///caramelized heart
stitched up with wretched wire
carried in my back pocket
used things have no place in this world
stuffed with memories transfixed
bandages adhesive
sometimes falls apart
hours, days, years - spent replacing pieces
enveloped in black agony
tissues marred with bloody residue
there is such a thin line to everything
beats erratically, comes highly recommended
i-miss-you-tears fall quickly
onto wrists opened vertically...
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stitched up with wretched wire
carried in my back pocket
used things have no place in this world
stuffed with memories transfixed
bandages adhesive
sometimes falls apart
hours, days, years - spent replacing pieces
enveloped in black agony
tissues marred with bloody residue
there is such a thin line to everything
beats erratically, comes highly recommended
i-miss-you-tears fall quickly
onto wrists opened vertically...
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vinyl lumber jack
i love the way my name
quivers in the back of your throat
minute tick like the metronome
but my palms are numb with you
filling me up with this
intranssient momentum
this is sacred
this memory can never be taken
not by anyone,
not even god
your name stains my right shoulder
wingless dove of mine
vinyl lumber jack
i love the way my name
quivers in the back of your throat
minute tick like the metronome
but my palms are numb with you
filling me up with this
intranssient momentum
this is sacred
this memory can never be taken
not by anyone,
not even god
your name stains my right shoulder
wingless dove of mine
Let me preface this entry: I've been a member of SG for 5 years and I've been online since I was in the womb and never once have a written a blog post. Can someone please explain why it's called a blog and not an archive of thought (B.Walker, don't take that literally)? Regardless, I'm ready to stop licking the glass, so to all you...
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josephaaron:
Hey there blog I have no idea dear.
arghsnakes:
venice! i fucking miss that place. board walk, drum circles. surfing. god what a great place!
