April 2011
153 posts
Let us call this unknown something: God. It is nothing more than a name we...
– Soren Kierkegaard
People who call me odd don’t know what it’s like to not be able to fit into anything.
of love and summer
We share the same room under the endless thousand starlight that filters through the summer sky. Strands of black hair tickles my bare shoulders as she sways to the sound of the ukulele floating in through the open window. It’s almost midnight but she doesn’t sleep. She can’t sleep afraid that in the dead of the night a spectre riding on the northern breeze will come and steal her soul away. She...
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She never told me her name was fate
I call her and she starts to cry. I can’t take it. I’ve had enough of her telling me that nothing will change so I write about things that are numb. I don’t feel a single thing when I kiss her. And I feel nothing when she tells me she loves me. But still I stay. I watch her as she sleeps. I watch her shovel food into her mouth. I watch the sweat drip from her as she struggles through her daily...
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How did we get here?
My latest contribution to Vibewire, a poem on sleeping together.
An oak tree grows next to my house We relax in the shade beneath the branches My contribution consists of alcohol I dream of a number between one and ten Did someone call for my keys? The rabbit burrowed underneath the blanket Do you have any Mexicans in your apples? There’s no time for squirrels in the park He likes to bloom in...
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Lights and stars is all intertwined
And I’m feeling like Malcolm looking...
– I don’t wanna care right now, Lupe Fiasco
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of letting go
I’m scared of dreaming for fear of being woken up abruptly by the footsteps of the warden.
That’s enough dreaming.
How many dreams are we allowed?
I want to do everything so I can show my mum that it’s okay to collect as many dreams as you can.
That having dreams doesn’t mean I won’t succeed.
I want to let go and dream the night away.
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I don’t love you
I don’t need you
I don’t want you
You mean nothing to me.
I wish you were never born.
Everyday that you’re alive makes me want to kill myself.
I regret the day that I ever told you I love you.
pushthemovement asked: Ahh no! it was a joke, I'm not a girl haha...<3
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One day you’ll get there and I won’t be…
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of repairing broken bridges
I had this bestfriend. He was the most awesomest bestfriend ever. He was always there for me, with comforting words, with the right advice, with a shoulder to cry on. And one day I fell in love with his bestfriend. At first, nothing changed, things were twice as awesome. I gained another bestfriend. That’s what it feels like when you fall in love.
But things never stay as awesome. We spent...
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of being the crazy cat lady but with Alice in...
Borders is having a closing down sale. Everything is thirty percent off. It’s a sad day in the Hawk’s Nest. A day full of sorrow that someone has already bought all the Alice in wonderland books at Borders Parramatta. Somewhere out there. Someone has my books. They’re holding it, caressing it, being alone with it. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I am burning....
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I wanna fall in love with a stranger. And just before he tells me his name, a...
‘you know how you can have respect for boobs?’ @RashidaYosufzai respects Miranda kerr’s boobs.
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#saveourtuna http://www.greenpeace.org/australia/issues/overfishing/our-work/save-our-tuna
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of being afraid
that you and I will never meet.
I will never fall asleep on your side of the bed
Or finish your dessert after I tell you that I’m full.
I will never fall asleep listening to you talk
Or take a rest from the bike ride I forced you to take.
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
I will never call you a liar when you don’t keep a promise
Or tell you that...
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Mood-of-Monk →
Music writing at its most poetic. A must read for lovers of poetry and music.
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How did we get here?
An oak tree grows next to my house
We relaxed in the shade beneath the branches
My contribution consists of alcohol
I dream of a number between one and ten
Did someone call for my keys?
The rabbit burrowed underneath the blanket
Do you have any Mexicans in your apples?
There is a little bit of pepper on the ground
There is no time for squirrels in the park
He likes to bloom in the afternoon
This...
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