Oct
21
2014

Disaster
I don’t know who am I and I have too many thoughts running through my head, too many things locked away in a chest and I think the only thing which calms me down is the fact that I don’t think she knows either. Looking back I wonder how long have I been hiding this from myself, not knowing who am I, all thoughts bundled up and trying different things from chugging a bottle of booze gotten at a party and sitting close pointing at all the couples and wondering what is supposed to be attractive in boys.

I think I was the one who flung faster away than she did, she still tried, yet I was the first one to dip in the pool, everyone watching that someone older than anyone they had ever held hands with was with me instead of me just doodling and laughing with Marina sitting side by side and sometimes wearing matching shirts without knowing it.
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Disaster

I don’t know who am I and I have too many thoughts running through my head, too many things locked away in a chest and I think the only thing which calms me down is the fact that I don’t think she knows either. Looking back I wonder how long have I been hiding this from myself, not knowing who am I, all thoughts bundled up and trying different things from chugging a bottle of booze gotten at a party and sitting close pointing at all the couples and wondering what is supposed to be attractive in boys.


I think I was the one who flung faster away than she did, she still tried, yet I was the first one to dip in the pool, everyone watching that someone older than anyone they had ever held hands with was with me instead of me just doodling and laughing with Marina sitting side by side and sometimes wearing matching shirts without knowing it.

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Oct
21
2014

Blue/Jacket 7
Sometimes art doesn’t have to paid, and to be honest it shouldn’t. I had gone to Spain this year and I was refused a student price because I wasn’t enrolled and that ticketed the fuck out of me, because I didn’t want to go on saying that I didn’t want to enroll somewhere where my name would never be respected and not wearing a binder made my own argument even more invalid. 

And people pay for art.

I get paid for art, I get paid to photoshop a few things and I roll around in my chair, listening how I’m wasting my life as if I were the drying oil on the canvas behind me, the one which you want won’t sell because it shouldn’t really sell.
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Blue/Jacket 7

Sometimes art doesn’t have to paid, and to be honest it shouldn’t. I had gone to Spain this year and I was refused a student price because I wasn’t enrolled and that ticketed the fuck out of me, because I didn’t want to go on saying that I didn’t want to enroll somewhere where my name would never be respected and not wearing a binder made my own argument even more invalid. 


And people pay for art.


I get paid for art, I get paid to photoshop a few things and I roll around in my chair, listening how I’m wasting my life as if I were the drying oil on the canvas behind me, the one which you want won’t sell because it shouldn’t really sell.

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Oct
21
2014

Loose Sincere
“How’s Scarlet? Henry?” She asks, as if a small cue for me to stay and I keep my hands in my pocket and we were never picturesque for either of us, it felt as if we were too well painted or too cracked but something would keep us going and it’s funny to say that if there were only one name upon a person’s lip or even an order of hierarchy she would be there, maybe because I’d stick myself with her, until my mind wouldn’t hold, but there would never be hesitation to ever leave her until it was said.

It was always her who would break it off, so if she were to initiate, it would always be her.

I watch her.

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Loose Sincere

“How’s Scarlet? Henry?” She asks, as if a small cue for me to stay and I keep my hands in my pocket and we were never picturesque for either of us, it felt as if we were too well painted or too cracked but something would keep us going and it’s funny to say that if there were only one name upon a person’s lip or even an order of hierarchy she would be there, maybe because I’d stick myself with her, until my mind wouldn’t hold, but there would never be hesitation to ever leave her until it was said.


It was always her who would break it off, so if she were to initiate, it would always be her.


I watch her.


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Oct
21
2014

Close 7
I always wondered what was it inside that would cause someone to kill anyone and how would the hand not even tremble, how come Kate could do that when I had too many thoughts in my head of cutting someone’s life off and ruining someone’s fate and lover? I wouldn’t want to get killed, while robbing was a different story, Jamie just said that it started off as need and then progressed, the style a bit too glamorous and the fact that nothing could be done when you were in exile in society, when all the votes were against you and he still remained quiet on too many things, like why he had left home and even on Kate he still seemed silent. 

