December 2010
34 posts
A Curious Kind of Anger
In my life away from Tumblr, when I actually have to talk to people who aren’t as wonderful as you lot, I am a counsellor more often than I want, or feel that I am qualified, to be. People come to me with their problems and desperately emotional responses, and as always in these things, the best advice is usually “keep hold of a sense of perspective.” However, for some people,...
Just a thought...
In today’s society, Jesus would probably have been declared a manic depressive who had a compulsion to commit suicide in public, so provoked the authorities until they killed him in such a manner.
We shared a piece of midnight; A wildness, a quiet thoroughness. Our minds as entwined as our hands. And I asked her, in lieu of complicated embarrassment. “What is the sound of love?”
And with a slight smile, She replied, “Listen.”
Here in merry old England, we've just ticked over...
thesleepingvenus asked: If you are anywhere near san francisco, come and get 'em. Fresh out 'teh oven.
Wonderfully vegan as well. :)
Wonderfully vegan as well. :)
Thoughts on Books
So, books. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get to here. Probably because this blog is filled with my abstract musings about crap. But, for once, this is going to be a completely and utterly positive post. Well… maybe.
Books, for me, have been salvation. I’ve read more than I could care to remember. Before I went to university, I gave away well over 200, and STILL...
I am a ruin, worn away by past decadence and gnawing problems. I am a shell; fired, empty, hollow.
A Love Story
The girl stands, skirts rustling in the wind, Hand outstretched; grasping at simplicity. Searching for the lies that fly, Unbound by reality, And twist at her mind.
Her hair flies free; Coursing strands crack the air. And the tears running down her face, Are snatched from her cheeks by icy hands. By a whirling maelstrom of lies.
And she slumps; Delicate legs fold beneath her pale weight. She...
I hate other people.
Today
Today, my counsellor asked me a question:
‘Chris, do you think you’re hiding behind prose? Behind beautiful language?’
I looked straight into his eyes, and didn’t know what to say. We sat there, drinking in silence. I don’t know how long for. And, eventually, words tripped from my tongue.
‘Whatever my soul is, it’s a poet. It’s been beaten into...
The rock stands before me; Marred, pitted, A beaten lump of defeated stone. The chisel falls from my hand, And lands in a cloud of dust; Broken, bitter, edge-down. A murder weapon. An emissary of change.
I fall to my knees, Unbelieving understanding unwinds; Intricacies will never be mine.
And before me, looms the statue; Muscle-bound, taut, ready to leap. A dark, tainted, mirror. Whose face is...
It's 5.28am. Sleep is for weaklings.
Throwback Thursday: Lost in Colour
Lightning breaks across the pillared clouds, A scream of light, smashing the darkness. Sudden silence, in turn broken; Thunder bleeds into the sky. I’m lost, swirling, storm-tossed. Every sight a sound, And every sound a colour. I’m lost in colour. And I cry adamantine tears, That fall like pebbles. To break on the stony shores of reality, For who would not weep, at such majesty? I can...
briana-andthejets-deactivated20 asked: Okay. How about this. Since it's my birthday AND Christmas season, I get a lap-dance and a happy ending. Then, for Christmas, you get to choose between the two :)
briana-andthejets-deactivated20 asked: Ooh. Don't I feel special :) When's your birthday?
briana-andthejets-deactivated20 asked: You know who's sexy? My tumblr husband. He takes takes the phrase "bow chicka wow wow" to a whole new level ;) My birthday's coming up on the 23rd. You should come strip for me. I have tip money :)
That awkward moment between your birth and your...
On Nights Like This
On nights like this, I feel as bottomless as the depths of the sea, And just as cold.
On nights like this, I am small. On nights like this, I stare at a packet of cigarettes with longing.
On nights like this, Loneliness defines me.
On nights like this, My emotions withdraw like burned fingers; Cold can occasionally feel like fire.
On nights like this, My mind grasps hold of my life; And...
Do not pity me, Or look on my life with scorn. Think instead, of a wasted existence, Of possibility, potentiality, Turned to dust, Beneath the magnifying glass of the gods.
Do not think of me as a shell; An object of interest. Take me, instead, as a lesson. A warning from history, Of the breaking point of the universe. I am the black that lies in the dark, I am a bent, struggling, figure. But,...
briana-andthejets-deactivated20 asked: Haha! I like how you said "half gay" lol. And where have you been, husband? I haven't talked to you in forever. I might have to cheat if you don't start giving me a little more attention ;P
mybongsasgoodasmyfigure-deactiv asked: you should submit some of your poetry to goodpoetry.tumblr.com
I shall strike you, my despair, into the hazard!...
marshmelan:
Led Zeppelin: Misty Mountain Hop
November 2010
59 posts
Morbidity; my fascination, my curse.
Silent, drooping flowers hang from my windowsill, Blacker than the instant before the dawn. Sleeping quietly, patiently, For sunlight, that for them, Never comes.
The spider sits, waiting, Its life stranded out beside it. Its home, in the end, Became its tomb.
I lie quiescent, board-like. A grin pasted on my face, Rigid, unmoving. And as the cold light of dawn reaches my eyes, They are dull;...