February 2012
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Decay.
I am only comfortable with the silence that comes after accepting the fact that you’re dying. Rotted veins push the spread further as I feel heavy metals building up behind my eyes. Reduce infection by amputating the parts I don’t need. Phantom pain is just a ghost that I sometimes desire to linger above me as I sleep. My existence is shadows and dust, and when the dawn escapes, you...
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Trash.
Masks are funny things. The more you try to take them off, the more people try to put them on you. Everyone has an idea and a representation of who you are to them, and you’re not allowed to step outside the boundaries. No matter how dirty their perceptions feel when placed upon your skin, and you bleach and scrub your face to the bone, they still can’t accept you. Often, I am the kind...
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“It doesn’t matter where we come from. Doesn’t matter how we look. Our skin...”
– helloimrob (via helloimrob)
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Oblong.
I love your suffering and the cheap scent of your desperation so satisfying to inhale I’m not the only one who enjoys your pain as all the predators smell blood in the water It’s a truly violent act to bring someone to life just so you can kill them I applaud your murderer for returning the favour you bestowed upon me.
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Concentrate.
It’s hard to wash your hands when your wrists are shackled to the man next to you who’s dying and it’s getting harder to move the numbers tattooed on your arm are spreading like a catalogued virus bar coded men, women and children huddled together, marked by the stars It’s hard to ignore the scent when you’re dragging a dead man hand cuffed and starting to stink...
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Metal.
I was suffocating in the crush, with ribs pressed together much closer than anatomical design should allow. Any kind of oxygen is welcomed as paradise turns to hell. So many people, down on their knees. Praying for chaos and destruction to rip apart the non existent spaces in between our closing heart beats. Begging for tears of the sky to wash us down and the cool breeze of a kiss blown goodbye...
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If you want your shot you’d better bring the biggest guns you have. I am impervious in the face of destruction. Attack, and break yourself upon me, like you always have. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing you can say that mirrors haven’t whispered or screamed. Any weakness you think you bear a foothold in has been mapped out repeatedly, until I know every inch, every tear in the...
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Necromancer.
Exhume me from the past where bones have grown safe resting comfortably, buried where the cold doesn’t reach my once final resting place exposed unto the sun be gentle as you excavate the remains I used to own I need to bathe in purity to cleanse the rotten flesh that is clinging to my bones a meal for all the parasites wash me with plasma made in hearts of innocence resurrect the weary...
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Kill.Feed.Mate.Die.
They say our generation is blameless, but that’s only because we’ve done nothing. Throw your hands up in the air for fear of getting them dirty. It’s easier to point fingers in your dying moments instead of treading water. Blame the past, blame the system and blame your fucking parents.
Don’t educate yourself. Don’t open your eyes and realise that there is more for...
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Steam.
The lion with your proud mane the scorpion with my envenomed sting always killing myself before you can eat me You and I are lines of fire and tides of water that never seemed to intersect at the right time It’s always wrong and as the years go on clocks fail to correct for your fiery nature I am the quenching calm but you’re already ashes.
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Look Away.
I am beautiful like the tears of a starving child. I am lovely like a flower in Chernobyl. I am gorgeous like a three legged dog. I am pretty like a twelve year old anorexic. I’m appealing like food amongst the garbage. I’m sublime like blood splatter on sterility. I am elegant like a sledgehammer. I’m radiant like the light from your arsehole. I am pleasing when I am a slave....
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Pulling Broken Glass From My Knuckles.
I’m rotting to the bone but it’s never fast enough familiar patterns and angles make me feel at home I can only smell death my tongue has amnesia selective to forget the taste of all I found excessive I’m in a state of decay striving for completion I’m under ninety kilo’s with only ninety more to go.
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First round's on me.
jayarrarr:
Many the miles lie (everyone lies) between Our fractured smiles And reams of dreams Rewritten.
Tell the story as it goes, No one knows (any different) When the songs all sound the same.
And you’re still there My secrets confessed Yet you still care, What’s this? I’m blessed.
To have a friend As feel as you Too...
