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i've got a funny feeling of change about to happen, watch this space, because i think their could be move & if you want to tag along, let me know -
sleep with the enemy
moments of nightmares & today at work my manager was nice to me, actually nice, appreciating the work i do for him, asking if i wanted a tea or coffee, it felt different & strange, after being mentally trodden down, this new behaviour makes me feel like drowning, an almost 'what where am i?' feeling. today i felt in a dream world as it was, with ( Read more... ) -
the colour of death
people come in after a funeral, black tie & i think of the natural order of life & i think of the times i have planned my own funeral, my own death & how i've wished it upon myself more than anything. i think of laying in hospital, eyes bleeding & thinking this was the end. i wonder why i am still alive when old live-life-to-the-full friends died ( Read more... ) -
all it was, was something beautiful
dreams & faerietales & i keep being told by my manager at work i need to open my eyes to the real world & realise not everybody is nice & i know this, i take things said to me with a pinch of salt, the people i serve at work are disgusting, & i really wouldn't want them as friends, but do i really need to become cynical & angry to be respected by ( Read more... ) -
the story teller
if i'm on fire they dance around it
and cook marshmellows
and if i'm ice
they simply skate on me
in little ballet costumes
i want to write this feeling down, or draw it out, or photograph it; but then i feel like that would make the whole thing seem impure & artificial. i decide it will only cheapen the feeling.
( the once was a town where it was all grey & it only ever rained ) -
your mother should of swallowed
floating through my fantasies, half awake, half asleep, drowzy eyes i struggle to keep open, the twilight zone is safer than the reality & nicer than the dream world. asking whats wrong? don't you read these things & take note? obviously i am doing something wrong again & again ( Read more... ) -
like a drug//lift me up to the stars
all it was was something beautiful
when tides and dreams dont seem so tall at all
its me against the world still Im losing ground
Id kill to taste what it must be like
cause its every one of my empty parts
that you fill now she cuts out the rainbow strawberry laces trying up the chasms & replaces with them with boring black stitches that tear ( Read more... ) -
archetype____ where did you fit in?
i make a cup of tea tomorrow i that i drank yesterday & that is how things slip & slide along these days, time has no definative line & moves around & around, a swirling biting thing i have no control over. the past i wrote in the sand gets re-written over & over, i think, how can this be when the wind should blow them away ( Read more... )