I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul”
— Radiohead, Creep
All I see when I look out onto the world is a vast expanse of destruction.”
“Your heart is cold. That’s why you keep coming back here. You’re not free. You need this place to feel alive. It’s pathetic.”
(via lunarwounds)
sweet. terrible. things.
Sure, it’s obvious
after all the years of hatred and
side-splitting
abuse
The grin of which,
still has not left me.
i am happily dysfunctional
of course i could suggest that maybe
you
could have been a bit crueler to me
so that i could have not survived at all.
That would have been
the
humane thing to do.
i wouldn’t dare suggest that you not harm me
i’m too broken to suggest niceness
besides,
that would have ruined all the fun you had at my expense
all of those:
sweet, terrible, things.
next time,
really do tare into whomever it is
just really destroy their soul
search out all those hidden crevices in their heart
and destroy it all
it is truly the humane thing to do.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free ——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.”
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
(Source: americanpoems.com)
Sorry
I haven’t been doing poems
I’m going to do more poems
does this count as a poem?
The Return of The Boombox <GHETTOBLASTER>
By Lansonic
Aquí una muestra de Clásicos, Edición Limitada y algunas intervenciones de la versión Digital del Ultra Famoso GHETTOBLASTER!
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Here is a sample of Classics, Limited Edition and some interventions of the Digital version Ultra Famous Boombox GHETTOBLASTER!
i’ve been forgetting to write
but this counts as a poem.
i mean it’s art so it’s whatever i want it to be.
yeah that’s right this counts. but i do totally owe you more poems.
Idaho
don’t you touch me no more.
i want your hands off of me
but i can feel them
I always feel them
love cannot touch me
with your scent upon me
i cant even love myself
I try to cut you away
but you’ve seeped into my very being
steeped yourself in my soul
i don’t dare look in the mirror no more
i see you staring back at me
I see your eyes upon my face
And your smile on my mouth
