Current Residence: Somewhere?
Favourite genre of music: everything except rap
Favourite photographer: ....
Favourite style of art: A N Y T H I N G
Skin of choice: Not racist?
Favourite cartoon character: Dunno
Just Stop, and BreatheWhen life is a train underwater,Just Stop, and Breathe by ~BlacK-Kat9
All you got to do is sink right down
So deep enough that you're buried
and learn to want to breathe again.
And no need to remain in the wallows
Even if the pills become hard to swallow; there outside just watch the yellow bird, the one that's broken and free.
I know it's hard to believe
In ghosts you cannot see
But I know what I want is golden ambers,
perhaps a burn I want so bad;
one that is an invisible yet known key.
So many years have slipped away
Like bottles messages across the waves
Should I have waited for some shipwrecks too?
Because everything now seems so beautifully empty,
and painted blue.
An old man once asked me
"Son, are you lost in the rain?"
and all I had to say was I wish for his
dreary bones, and his groggy voice
and then be called me a "dumbass"
and told me to stop living in pain.
and here I am with that stranger
and all his thoughts in my pocket
Had I been there just sooner,
I wouldn't have to be
Awakethe depression in my bones has formed grooves in the bonesAwake by ~BlacK-Kat9
that I carry on the spine and feels heavy in the shoulders that I must
force upright; they must present perfect posture for the sunlight children
the tingles and the shivering in the organs are from the malice I don’t cough up
at night while the sleepers are awake when they should be dreaming; the colors of the light, they do not amaze me. they are so dull, and blinding.
the gravity, it has made the feet so heavy; I have back problems like an elder
all while the world spins around and it feels like comatose all over again
you think I would be used to the rotation of money, sex and corruption by now
and the nightmares.
I wish not to speak of them
not even the dead ones would want to hear them.
I am old now and dreary
and the present, is not a gift anymore
instead, the future looks more pleasing and
all the better in the fortune cookie I’m now eating.
the depression in the bones,
and the tingles and the shivering in t
All That Mattersthe beginning: sands are very cruel and dry things; cemented they are to the cold eyes and snarling mouth of the human that smiles freely. Such kindness doesn’t exist on the tongues that speak brevities and malice, even so…why does it hunger for the taste of love? Why does it search for such sweet waters that only those can see?All That Matters by ~BlacK-Kat9
[…the berries you’ve eaten are filled with poisons]
loving you from afar was painful, but holding it in was even worse. And now that we’re together, I will refuse to let go…even if it means that loving you is like a barbed wire while dangling off a cliff, I won’t dare let go.
Morning CoffeeHe only wanted to love the moon againMorning Coffee by ~Khaimin
And have her afterimage swirl around in his mind;
Like sugar, she was sweeter than air,
And he wanted her to be the atmosphere he breathed.
When he reached up in the night he felt oceans
Swell like light into his waiting arms,
And when he let go and fell back to earth
He saw the stars in his morning coffee.
5.04you were a lesson5.04 by ~rachel-rhapsody
in how to hold
the world together
with shaking hands,
and in how to love
through the pain
of a thousand losses
i am tired of pretending that i am okay. i understand every lyric
to the promises that you sung me, and still i can't comprehend
how you'd break them.
i am tired because in every dream, your face is more distorted.
i know soon, that i will forget all together,
and you will become a phantom in the spaces inside of me
that i wish would disappear.
i want to let myself be sad,
but i know that you do not deserve my sadness
so instead i will be tired; suspended
between a state of disbelief and nirvana
but not in the same way
as friday nights, where my bedroom
became the world
and you became the prison
from which i never wanted to escape
and not in the same way
as staring at my wall, listening
to you tell me that it will be okay
and that my prince will soon be my king
you were a lesson
in how to love
and how to forget
yourself in the