|Favourite genre of music: post-rock|
i need a hurricanecertain things like the depthi need a hurricane by ditzibum
of emotions dont perturb anymore
certain things like bringing
your body home in one piece
and on earth
is all I long to hear
certain things like watching
the rain and contemplating
the effect we
have on other people
is only growing up
they come and go all the time
they come and tell us things
like you have pretty eyes
and do things
like draw on our cheeks
and kiss on pavements
and listening to our shitty days
when they had worse
they come and bury feelings in us
we thought never existed
they do this and leave
over the days spent
over the years
over the countless conversations we had
over a new crush over a break up
over white shorts and kaftans
and love bites and Jodi picoult
over laughter at Burger King
over sharidir over self-projected music videos
over 4 am tears about what he said to me
and 9.30 pm tears about what he did to you
over shaking wondering if youre
not bleeding to death
over hating myself when I cant be there
and I want to
Wastedempty wrappers strewn on parquet; torn and crumpled,Wasted by Linney69
with nothing more than a curtain of dust,
choking her to sleep.
each day her nightmares fail to please.
and the leaves wrinkled with time,
outside the decay coloured windows,
and the moths don't sleep,
where her treasures lie;
a couch of empty bottles.
six years ago, her daughter left for good.
rags for robes, she croaks a tune,
of delusional paradise,
and once more, she drags herself
over another night.
an apathetic life she led,
with a made-up meaning to live,
and sixteen years since her love left; died,
she's forgotten how to plead.
an eternity to never forgive.
rolled up eyes, she drones a continous song,
about life in ruins,
she hates her hypocritical self,
a self she never knew.
another gulp of a life-waster,
in a world of make-believe happiness,
but never once has she smiled since the day,
she tangled herself in her covers.
there's nothing left,
bare house; bare soul,
where shattered memories linger,