What common sense?! We break everything up to love and hate. And I miss him in and out of every dream and he cannot even sit silent, he only screams. For our minds have never been clearer. I could never have anyone dearer.
Than you.
But I was facing the future with my back when I came here. And I stumbled on my heart just to fall right where I needed to be, far away from my past misery.
by James Flames
We are at the end of time. I scarce too many lives, but I don’t want to be a repeat of the fool I was before. The pills don’t work anymore, unexpected things happen and I cannot know the weight of my life until I free myself from all those things. Into the more I am now, I will never go. I have never encountered anything as desirable as you. But I am bound to break my reflection in your mirror. You are the pure elitism of my biggest fears.
by Margarita Georgiadis
selcouth – unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous.
We are here not endlessly but carelessly. It’s all a trapped energy, a secret never known. All my thoughts I tried not to share, you make them come out, but I can’t say that you care. I’ve been in you before.
Outside their frame, is where they concentrate the blame.
But it is never the same, when you know the wheel is not spinning.
It is you that I am calling. I can’t have it all on my own. I need to share – every silence, dream and stare. You cannot be compared to anything that I ever needed to beware. I would give you every piece of my share, just promise me that you will meet me there – where every sound is heard loudly and every word is spoken proudly.
Now that I’ve met my recompense, I am still speaking in past tense. My memory is a clear mess. You taught how to play this chess with broken figures. But it is your tactics that I never figured.
‘Regal Twelve’ by Alexia Sinclair
Just don’t hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me. You left the room with my candles still burning and your thoughts yet mourning. I put on your smell and lit a cigarette. I didn’t want to let us both go to waste. Linger on. Fragments. It was all so so nigh but we played each other goodbye. Rudely honest. Full Moon. Half Life. Sleepless hours. Only lights. There was the kind of shit from our fragmented past that we kept behind our teeth. We guarded it, not to interfere with the totality of our common present.
Richard Avedon, The Comforts
All I ever got was this burning cigarette that is never enough
and those faulty circumstances that are making everything so tough.
source: weheartit ( Taylor Momsen)
She feels so tired, as if she went to the end of her life and got back here. She sits here now, pale face, damaged mind, trying to cancel her life.
Life is what you make it. If you make it a burden then you better get strong so as to be able to carry it.
It never gives you easy answers.
Everything is as ephemeral as a fad.
December 2013
by Margarita Georgiadis
Little mooncalves crawl on the cold, cracked ground. They try to avoid what comes after death.
The rain melts, becomes one with the puddles.
It’s here. It’s right here. The chaos.
We’re howling for light, for salvation. How insane!
We lock ourselves in a dark room. We throw the key through the window and condemn ourselves to eternal waiting. We’re waiting for someone to find that key, to come and save us. And the truth is – no one is bound to do it. There’s no ‘must’ in all this. They’ll just walk, and walk, and walk, and never stop. You’ll start screaming. And no one will hear. Because the window in your room is closed. Why the hell did you lock yourself there?! But when you start smothering in your own air, you’ll open it. And you’ll pray and pray for somebody, anybody to hear the last of you…the very last of your mind…of your sanity.
It’s in human nature, I guess. The need of light, the need to hope. Imagination is everything – creates all that the soul craves for…just because it doesn’t exist…just because it can’t be achieved.
twists + turns 