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@microphobia05
Fabricating Dead lover, Lips linger dry heat.
Notes pose The decay I’m fading, waiting Till we meet.
Again, I said I’m better off dead. You , With a clear head-
Shouting Stay around, And get Those feet Onto the ground.
Ashes fly Passing by Caught gravity, Can't stay high
Theres no sound, Making sounds Waiting till You come around.
I’m waiting till You come around Come around Come around
A girl I know/new.
Sometimes I wish We never met. I contemplate, Would you still be here?,,,,,,, I would always walk around And you’d have to stay, Now you’re not around. And when I’d come back, It was the same old- I loved it (more, you) but it got old. I wouldn’t be a lier But what?,,,, I’d always lie. And you’d/we’d take it to vain Sick and cold, tired. When know-body knows. Is that how it started? Petty pharmaceuticals. Maybe, I think SO. And I’m to blame. And I’m still here And it hurts. -I’m sorry.
I don’t think I’ve every really had a great talent for putting things into words. Maybe that’s why I loved lyndsi so immensely, it’s been said you can’t put someone like her into words. And I know it to be true.
And I'm thinking Upset but unsure, to be mad about what? You, the drug that... me some god? Real quick but slow to move I swear to every-anything, I know I love you
Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
you came to tell me something? / september 2016 / Karolina Koryl
I really miss you today. Today is going to be really hard. Fuck.
In a nicotine dream I saw you Rain thru sunset you Felt so small we I carry around a little secret(s) I hide them in the corner of a smile And if I ever get to kiss you I pass them on Sometimes you disagree Cause I fall like leaves in summer But man, it fall's. season I swear. I miss you in thunderstorms and early morning summer rain It is. Your bodies my map The land was always there But I trace the contours with my fingers, Explore like ivy I carefully print each corner There are no wrong turns But things can be misspelled With good intentions I swear By it It's like how they calculate life But you watch the puddles Gather rain And you know that's not true. I miss you With my tongue tied tight I'm always a speechless, mum. Swimming through the words I want to say, but I choke on water. Same to feelings. Such a thing.
Woman at the sea, a 1933 photo by Andreas Feininger
So love goes. I close my eyes And watch the walls unfold They open always. peddle by peddle: a flower kissing the morning's ray(e)s That radiate like your smile. But I miss you like the rain, Will I see you today? The morning dew sparkles, (Like the light in your brown eyes) All around me Giving me exactly what I need, unknowingly. Pictures of rain run, projected Like you remembered a first kiss (Just two flowers in the dry summer heat) A kiss so soft- with trickling veins and goose bumps They say be patient like the stars Another day. They tell me wait. And I wait for you; first rain. Holding onto the morning dew. They say stay to delay-- I'll wait for you. I
Heroin hill. Written in Denver
Picked at my soul Like a voodoo doll in vein. Followed the sum around town- As energy absorbed into 4 small bags. Quickly busting at the tie, so small Delivered from cheeks to crooked spoons And I’m in the heart of it. I feel the beat. A candle light dinner, A snake like belt constricting. And I lean back, toes on ledge. The rush of a ten story building Falling falling falling; failing, Absence is everything and nothing’s the feeling. The quick fix, The fast, it’s tangles and perfections.
Saw a feather hit the water, Ripples slowly show the sky. Grounded two feet only- Cause I know I can’t fly. Reflections mirror what I can’t see. Flipped around for a piece) And my mind said perceptions; Not only what you see Slowly humbled by some jewelry As the water bends the metal And my hands lay there slightly– Not knowing what to mend. I go down to the water Not always a feather. Just some kinda reflection, And I smile again. Simple thought of a feather And what it showed me It’s like crying under water And the things you let be.
Charles Henri Ford in a costume designed by Salvador Dali. Photograph by Cecil Beaton.
One of the first drawings I ever uploaded to tumblr.
