Things you should never feed me
Tequila and redheads
Tequila or redheads
Tequila
Redheads
And
Or
#Never Ever
Poetry Drafts
I suck ; always
I suck on my fingers
Salty – from peanuts; salted n toasted
You stare; ?; !; โก;
I have my doubts, you play me
always
Frown.
Can I ask how I am doing ?
j’sais pas
Bewildered by the mysteries of tmblr
Her short skirt
Red lips
Hips
(I sometimes dream of rosehip drink)
Cloudless skies
(a life under a sun never setting)
A Jail, Yale ; the eyebrows and her
gray tank top
My second violin playing her
First fiddle and our symphony
a frown
b.l.i.n.d
In the eye of Shai’tan
My minor misdemeanor is
As devoid of the embrace as
Counting the raindrops
Not falling – on my cheeks
In the eye of Shai’tan
Your minor mindemeanor is
As obvious as
1
2
3
I’m not counting
There is no need
RUN
I did a runner
Left them all behind
I did a runner
No apology to be found
I did a runner
Icicles waving
Unshaven faces
Trembling legs of
Precipitation
Frowning
Light Stalking
Light stalking; balaclava covering his
face – the filthy whore no longer
begging for
more… Solitude, silence,
screaming whore
Doctor’s order; slowly, slow, low
Left at the altar
She never forgave
The fcuking whore
stalked
no more
The realisation that sleep can be an adaptive process made him confident enough to relinquish the decision as to when to sleep to the body rather than the mind. He would stay awake until the body shut down by its own device. No harness required, most likely
The Explicit Insights of a Tormented Soul (via circle-no-10)