this guy, whoaa, this guythere is not much one can to do avoid being entertained by this writing. It's intense and raw, beyond most of what i've read. Narratives seem like they've been conceived half-stoned and the language is delightfully unique, cheeky and dismissive. Underneath all of this flippant apathy, however is a rich undertone of despair that gives great depth and flavour. Read now
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SeasickBoy ohSeasick
boy you destroy me.
Even as I squint you out, you bear
no tint or uncertain shade, just the undeniable colour
of the sea, the same Captain Hook
buccaneering through relentless
Tinker Bell magic. This time
there are prisoners, and he leaves them blindfolded at the surface of the sea, clown sharks circling at the breath
of their toes. There is no second thought.
Little time
is left to capture the
new Peter Pan before he
learns the meaning
of being lost
and found. The Captain’
by ~wwhale
ShrapnelCool black splinters, too deep to track, crowded by thick, warm flesh.Shrapnel
Through circular fingerprints you have threaded, escaping the silky hollows that still wait to be antiquated and regarded with sorrow,
closer than safety,
fiery ice.
I follow the mere shrapnel of you, unfolded, soft to your cool,
to dark needles and
the clashing grey hooks
you sigh
and send through
the skin of my bones.
To you
I send worms, those that
burrow into the roots,
blood sweet marrow, unscathed and
by ~wwhale
Boys Don't CryFrom your tear ducts, anBoys Don't Cry
abseiling spiderling, the strong new limb,
deep abdomen braiding
from frozen lake to squalid witness.
I can’t help losing spiderwebs, leaking my weakness and the slow warmth that leaves us,
alone, watching our memories thaw and rush outward.
Your eyes are marked with light dew and deep,
studding fissures.
I know there is nothing
left to say as we lay our timid marrow to rest,
too exhumed to make the shapes of
words. Just, eyes, tight arm
by ~wwhale
Coogee VoyeurIn the highest waves there are ghosts, negative space whitewash caught in loveCoogee Voyeur
shrapnel I
can’t handle.
The people here are always crowded together, collecting their warmth
next to the beach. Their conversation is salty and bald-shirted, news spreading virally, no matter how chapped the wind becomes.
And the sea, always,
inwards and outwards.
Although I am held constant in thought, I feel like flat, melted plastic,
moulded bitterly to the
present. Maybe if I taste the stories in the air
by ~wwhale
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artificial sweetenerlet's all move on, fight through smog.artificial sweetener
a deformed letter of complaints that no one will read might be worth it;
at least you had initiative once in your life.
there's no use in fucking around, who needs a use when you have no purpose.
a smile from a pedophile is all you need to achieve sexual fulfillment. a letterbox, a stop sign.
a picture of a psychotic lover under your pillow, a belt with no buckle.
a bucket with no handle, a door with no hinges.
love. pushing you on and tearing you apart simultaneously, cliche. i believe in you as much as i believe in the tooth fair
by ~mynoreti
...BAM! A slick sheen of sweat clings to my skin, making my jeans stick to me like velcro and suddenly I'm bolt upright, a classic nightmare awakening. Light peeks through the curtains like a pervert and I'm forced to decide whether I'm awake or not. After careful deliberation yields no choice, I decide to sleep on it and think about it later. Working my way deeper into the fold in the couch, hoping to seek refuge from the light that seems determined to thwart my quest for sleep, another loud BAM! ricochets through the house. This time I'm well and truly awake, the gauze that had wrapped my head in sleep has been ripped off cartoon s...
by ~Foetusme
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moonbeams, oh moonbeams
But oh my, yes he is amazing- and I just read "Pale Fire" and well you should if you haven't-
But his vocabulary is amazing already, then add the fact that he is Russian to that and holy shit!
hah yes I'm a dude
Lolita is my all time favorite book every line is poetry!
I do like camus though...
I enjoy your writings.
I was told to check out your music, but your site seems to be down.
Do you have another site with MP3's on it?
~Adam
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