If you want to sing your song of retribution, Face me with your empty eyes wide open. If you demand that I pay my full restitution, I’ll give you my penance along with my sin. I’m not here for your old, dead institution, I don’t give a **** about the piety of your men. If you really are the end-all-be-all resolution, Then simply strike me down and take your win.
things happened last night, i don’t know where to begin partly because of the outrageous events that occurred and partly since i can’t keep my thoughts straight
boy, i could go for some pancakes and tea and a moving monologue of redemption. actually, no pancakes, just the other stuff.
to be honest, i’m not feeling so well. dizzy, you know? i mean, the sun is up and shining but i just can’t shake the feeling that the night’s not over.
my fourth (!) chapbook is coming together steadily. looking back at my work, i've noticed a trend towards conventional poem structure, but there's part of me that wants to get back to prose. it's that never ending itch to do things differently, i tell ya.
Pushing. Left inside the crimson. Ton of Thorn. Like the village where we came from. Green. Itching. Dust on the self. Dust on the shelf where Frida Kahlo stood. Dust standing dance. Dust for your health. And flowers for the some to die. Just like how I should.
I was dancing in the bar Where love was the drug I was soon dancing among the common people Stepping into the shoes of glasses Shots for flaming heads for friday nights Crazy nights could come with the gay fights
I was dancing in the bar Falling into the glasses and laissez faire Breaking the coffee in the corner Creating riffs, and shaking hips I was dancing in a lesbian bar Critics were not in the ******* kunstelromm I was reading books, and apparently working overtime
They say tomoboys read books If I don’t do it right, I can be wrong
You're Vincent Vega I'm Mia Wallace Plunged the needle to my chest Adrenaline injection it is Significant other or a guardian angel? Baby, you're my 24/7 bodyguard.
You saved me You saved me I thanked God, He sent you I don't need Marsellus Wallace anymore Completely healed This immidiate This instant.
060619 | 18:35 PM di office, lagi hari lebaran hari kedua, bentar lagi mau makan ketupat bareng keluarga kecilku di bali. Tuhan maha baik. Akhirnya kuserahkan diriku pada dia si scorpio yang satu ini :) fully committed now
Thoughts of my woes never really were contemplated upon reflection, this thing we are all do is fated to fall on our laps. I was opened armed, I was blind even though I could see, finding myself easily confined.
It was like I was strapped to a tree and then pulped reformed to a thousand paper cuts. I was sculpt in to the form i see now, I was a servant while those that were calculatingly observant.
Less is more on the thoughts of a subliminal message, could one even see that which was feed, a presage of there controlling. we are woven into this false motion, confused by the continuous waltz.
I wore no chains no mark upon my supple flesh, but this was a different kind, woven in unseen mesh. I was drowning in air, i was sinking in depression I'm enslaved with no evidence, only my confession.