A child of words
spitting on flowers,
God, that haven
I longed for
peculiar belief
and absolution
God, that never came
to me in wake-dreams.
So I wouldnt meet
in apology
or redemption
with knife
neatly gripped
to the wash
of any throat
to my reflection.
I would
vanish.
BIG WORDS! said Gus the Firefly. "Say, I LIKE this game! I want to do it again. This word trick is fun. Come on. Make MORE words."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
and i couldn't think of anything, not one thing i would change about him.
and i could picture his list about me. i can see it now rolling out his front door down the street reaching nearly my house (in brisbane haha) only then his pen runs out ink and he cant finish it.
or even one thing. one little tweak to a person is too much.
maybe i will become a better person-or maybe i don't need to be.
i can't love myself properly if people keep wanting this 'me' to be someone else.
and i couldn't and can't think of one fucking thing i would change about him.
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and i could picture his list about me. i can see it now rolling out his front door down the street reaching nearly my house (in brisbane haha) only then his pen runs out ink and he cant finish it.
or even one thing. one little tweak to a person is too much.
maybe i will become a better person-or maybe i don't need to be.
i can't love myself properly if people keep wanting this 'me' to be someone else.
and i couldn't and can't think of one fucking thing i would change about him.
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