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[sascha-f-n]

Untitled #12

30/01/22

[fromyellowfacade]

Untitled 12

It’s over.

I used to push and pull

trying to make a piece

from a ripped cloth but

the needle treaded my skin.

I was running out of thread

but I kept stitching.

It hurts.

It’s throbbing.

It’s unending.

At the end of the knot

I saw droplets of blood.

It’s painful,

but I like it.

It’s better this way

than to see spurting blood

coming out from my heart.

Nothing’s more vivid than red.

[bynathancalebcamerer]

Untitled #12 (July)

http://bynathancalebcamerer.blogspot.com/2015/09/untitled-12-july.html Untitled #12 (July) It was like fireworks the first time By the Berlin Wall A girl that was almost golden A slight look of innocence Then a look of a little bit older A little bit wiser Well, it's pretty to think so You're a stranger who's light came on slowly I'm a stranger with a homeless heart I try and cover your heart with my smiles I'd love to fade into you But I can't find you in this urban jungle A place where we could enjoy the last days of summer Sunbathing with a stunning redhead Find another warm place Go to Phoenix and walk around without a plan This JUST IN, Even though I know your name, I'm still unauthorized to know it If you ever find ginger in the desert it could be like ascension Like a child's kiss Like trekking the stars to deep space A place where 9 is the magic number to a still untitled event A place of love for always and never Can I catch you if you run round the world July is hot from start to finish From girl to woman Wearing a blue apron in the kitchen That boy Nigel is shy He is his mothers son Those jokes at the comedy club can put you on the ground Can you show me downtown LA That's where anything goes An incredible redhead who should spend more time poolside Put your glasses on so you can read my words They may come across as pulp Maybe they'll be junk mail I can still see your grey/blue eyes Maybe some day I can help you pick out what shoes to wear and we could go for a walk Until that day you'll be that redheaded devilwoman The one in my dreams I'll be the guy not wearing any pants In my dreams we are little lover's, so polite

[existingneanderthal]

untitled #12

jangan terlalu terpaku oleh satu kuntilanak berbinar, dan diklisekan oleh dedelan kosmetik murahan

apalagi tergoda oleh seorang penggoda malam hari, tapi jangan samakan seperti pelacur.

semuanya berhubungan, eh, malah hanya seorang

pengundang depresi pengikat oleh riuh musik klasik.

sudikah telinga ini membiarkannya lalui timpani?

  kuntilanak!! Bah, terlalu disederajatkan.

tapi tak sederajat dengan pelacur.

Tak apalah untuk sesekali menyetarakan, ya?

setidaknya, itu lebih baik. maaf saya bercanda.

Pernahkah kamu melempar seluruh asas yang kamu miliki?

lemparkan seluruhnya, biar aku yang memakannya, agar semuanya terpenuhi.

Kalau enggak mau, biarkan itu mengambang, mengambang, hap dan menyangkut di ketiada.

bagaimana aku mengambilnya?

dan jika sudah terambil, akankah semua terpenuhi?

  pikirnya sudah futuris, melalapnya terlalu dalam, hingga tersesat.

terlalu intim, langsung saja kumulai, akankah spesifik dari alphabet jika terambil salah satu huruf akan menjadi ambigu?

Mari kita susun, dari A sampai Z, tanpa huruf. Aku lelah aku muak.

  Terasa tidak, karna hanya cara ini semuanya lengkap.

Wajar, diri tak bisa dapat sesuatu sensitif yang gerangan punya. Jangan ngeres!

tapi setidaknya, diri bisa menyimpan alfabet namamu, dan kumiliki. sekalipun itu barang curian.

Siapa peduli?

  May, 2010.