#poetic things

[festeringluv]

there are times when i get so sick of myself and everything around me i wish that i could just erase myself, turn into dust and get thrown away. go to places only when im kicked forward.

do the tiles remember all the steps people walked on them? did they love the feet that stamped them? do people love people even after being walked all over like a raccoon under a car in the death of day?

i wonder where i would go now that im noticed. she thinks im a good person and now i have to be better to make her keep thinking that im good. i've already shattered dreams and expectations like cheap beer bottles. i don't want her to know who i am because even i have not an idea on who i am. i want her to keep thinking i am good so that she doesn't expect more. the burden is already too heavy. my shoulders are aching and the road is still a million miles.

it'll always be a million miles.

[a-romatherapy]

Day 1

Heartbreak is an acid trip Taking you in for a time loop Progress is a long-haul dream Spurted out in stop-motion stills A day stains like a drop of coffee the time lapse of non-remembering lasts no more than three hours, memories jolt awake a scale being tipped over, you lose your thoughts to a stronger monster beholden to a non-stop longing pulses strung in pre-dawn colors: violet, primrose, clementine pulses that don’t vibrate and do not exist in the normal air – where to lay your weary heart.

[dadgiles]

hostile 17 ~ a spike playlist | I'm bad! It's just I can't bite anymore, thanks to you wankers

i wanna be sedated - ramones | should i stay or should i go - clash | god save the queen - sex pistols | one way or another - blondie | identity - x-ray spex | blitzkrieg bop - ramones | teenage kicks - undertones | london calling - clash | rebel rebel - david bowie | rebel yell - billy idol | my way - sid vicious | town called malice - the jam | the day the world turned day-glo - x-ray spex | what a wonderful world - joey ramone | i fought the law - clash | killing an arab - cure | the saints are coming - skids | vampire money - mcr | wave of mutilation - pixies | psycho killer - talking heads | lithium - nirvana | ever fallen in love - buzzcocks | pump it up - elvis costello | come as you are - nirvana | all day and all of the night - adolescents | dancing with myself - billy idol | creep - radiohead | boys don’t cry - cure | blue monday - new order | the passion of lovers - bauhaus | just like heaven - cure | love will tear us apart - joy division | do it clean - echo and the bunnymen | cities in dust - siouxsie and the banshees | how soon is now - smiths | bela lugosi’s dead - bauhaus | cracking up - jesus and mary chain | what difference does it make - smiths | the card cheat - clash | i heard it through the grapevine - slits | the dead next door - billy idol

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

Why

If I’m so tough,

If I’m so strong,

If I’ve really got the guts,

That you think I do.

Than tell me,

Why do I so often feel like my insides are dying?

Why is it that I always end up crying?

[dateademisexualpersonwho]

Hello all demisexual people. I sometimes send in the poetic stuff because it is how I chanel my emotions. I was wondering do you like it?? It makes me feel better. You all are beautiful

I very much like the things you send in! They’re very nice :3 I’m sure others feel the same way I do! <3 Your poetic messages are really nice. Thank you for them!

[festeringluv]

just me or do others require to be reminded to not go chasing after love?

//lyrics from girls your age by Transviolet

[euphoriplexpera]

So many poetic incantations have revealed themselves to me today.

This has filled me with a new found power. A power I've been fucking waiting for!

Not only that the beginning of this transfer of will to continue to improve my life, was a simple conversation with one of my precious and rare long time friends.

She instilled more hope in me than I could of even fathom.

Not only did these metrical words find their place within my soul but her words did too. I can't thank her enough for that.

I can feel this choker chain around my throat cracking and with each blissful rupture I get the sweet taste of my soon to be freedom.

I've oppressed myself enough for the sake of others.

My time has come.

[festeringluv]

the moon is like a piece of heart. the sky's heart broke, one shone and the other took shelter in the dark away from everyone's eyes, mourning and disappearing into a blackhole and only returning on days it(sky) needs its heart back. there are days its whole and nights it yearns to be whole alone, while i yearn to be at peace with my existence.