"pugh" poems
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
I keep her clothing in the bed,
Fresh wet daggers of this concupiscent World. That is the standard. Don't you Hear it?
I watch the lamps and blankets singe
Cigarettes and Heineken
Nevermind, With the Lights Out
Everything is 'About A Girl',
And faking for no one.
'm too fuxked to know the difference
Stress is a knot that kills the young
I don't care about the other's wasting Their time isn't my business.
My sick is so short sighted. It carries a Black lighter inside its Gareth Pugh jeans.
Ann Demeulemeester top, Rick Owens Boots, an Obscur coat, Rad Hourani shirt
Henrik Vibskov socks, an MB999 tee.
Color is language for the body to read.
Inertia and energy protect me. I am the Opposite of a black hole. This vessel governs its own space, but I don't attempt To understand anything or any one thing.
This lizard brain keeps its ward and Wielding the almighty power of its Nightness, cosy's up near the Community of Death, Magic, and Numinous winter dirges, huffing Parfumes from her death-covered clothes.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
We used to smoke **** together.
Partied with fellow co workers after work.
When it come to making money we never mix it with pleasure.
A good hearted dude.
A family man who took pride in his kids.
He did whatever to make them smile.
I miss my friend Chandler Pugh.
My heart broken in 40oz pieces.
Roll my pain up in sorrow.
Smoking thoughts blowing out memories.
Pondering why tomorrow is such a tease..
R.I.P to my fallen friend.
I pray I see you again.
With my memories of you I'ma rocking out to the end..
My fallen friend.....
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC