Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

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Broken people

A broken person bleeds poetry from the cracks and jagged pieces strewn across the ground. Pick them up, look at them, take in their individual beauty, know that they will never be reassembled, and use them to create a collage of love and bliss.   I wrote this to a sweet poet princess once. I... Continue Reading →

Two Days of Thoughts That I Tried to Arrange in Some Haphazard Fashion Into a Post That Anyone, Including Me, Would Be Interested In Reading. It’s Quite Existential, Actually. (Also, sometimes my titles aren’t as witty as I plan.)

Tuesday It doesn't actually matter, does it? In the grand scheme of schemes...I mean grands...I mean things. Right? It doesn't matter if today I feel a bit of shittiness having a whale of a time in my stomach and head, does it? Because tomorrow I may not feel this way. Or maybe I will. But... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, things do change

In December, I wrote a post called Ineffable¬†. This was not the first of its type, but it was the first¬† on THIS blog. I loved writing my Ineffable posts because it was my way of releasing my tendencies towards insanity and I would enjoy that so much. It was sweet release. But that particular... Continue Reading →

Debauching and Ravishing My Thoughts

Blank and white and bare. Pavements under foot and understood. Harpies fleeing from the phoenix's burning stare rampant with lascivious, lustful thoughts purged through the infinite writing of its wings upon the frosty spectrum of the firmament. Attempts at peace and placation and a brainial vacation (or holiday being the absolute notion) climbs fraught with... Continue Reading →

Light as a Feather

Peace I need it Crave it so. My labyrinthine Neuropaths Started to slow My weak seratonin Has emptied my brain, And this line will most likely end with some Rain     Quiet I desire it To fill me Sedate me. And all of my tears Through the years They berate me.   Sweetness Tranquility... Continue Reading →

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