Being Average.

[morethanblood]

I think I’ll live with this pain forever, it’ll guide my every decision. Other people won’t have this demon driving them. I’m either going to take over heaven or hell. Which doesn’t even matter.

[morethanblood]

I want to run away, get lost and find myself.

[morethanblood]

You tell me I can’t run away from myself, I’m running away from you. So in a way, I am, because you made me.

[morethanblood]

Lady Wolf

Come Little Red Riding Hood Come Little Red Riding Hood The little girl which you play she’s ill, she’s ill I will take great care of you

Come Little Red Riding Hood Come Little Red Riding Hood I have many toys, you can play Better toys, better toys I will take great care of you

Take my hand, Give me your cloak litte red wolf we were one we were one we were one we were one

Come Little Red Riding Wolf Come Little Red Riding Wolf Looking so tender in my cloak I promise to love you and lie to you, to you lie to you forever

Come Little Red Riding Wolf Come Little Red Riding Wolf You are too weak, to get up Stay down, stay down I own you little wolf

Took your hand, Gave you my cloak litte red wolf we were one we were one we were one we were one

It’s you that’s ill, Little Red Riding Hood. She bit me She bit me She bit the wolf She bit the wolf

Took your hand, Gave you my cloak litte red wolf we were one we were one we were one we were one

What a wicked creature you are

[morethanblood]

What happens a tired little weasel puts headphones on and hears a beat.

Kick drum, sparks that beat

Feel that voltage in your chest

Fluttering little sparks

Stopping you from sleeping

Reminding you to get up

Get up

Live. Run, laugh, life, live.

 Second drums kick in, jungle rhythm

Shakers for hats

Amen break

Just made this tune flip reverse

Little bounce,

Little bounce,

Little shake.

 Now it’s a deep roller

Little House beat

Dirtying up your stereo

Shades down

Vests on

Beats down

Grind.

Grind.

Grind.

 You’re in the sound now.

Just rave. On and on. And on.

You’re lost.

 “Mush”

[morethanblood]

When someone asks if you’re going into work during a tube strike...

[antbaena]

[feminist-elizabethan]

Slam Poem Proves that Cosmetic Products Can Be Used For Just About Anything, Including Collapsing the Economy

Megan Falley and Olivia Gatwood performed “Collapse the Economy” at the 2014 National Poetry Slam finals, and the two fired shots at the cosmetic industry. To be more specific, the two pointed out that if women stopped purchasing cosmetics then the economy would literally collapse, and Falley and Gatwood provided some creative ideas on how cosmetics could be repurposed. Spoiler – scented tampons and hairspray make an excellent makeshift bomb.

[morethanblood]

The Lion Tamer

Where do all the old people go when they get old? I look at you silently swinging from one thought to the next Pendulum swinging, propelling you further forward with each thought Each time gaining a little more understanding about how to survive This train, jumping tracks as it goes Not because it was built that way but because it has to And it gets there eventually, not unscathed And has picked up a whole city of knowledgable wild animals on its way, And by the time it's arrived It's old The lion tamer train still holds its beasts But no one's buying tickets to the show Don't think there's anything to see They just don't know So much overlooked, old lady will you please tell me a story? I want to learn how to tame a lion, too

[wordsnquotes]

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)

[morethanblood]

Sylvia Plath ponderings

[poems-and-words]

[morethanblood]

Start your life unhappy, 

Then you’ll know what you want to be when you grow up.

Smile till you can’t stop - you’ll need to make up for lost time.

[morethanblood]

#explainyourusername

What’s in a name?

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

A beat by any other name would still compete

With the pumping heart in your chest

But we called it a heart

And now tempo’s not it’s only part

To play.

And maybe that rose could have smelled even sweeter,

If it had been named on say, a Thursday,

Called it Juliet.

This hashtag was a record

Two hundred thousand explanations of a name

Clearly struck a chord,

With One Direction fans the world over,

Young girls whose identity is wrapped in

Zayn Malik’s cute chin

Or Harry’s laugh, his little grin

@fictionalzjm told us

“fictional means not real

And Zayn Malik is not real”

At least this was a little playful with the appeal

of a self-given identity

I’m not going tribute much more of my words

to One-D (sorry Lee)

Just this from @NachosHarry, who

“Loves Nachos...and Harry”

Sweet.

So, you love

“Nachos...and cheese?”

Standard.

I love Hisammudein Hussein Onn

Whose handle ends in a nickname, from

The kids at school

H-2-O!

Want to meet those kids

LIttle sick heads.

But then there’s poor @RealMandyRain

Who sadly defends her username

“I swear I’m not a stripper” Before she’s judged in vain

We’re not assuming anything Mandy

- you’re cool.

I don’t know about you, but

I see a username,

Don’t lodge it in my brain

I just -

Dismiss it as a label.

What could I see in a name - until you told me?

Now I can see a little bit more of your story

Hi,

Nice to meet you

I’m @BeatsbyGrace

Obsessed with drum and bass

And other beats

Can’t live without them -

Think about what would happen if I lost the ability to hear

And, I just think of Beethoven

And wonder how he did it

Should change my username to

@NachosandBeethoven

Just sayin’

Peace.

[morethanblood]

Little Angel

I sat next to you in the park, excited

While you replied to that puppy’s bark

Your fluffy blonde hair barking back

Playfully back

Shining at him like sunshine

You dye it on purpose

To bring happiness, wordless

Even on a day with sheep-filled skies

Shrouding the grey with your guise

- little Angel.

[morethanblood]

Vague Wave

I’m listening to you

And as you completely change your tune

I change with you

Heart starts pounding

Smile beaming off my little face

If you were a person I would jump up, you’d grab me

Play with me till your grin nearly broke your head

And then take me back

And I’d go with you again

My heart slows down but the smile still beams

Because I know I can ask you to take me back again, at any time

Until I’ve played so much, I need a little space

But I never forget

Locked in my starred playlist forever

Or, at least, until Spotify goes bust.

I think life is like your little tune.

Just unconnected moments that lift you off the floor

Don’t know why we keep trying to connect the dots between these moments

Maybe they are just dots

Maybe there is no line

Maybe it’s just a lifetime of moments - trying to be the best moments they can be.

Just like your little tune.

A poem dedicated to a sick track: https://soundcloud.com/camwoodzy/alone-trampled-by-turtles-vague-wave-edit

[lolfactory]

[amodestcollection]

Anatomy of the Orange Eater

http://ebeforeiblog.com

Translucent and Sticky like orange flesh With big citrus tears And sweet fibrous fingers Swollen with care and contempt She’s paled by winter’s breath And burnt sienna in sun-heat Designed exterior keeps her safe But inch inside Peel back to where She’s all sinew and sincerity And sweetness with a sting She lingers on your lips Saturates your fingertips Colors the air a shade of delicacy Your beamy faced orange eater