#beige
The candles are aesthetic—
dripping wax like curated grief
down the sides of glass jars
bought for their softness.
Everything is beige here,
muted, intentional—
even the sadness
has been filtered warm.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
___FLUFF:___
_Frequently, I discover words with hidden meaning, shining like coins in a handful of fluff, apple seeds and other down-the-back-of-the-sofa leavings. Some are too precious to share and I secrete them away. Others I spend cheaply on rigged slot machine verbiage. Mostly they sit waiting to be written usefully. Adding insight, lending moment to my day._
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___NONSENSE:___
_Foraging amongst the dahlias
For Cinderella’s lost slipper,
I am Barbie magic made manifest,
I am Germaine (sodding) Greer’s antifem,
I am Super Mum with gumboots on._
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___ABSURDITY:___
_The best nonsense is always spoken in the middle of the afternoon while heading north on a train bound for a smallish beige town, and so it was that the occupants of second-class carriage BG1754 found themselves gripped by a kind of eloquent hysteria as they rattled around the final bend in the tracks before the steep descent to the weatherboard station at Claggy Peat._
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 3:51 AM UTC
You blamed me for keeping you like an animal caged
But honey didn't you see the stars that traced every bar in beige?
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing
With wheel spining round
And not gaining ground
No thoughts to write down
hushed is the only sound
Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
More than ninety-eight days
Since you've been gone
I never was good with numbers
You knew that very well
There were times
When you called me stupid
It didn't bring me down
I knew better
Insults from you
Never came out as offensive anyway
There were times
We had conversations
So terrible I wanted to dissolve
In my cup of tea
Yeah like sugar
I didn't know about you though
It was hard to
But I remember our last as a couple
It was the worst of all
You cried for the first time
And I didn't
Yeah for the first time
There's a shadow
On my beige painted wall tonight
It belongs to no object
Quite funny
It's the shadow of your love
I think, I hope, I wish
More than ninety-eight days passed
Since you left and forgot
But I know how
You will never walk with a shadow again
F.Z.N
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
In a room
The colour of the dawn
I turn the lights off
And you turn them back on.
I keep your shirt on
And you lift mine.
I kiss your lips
And you pull away
Quickly reaching down
Between my legs.
I open my eyes
To find yours wide awake
Exploring every inch of me
As if that's all there is.
And maybe that's all you see.
But I just want you to love me.
Rather than simply **** me.
F.Z.N
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC