i can hear my grandfather whistling
through the window and it replaces the sun
i’ve blocked out with these curtainsmy hands are soft in all the wrong places
when i say “i love you”dumb dumb dumb dumb
wash me down the garbage disposal
send me to the sewer
shoot me into the sun
turn me into dust and remember me
on late sunday afternoons w/your curtains
drawnand when you clean your cabinets
or run your fingers down the surfaces
of old photographsi’m dumb
big dumb idiot
weird adult-child boygirl thing
falling out of its skin
wanting to love and make love to
everything with alternating
intensityi believe in love
i believe in myself
the way you watch a movie
you’ve already seen before
and know exactly how it ends
but still hold out some strange
sense of hope that the main character
might turn down that hallway instead of that hallway
or say the right thing to the right personbut they never do
and i am dumb and i am dust
Moving
Hold tight
My angel
Don’t release
Your grip, grip hard
Hold tight
If we fall
We fall from grace
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via ringnail)
Beauty transient
Through the dark
In the night
Kissed by moonlight
Soft lavender hues
Mock distance
With glorious ardour
In the distance
The strings leap
Ebbing and flowing
Like your hair
Caught on the wind
Web of love
Hearts caught
Forever mine
Forever and ever
Reality is a thin veil covering but not entirely obscuring Truth… Gossamer Veil is: Sam Emm-Vocals, lyrics Looking for guitar, bass, drums…
It’s here again
My silent friend
When all my hopes and dreams flush away
Away
Yesterday seemed so great
Funny how fast things can change
One minute my dreams are coming true
The next minute- they’re not
But I had to make myself cry
I had to remind myself of the appropriate human response
What does that say about me?
Now I don’t care
I don’t know how I feel
I don’t actually know how I feel
“How do you feel?”-I don’t know
The solitude breaks down my door
The solitude pulls me to the floor
At least I’m not alone again
Growth rings on a tree stump at the #naturalhistorymuseum #picoftheday #nofilter #beauty
I gave my heart and I gave my soul
Just for a taste of feeling whole
And now I know
We’re never as alone as we feel
Making history.
I can feel it approaching
Coming up close
Creeping silently
Touching me scratching me
With scarlet fingertips
It hurts inside
And I don’t know why
I turn into myself
As I turn in to something else
I’m wading through myself again
And it disgusts me
repeatedly pressing the button
for the lift
come down
tap tap
come up for me, come
again at the train doors
doorbells ignored
and faces deadpan
tap tapno-one comes any sooner
text text
txt tx
tapping touching
in to touchscreen
feeling stray hand
in the nightpop pop
another bottle
another button
as boring as nudity
and as fully clothed as boredom
I’m something else
And I’m starting to be ok with that
I’m not me
I’m not here
I’m not you
I’m something else
And what that means
Is as uncertain as the sea
You see I’m beloved and I’m evil
And I’m a dirty dirty boy
But I have a capacity to love
Which frightens me to the point of nausea
I love you all
And I bruise so easily
Inside
I am alive
Are you alive
Inside?
nostalgia is a marketing gimmick
and poetry is a scam, but
i believe in love or something
and i believe in finding it
even through false reminiscing
and trite phrasings
because love can make up for
all of that ugly shit