And we head out, a suitcase with gathered things with Jamie, as he carries it and he has a different coat, a plaid one and quickly glances at me as we head to the train station. He tells me we will have to come back tomorrow as well, he studies the schedule, asks for the tickets and I wonder far too much, as I watch him walk around the station and throw a bottle of water from Boots. 
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Close 7

I always wondered what was it inside that would cause someone to kill anyone and how would the hand not even tremble, how come Kate could do that when I had too many thoughts in my head of cutting someone’s life off and ruining someone’s fate and lover? I wouldn’t want to get killed, while robbing was a different story, Jamie just said that it started off as need and then progressed, the style a bit too glamorous and the fact that nothing could be done when you were in exile in society, when all the votes were against you and he still remained quiet on too many things, like why he had left home and even on Kate he still seemed silent. 


And we head out, a suitcase with gathered things with Jamie, as he carries it and he has a different coat, a plaid one and quickly glances at me as we head to the train station. He tells me we will have to come back tomorrow as well, he studies the schedule, asks for the tickets and I wonder far too much, as I watch him walk around the station and throw a bottle of water from Boots. 

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Oct
21
2014

get down on your knees in the tunnel of love 2
I don’t think the image of someone sexually dominant should be a woman or a man for that matter, it shouldn’t be someone with a thin waist or tits popping out or someone who is as skinny as a twig, I don’t think it should even be gender,

I stare at him,

he haunts me, not in my dreams, in my reality, his nails tracing my lips, pulling them, eyes nearly closed, resembling the ghost of an angel, his face not spoilt with the hatred I’ve given him in the bouquet of my poisoned love, but something else-

he’s spoilt with my own desire,

that I go through his mind, knowing that I’ll never be his best shag. I won’t ever even cross his mind again after putting the last nail in the coffin, which he stands besides me as I do so. It’s all metaphorical, sex, because no matter how bad our relationship was, we’d still fuck, heads leaned down, always giving us the simplest film of closure and erasure of memories and thoughts. 
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get down on your knees in the tunnel of love 2

I don’t think the image of someone sexually dominant should be a woman or a man for that matter, it shouldn’t be someone with a thin waist or tits popping out or someone who is as skinny as a twig, I don’t think it should even be gender,


I stare at him,


he haunts me, not in my dreams, in my reality, his nails tracing my lips, pulling them, eyes nearly closed, resembling the ghost of an angel, his face not spoilt with the hatred I’ve given him in the bouquet of my poisoned love, but something else-


he’s spoilt with my own desire,


that I go through his mind, knowing that I’ll never be his best shag. I won’t ever even cross his mind again after putting the last nail in the coffin, which he stands besides me as I do so. It’s all metaphorical, sex, because no matter how bad our relationship was, we’d still fuck, heads leaned down, always giving us the simplest film of closure and erasure of memories and thoughts. 

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Oct
21
2014

National Anthem
“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”

My insides had done a somersault as Jack had smirked and leaned down and captured my lips, my whole body getting electrocuted and lifted, as I just grab hold of him pushing him against me, clutching his jacket, teeth, tongue, lips and now he lowers his head as I expose my neck and he sucks on it harshly and I moan. Fuck.

Images flash in my head, but I’ll try to fucking keep it in my pants, sometimes it’s hard to keep accounts of everything. 
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National Anthem

“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”


My insides had done a somersault as Jack had smirked and leaned down and captured my lips, my whole body getting electrocuted and lifted, as I just grab hold of him pushing him against me, clutching his jacket, teeth, tongue, lips and now he lowers his head as I expose my neck and he sucks on it harshly and I moan. Fuck.


Images flash in my head, but I’ll try to fucking keep it in my pants, sometimes it’s hard to keep accounts of everything. 

