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when the world endsWhen the world ends I'll be the one dancing on rusted cars and dusty cobblestones waiting for my ancient bones to carry me home to you.when the world ends
You'll see me after dusk with my hackles up you'll see me in the morning with my eyelids shut I'll be a joyful cub I'll be a rolling stone I will never look back no matter how far gone no matter how far gone from the smoking hills I will wander in the desert for what must feel like forty years and I'll be black as sin underneath the expanding sun. I will sing and my voice will jar you to yo
by ~staxu
Matter scaleRemember for a moment that you are molecular, at war with yourself and things inside your self.Matter scale
Then ponder universally, where numbers become speculative, and realize that it is all a matter of scale, that we live and die in small, sad ways.
by ~staxu
The Meager pt. the EndI shed myself of the meager ignoring burning, defiant glances, head held low, shoulders slumped. My booted feet crush brittle grasses and grind shards of glass over concrete forming tiny crystals.The Meager pt. the End
The meager hone stolen machetes, carving runes of power into their flesh; they are tribal now, their ugliness beautiful, like butterflies emerging wet-winged and flightless from cocoons. They have outgrown me as saplings outgrow the seed; I am just a shell in the dirt.
by ~staxu
Brutality of mansin slamming fist into wall laughing madly dying with a facemask, dreading tomorrow will never come, hoping for flight and wasting all hours spinning useless wheels, synapses are firing machine guns; no one is home, eating the meager by the mouthful drowning on words, asphyxiation comatose tomorrows, endless winter sorrows, solace in a question no answer -- there is no one home, slamming fist into wall asphyxiation -- breaking everything of value laughing madly trailing sighs and sorrows, there is no end there is nothing &nbsBrutality of man
by ~staxu
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I've never strangled a cat.I've never strangled a cat in my perfect little life. But we both know-- And we all talk shit out our eyes-- what the truth is. And the truth is, I have strangled a cat.I've never strangled a cat.
by ~007-Felix-Forever
A dreamer to wakeWhat is love? It's been asked too many times before. Old and withered, a question is like its maker. He waits between time and space for one, caring and understanding, to answer. It is the very way clocks turn and feathers fall, like anything else--instinct.A dreamer to wake
Or perhaps it is a dream waiting for its dreamer to awake hoping to live in the realm of real, in vain and pain. Your taut skin repulses me; it is so new and different, and what I do not understand I do not chase down. Love is, again, without hope.
Clocks will continue
by ~Felix-Forever
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- Favourite band or musician: All sorts of stuff. Bright Eyes.
- Favourite artist: Pana
- Favourite poet or writer: Felix in ten years or so.
- Personal Quote: I'm not even real, but neither are you, and apparitons have to stick together.
- AIM: Staxu
- MSN: StaxuAralar@hotmail.com
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