, men's are lightly impressed.

[iambivalentpentameter]

This field is clasped In the sharpest gold; I would cut myself To lie upon it. Such a poisonousness Little Hamlet. Yet here comes the Norm.

[black-white-98]

Fly… unter We Heart It.

[literarywanker]

The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.

Survivor

Chuck Palahniuk

(via literarywanker)

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Night will have me, Height of maybes Right will he be Might of Hades

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Empty head Empty soul Empty page

These fingers are ghosts, These agile, pale, degenerate Useless fucking non-corporeal Fidgeting digits

[iambivalentpentameter]

"Who's a pretty puppy?! Who's a handsome boy????" I say to the wolf Eating my trachea "Oh this is lovely! What a marvellous drink." - I try to pronounce it, 'Hydro.. clon..ic..?'