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Once bitten
Twice shy
She's my true love but
I ain't her kinda guy

     Timber! I'm fallin' in love :)
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
glass
it has only gotten worse.
i am terrified to speak the words aloud,
the guilt consumes me like maggots on a corpse.
i dont know how much longer i should stay or if leaving would even be any better because this is the happiest ive ever felt though i suppose at this point its less which one is better and more which ones less worse.
i mean look at this.
on my own **** paper and its not even original i feel like a puppy dog and i swear i am a real person with my own thoughts and desires a prime example being this completely unbounded feeling of fire that burns with blinding heat i cannot say it i cannot say it i cannot say it
and it destroys me.
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 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Zywa
I rake the ashes

of the olive stones and I --


smell my homesickness.
Novel "The PowerBook" (2000, Jeanette Winterson), chapter "spitalfields"

Collection "Inwardings"
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Etoilette
Please don't let me cry,
My tears are wiping out the silhouette of your face
and the colors of your voice
Like in windscreen wiper's case,
Memories I can't afford to erase.
Please don't let me cry!
you´re my favourite kind
of thief
you give it all away
lily..

what a beautiful revolutionary
you are!
your life-
star..!
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