

When the Ocean met the SkyYou spilled your guts once again, She only decided to mop them aside, With the shoes she could care less for, Rejection, It surges like a thousand needles in every spot you wish never existed, On your body which is cumbersome, Its all just a great escape, A way of disappearing into the dark abyss - With sunglasses on . This mouth will swallow you, Chew you up, Spit you out, But it will never dissolve all of your essence, It remains like the lingering stench of death and decaying carbon, After the massacre to disguise the truth has been issued, &nbsWhen the Ocean met the Sky


Frost bitA man; free from all, Becomes a slave to those uncertain, In the darkest moments, Shrouded like a vestal new-born, A body frozen from fear, with Icicles that form around the brim of consciousness, Thoughts spew from the mind like precious heat, ( wasted energy) Only evaporating into a frozen oblivion, Dissolving into the abyss (but still, we hear their melancholic echoes) Acting as appendages in the jaws of frost-bite , Sacrificial survival mechanisms are the trend in these times Of despair . We just dont want it we NEEFrost bit


Two weeks notice.Its time, Time to bounce, To crawl, I'm not letting this die... And no, its not for you, Its for the hopeless, The slowly fading into the dejected crevices, Finding its glory among discarded crumbs, dead bugs,cob-webs and dusty fridges... No, its glory goes un-sung, Its vestal potential so coldly smothered, Cut up and pulled from its womb before it even got to taste the air, To feel, live, grow, remember and laugh... All those things - were never meant to be. I kept this candle - i still keep this candle, With loving devotion I shielded it from the cold rainyTwo weeks notice.


silence, darkness, the breezeCalloused, the fingers gently laid On the tops of the keys Broken fingertips trembled, Very quickly under the influence - again, The rush announces itself and consumes all thought, It becomes an old friend with a new face, Frail skin tenses, then releases. The world outside fades into an inky veil, Only they know where I am going, Bound and blind-folded, Alittle bruised and banged, Mostly frightened, I'm driven to forlorn reaches, Where all who venture are forgotten. What is there left to do? When there is no redemption, The walls they will have crsilence, darkness, the breeze
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They said "practice makes perfect".... Then they said "Noone's perfect" - so I stopped practicing....
There are so many things boiling in my head at the moment, I think my break has helped me to see things alittle differently this time around - and i very excited to explore that (wont you join me?). lol jk
once again, thank you so much and i look forward to reading up on your faves.
cheers' babe.
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They said "practice makes perfect".... Then they said "Noone's perfect" - so I stopped practicing....
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you MUST keep writing, you are very good!
I will send you some of my fave Bukowski poems within the next few days.....
You live in California??
I was born there, very nice place indeed.
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They said "practice makes perfect".... Then they said "Noone's perfect" - so I stopped practicing....
Just watched a documentary on Bukowski (as I noticed on of your faves), it was so moving to see his brutal truth and tears!
(i will most certainly call you out on that one and use my privileges to their fullest).
Thanx babe, much appreciated.
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