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9 Satanic Sins (via The Church of Satan.)
ordinarywonder:
(I keep seeing Satanism on my dash. This is LaVey’s vision of Satanism. I think he used a lot of common sense, and some of the tenants of Satanism are incredibly useful. Take a moment. You may be surprised.)
1. Stupidity—The top of the list for Satanic Sins. The Cardinal Sin of Satanism. It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives...
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In some ways I wish I felt more lamentations but I can’t find them maybe wallowing isn’t really my thing indifference, a life jacket bringing me to the sun.
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Forward.
You’re bound to pieces of the me I’ve left behind scales I’ll shed over again when I detect the signs of rapid pulses and accelerated breathing I’m being skinned alive whenever you are sleeping you kept me in your heart but you’ll find that I am gone because the person I was doesn’t exist anymore.
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Hive Mind.
Only thing I’ve been taught was how to be a slave and battered, calloused hands show the worth of the man locked into a battle between dreams and conditioning work my hands to the bone because it’s all I’ve ever known No one ever told me it’s okay to have a heart because letting yourself feel means the man isn’t real so put aside all your hopes because...
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Through The Eye.
The only lie I’ve ever told about drugs is that I never used needles. I mean, technically, I never touched them. But after the right amount of mind-altering substances, a little horse tranquilliser (lovingly “donated” by my next door neighbour, the horse chiropractor), and some soft company, a man is open to suggestion. Well, I was seventeen and as a strapping young lad, pussy...
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Doubt.
Rest your head on my shoulders. Bury your face in my chest so deep that your whispers will be fed directly into my heart. Your screams will echo from my ribcage. On the outside, no one will ever see how vulnerable you are inside these arms. They are the shelter you’ve been seeking from that storm behind your eyes. Never growing weary and never letting you down. You seek trust, this is it....
“Fuck, you can word shit.”
– An “Australian” compliment from a friend, upon his first reading of my work. Praise from Caesar.
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I sold my soul for many things I can touch so much but feel nothing don’t come searching for my spirit at dawn because what you seek is already gone.
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Songs I Wish I'd Written.
This is a new segment (I’m a game show host in my spare time) I thought I’d introduce. Instead of boring you with words, I thought I’d find new ways to bore you that I find interesting. I love music. Playing, listening, collecting instruments, writing. My love for poetry comes specifically from lyrics. I spent my time as a kid reading encyclopaedias and finding new shit to learn,...
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Snowman.
It wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. I have always imagined it when my tattoos blister and fade. Trying to look up and being stared down by the sun. I daydreamed of grey clouds frosting ultra violet rays still in the atmosphere and restoring me back to colours. I saw it floating softly down onto my skin, each perfectly formed flake wrapping around the open sores. Healing in...
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Deliverance.
I’m the noose around your neck
holding you close when you die I’ll be your last poison kiss
while you’re saying goodbye I’m the wind caressing you
when you jump for the earth For just one more moment of pain
I can save you from the hurt Make your bleeding heart flow
I’m the knife made of steel I’ll love you for all time
as the last thing that you feel...
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Business.
Button me until I choke
strangle me with a tie
cover up all my colours
and bury me in a lie
I’m liquefying in the sun
looking into dead eyes
as I firmly grasp limp wrists
and greet them with a smile
gritted teeth forced to speak
and they can’t tell I’m lying
every second I spend hiding
is another moment I’m dying.
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Green.
I dreamt about you again last night. You were talking to me from the edge of the bed. I sat upright, and you hugged me tight as I cried and cried into you. I felt safe and secure like fading memories and I woke up wiping the sleep away. The only time I’ve shed tears since you died is when I’ve stood by your grave, where I felt your presence near, the closest I’ll ever get, and...
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Misery.
I drove Liberty into the ground. Her legs stopped working. She looked up at me with big brown eyes, her head resting softly on my lap. Her lungs seizing like rusted gears that were never taken care of. It’s true. Liberty was someone I did not look after when she was my charge. She depended on me. Her legs stopped working, so I carried her far away. Far from innocent and young eyes. She was...
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Get Out/Save Yourself.
You’re only trying to help I know you want to save me pulling on the loose threads of the stitches buried in my skin you think that if I let it out if you remove all my binding the pain can finally escape opening doors to see within Inside me you find me choking on this numbness slowly gaining shades of blue but my lips refuse to spit my lungs reject the air I crawl forward on my knees...
