They say that when a thorn pierces your skin it then slowly makes its way up into your bloodstream, and through your bloodstream to pierce your heart. With the number of brambles around me, how romantic it would have been to pretend to be Briar Rose, but once upon a time I had to settle on the nettle to not need to bleed. There was just enough ( Read more... )

Tin Tan Ten there’s a big yellow spider outside my window that’s killed a ladybird which reminds me in the house of masks and caramel lines on foil there are many, many ladybirds which must be a sign of good luck of sorts for a honeycomb girl. The other week I noticed my yellow spider had perfectly encased a wasp in her web and I was discussing ( Read more... )

Just as I was drifting off ironically i get called by a girl called dream who reveals another living nightmare. And here I am in my juvenile angst of frustrations wondering when I can't handle shreds of pain how would I able to handle the hands of a loved one, and bear bruises not caused by myself. My heart cannot even know how to handle harsh ( Read more... )

is he a lyin', a lie in, a line, a lion? somebody told she about we about you about he that there was some kind of tangle with lioness even though he said he never had a thing for blondes. words can always be pretty slippery if it comes to sliding by an ice queen, texting sheen, silly pin cushion girlie's spleen. what would you do? voodoo, girl ( Read more... )

He speaks of windows and mirrors and sighs. But this evening bears a trail of poppies trip over smoke looking for a reflection in a tin foil mirror hoping to be a window of some sort . Today at the train station I sidestepped a dead bumblebee and a dead wasp laying on the stairs only this time I did not pick them up as I usually do, but I saw them ( Read more... )

How do you drown a pebble with a raindrop, unless the raindrop is heavy, pregnant with molasses, prickly with nettles and sharp as a sour blackberry picked impatiently after the summer sun. So there was this pebble, and this raindrop upon landing turned to a puddle and on the puddle a boat and there dem dere you see he rowin, rowin rowin ( Read more... )

So I wrote most of this before Easter, pre-paracetamol before the bluebell dreams and between the bathroom screams. And now it seems that all the bad coincidences were just prophetic; in the rebellion against destiny and resurrection, on an empty stomach filled with a handful of strawberries at sunrise and four and a half pints of beer at sunset, ( Read more... )

i had to promise my flatmate yesterday I would go to the doctor first thing this morning so I did. there's not many promises I can make to myself, but any promise to anyone is not broken. never been unfaithful never could be. anyway, so now even more drugs. all this mixing is not good. I tried to get alcohol the other day to knock me to sleep and ( Read more... )

e.g. for example. exemplia gratia.

E.G. Ecbolic Garden

no one asks for mountains to be moved, just a little faith and kindness will do. is offering peace so irritating that even reconciliation looks like rants? example: the day the metals shoved into me this year and I had to hug imaginary giant bunnies, love was not there. so of course I can do ( Read more... )

it snowed ever so slightly on the way to school today, just when all the bumblebees had woken up last week to tease the blossoms open and flirt with them.  oh well. this weekend had one too many oysters I think- had 'em raw for the first time and well- now my tummy is wondering if it was all worth it the way it's feeling now. Had a craving for them ( Read more... )