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Oct
21
2014

Loose Sincere
She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me

I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it

And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 

I wonder if any of us are unlit matches
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Loose Sincere

She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me


I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it


And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 


I wonder if any of us are unlit matches

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Oct
21
2014

No. 1 Party Anthem 2
“Holy shit.” Jamie says, cigarette in mouth, blowing the smoke out, looking at Alex. “Can I fuck you?”

Alex widens his eyes. I break out in a smirk, but I quickly flip Jamie off.

“I get it, Hince, we’re leaving.” I mutter, as I poke Alex on his shoulder so that he faces me and I just feel my blood go up a bit to stroke my cheeks as I look into his deep dark eyes. I see Jamie smile at me sadly from the corner of his eyes and I just step back from Alex, making my way into the small kitchen, observing Alex left in the corridor. The flat is far too small, living room divided by the pans and shelves to make a kitchen. But then sometimes you don’t choose the best alone and sometimes the best isn’t given and you wonder if the thirties will hold a better salary as promised. I hear Alex introduce himself anyway, as Jamie just mutters his name, as I see him still interested in Alex, but his desire getting toned down, his thought most likely already poisoned by Brian as usual. I bring all of us tea, as I sit down next to Jamie, facing Alex as I quickly ruffle through Jamie’s hair as he doesn’t even groan much, nearly picking up the mug.
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No. 1 Party Anthem 2

“Holy shit.” Jamie says, cigarette in mouth, blowing the smoke out, looking at Alex. “Can I fuck you?”


Alex widens his eyes. I break out in a smirk, but I quickly flip Jamie off.


“I get it, Hince, we’re leaving.” I mutter, as I poke Alex on his shoulder so that he faces me and I just feel my blood go up a bit to stroke my cheeks as I look into his deep dark eyes. I see Jamie smile at me sadly from the corner of his eyes and I just step back from Alex, making my way into the small kitchen, observing Alex left in the corridor. The flat is far too small, living room divided by the pans and shelves to make a kitchen. But then sometimes you don’t choose the best alone and sometimes the best isn’t given and you wonder if the thirties will hold a better salary as promised. I hear Alex introduce himself anyway, as Jamie just mutters his name, as I see him still interested in Alex, but his desire getting toned down, his thought most likely already poisoned by Brian as usual. I bring all of us tea, as I sit down next to Jamie, facing Alex as I quickly ruffle through Jamie’s hair as he doesn’t even groan much, nearly picking up the mug.

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Oct
21
2014

totalitarian woolen hounds
“James?” I just hastily nod at the new face. Suicide and depression aren’t connected yet you still commit suicide, don’t you? I make sure my hand is behind me and I get the hair out of my eyes and I just stare at him, as he seems to be looking at from head to toe specifically at my bright green sweater which I made sure had no wool in and it still puzzles me how it gives any warmth. My docs are kicked off and he hastily tries to make a move towards me on the mattress and blinks a few times, confused at the cut off heels. I thought they were too chunky. 

“Jamie.” I stretch the suicidal hand and he nods, his hair, at least the longer ones are tucked behind his ears and he himself is wearing an ugly sweater, only woolen and he smiles at me before accepting my hand. 

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totalitarian woolen hounds

“James?” I just hastily nod at the new face. Suicide and depression aren’t connected yet you still commit suicide, don’t you? I make sure my hand is behind me and I get the hair out of my eyes and I just stare at him, as he seems to be looking at from head to toe specifically at my bright green sweater which I made sure had no wool in and it still puzzles me how it gives any warmth. My docs are kicked off and he hastily tries to make a move towards me on the mattress and blinks a few times, confused at the cut off heels. I thought they were too chunky. 

“Jamie.” I stretch the suicidal hand and he nods, his hair, at least the longer ones are tucked behind his ears and he himself is wearing an ugly sweater, only woolen and he smiles at me before accepting my hand. 

Oct
21
2014

National Anthem
One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 

He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 
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National Anthem

One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 


He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 

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