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Bullet Proof.
I don’t wear armour any more there’s nothing worth protecting and there’s no reasons to care so shoot if you can find my heart I’ll stare right back into your eyes while you press the gun to my chest as you scream at me with hatred I’ll smile when you pull the trigger I watched the bullet enter me as you stick your fingers in the hole I know that it’s supposed...
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Ladders.
My fingers keep repeating the same patterns over and over. I tell them I’m going to break them off one at a time if they don’t start speaking a language that I understand. But pens and knives have funny effects on your motor functions and emotional stability when you hold them close. I’m exorcising my heart and mind screaming down copper and fibre until the glass splinters and...
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Carbon.
I had so many plans for this goodbye, but plans never really seemed to work for you and I. I could write this letter in a thousand different ways, or maybe I should let it go and hope for better days. No matter how many words I write, I always find something more to say. It’s hard to keep perspective when your thoughts are deceptive, and I keep playing the situation over to the point of...
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Arachnid.
Eyes fill with desert sand silhouettes on the horizon shifted scorpion scurries to escape this erosion don’t let the moon see you or the stars will freeze and the call to hunt is carried on the quickening breeze.
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Defile.
Romance is dead. Hedonism is the call of tonight, when lovers become fuckers and fuckers become hunters, preying on the weak. Fuck the flowers and the corporations, I just want you all over me. Your taste and your scent and your willingness, draped over my body. The only pink I care about is the one lusting after me. Show it to me, slowly. Grit your teeth as I aim to please and make fists in my...
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Power.
She was a black g-string under red lights. Her hips swayed back and forth, hypnotically. I sat willingly in her spell, unable to look away. I felt all the blood running from my brain and into my pants. Leaning in close, her nipples brushed against my shoulder. “You’re mine now, little boy…” as her tongue, so gently, flicked my ear. I was her slave. She whispered all her...
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Big Bang
ordinarywonder:
Nothing brings two people together like raw, unadulterated desperation. Not the miserable bastard variety. That’s the kind of sad, sappy shit that makes people like us want to bust some skulls open. It’s not about waiting by the phone, hoping that someone will call… What I mean is the all consuming need to destroy, and to be destroyed. Bodies slamming against eachother so...
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Headclash.
“Fuck you, man.” She shouted over the crowd and swigged from her beer. This has been going on for about half an hour now. What started off as friendly bar side chat quickly got intense. “No, fuck you, I will never agree.” The swearing wasn’t all that harsh, but it was enough for the bartender to lean in and ask, “this guy bothering you?” She shook her...
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Content.
She lay on the bed bare legged and breasted. I moved slowly, a cheesy grin creeping across my face. The clinking of my belt buckle coming undone. “Happy Birthday…” to the tune of every First Lady’s birthday pity fuck theme song. She giggled as she beckoned. The rest of my clothes came off considerably quicker. We travelled far and wide, leaving no inch of the bed untouched....
Postcards From The Void: A few thoughts on Tumblr... →
ordinarywonder:
Do you ever think that maybe you’re taking Tumblr a little too seriously, in artistic terms I mean? For all intents and purposes, this is merely a blogging platform. Not the HQ for the new golden age. I mean, I get your message. Yes, professional, and academic writing does require standards. Why? Because that’s a standardized industry (necessarily so because it’s a consumer...
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Absorb.
When I first met her, my mouth was dry and my knees were wobbly, my vision blurred and I couldn’t think straight. Fuck, I was so drunk. She must’ve taken pity on me lying there on the ground with a smile on my face. I woke up with her number in my top pocket that read “Call me when you’re sober x”. I must have made quite the impression. I wonder if she noticed the piss stains in my pants. ...
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Black and White.
Gentle colours and softness spills out of the cup when she stumbled. They trickle in and pool at her feet. “What do they mean?” I look down and examine them, trying to find the words. But they wouldn’t come. I couldn’t describe the meaning of reds, pinks, or whites any easier than I could tell you what blue, green and yellow taste like. She dipped a finger in the mix and...