chronic nightmares

By Unknown 08:42

I am a dreamer, but not the kind you're thinking of. These dreams do not chase the infinite charms of the universe, they do not seek to uncover more splendour beyond our vision although they exceed the realities

Stones, sticks and words that spit.

By Unknown 19:03

They threw old stones at my skin but old stones did not hurt me. They scraped me, igniting like a flint. They threw sticks at my red skin but sticks did not hurt me. They danced like children

'The problem with learning the truth about things is that you lose the confidence that comes from being dumb.'

By Unknown 15:31

You tell me you'd like to see me again,  what you'd like isn't my concern, I'm not an old friend You know not this person, though she looks like me, the young girl you reminisce could no longer be 

AURIBUS TENEO LUPUM

By Unknown 18:11

I heard foreign thoughts spoken by an inner voice I no longer recognised. The paranoia began engulfing me like a pathogen, consuming me rapid and completely the way he once had. I have tried flicking through the pages

NEVER

By Unknown 06:32

Her eyelashes flicker like the broken bulb above, As she lies through the grit of her teeth Of the places she's been, and things she has seen, Of which we will never know. She howls at the moon

SYNCHRONICITY

By Unknown 16:24

What a beautiful truth it is that the lips that compose such beautiful words, to express his beautiful mind, crave mine. That he chooses to share the tools of his creations with me. And when we kiss, I

DROWNING IN HIM

By Unknown 15:14

My limbs latch to his frame a little longer than I know they ought to, clinging to his hinges for I have broken from mine.And I search for a soul within those blue pools searching back at me