makeshiftreality

happy birthday youre fading weve never loved anything quick lets drive to you know where drown its all for you dont touch my shoulder ill suck you in youre leaking wheres your life its your special day and youll eat up my affections ill be where glitter stars eclipse pentagrams and hair gel smells like sweat trying to touch you its not unrequited if it never existed

Composed of passion     Composed of sterility Carefully orchestrated dewdrops cannot                                                       capture this.     We could jump this town          Like another bad dream. Under a pastel cloud cover     Things wouldn\'t look so bad                                                       Would they?     Empty harnesses are left hanging at abandoned bus stops With some inexplicable                              desire                                        To destroy something beautiful. BREAK     Because everything does in time.     Because falling in love is named so appropriate

Life without Jenny Like nothing the world has seen Like lying on your back in the dry dry grass Weathering bugs in an attempt to be real She wanted to write the great American poem Like nothing the world has seen But there was nothing left to write about Nothing left to be deep about No reason left to be beautiful Chantelle with buttery buttery eyes Chantelle with hands like milk Chantelle with a presence like a smoke alarm Chantelle knew that she existed She knew that she preferred Merlot over Cabernet She knew that she had lost her virginity at 16 But there was nothing left for her to be beautiful about And she could not liv

Jingle like it meant to Crush pungent wine Wave of the hand Dirty caress doesn\'t forgive Whisper sublime Smooth to good kill Rustling tight underclothes removed Indulged fantasies brilliant white Crash to floor above Burning rug sensation true Escape before dawn discovers Cold for grazing lips Decaying sheets dry like flames Unwinding cigarette smoke like a prayer Can\'t stop twilight running thin For all it meant to him

angels are flyin' 'round with styrofoam wings naked wisemen are lost and the cattle sing the babe's in the manger but he's wet and cold mary's much too young for love and joseph's much too old

I am towering over Iceland This time, it is covered in snow. The natives wear nets over their faces. They yield chariots of molten metal, and run them into my foot. Their heat is the only source of warmth for miles. Icepicks are taken to my toes. They don't seem to understand that if I fell, I would take all of them with me. Reyk Jovik, everytime I visit you I grow less and less inclined to come back.

How do you trace a scream? Such subtle lines that softly blur; a moment designated to sing by beauty or ugly: a lily lying in a field. Sometimes she wishes on the leftovers of last nights rain. Closer to starlight than stars with two weeks of tracing, screams singing: "We can't talk about it now. We can't talk about it now."

I suck hard on the cigarette you gave me, bummed by you just thirty seconds ago, from the blonde by the bar, with the legs that have seen better days, and had better compliments than that She stares blankly, now at my boyfriend who strums a guitar with the grace of a parent walking in on spur-of-the-moment cunnilingus fumbling fingers and muttered motherfuckers Now I play with your wedding ring, fist round the gold that she spat round your skin to ensnare you as hers in moments like this when messy skanks rub a forefinger into your lechery You\'re inhaling more of this cigarette than I am cilia expanding to welcome my sweet exh

"Send in the applicant." the Talewinder told me, as I bowed and walked away. I'd been in his service for the past seventeen years.  I was twenty six.  I looked nine.  The Talewinder liked me liked that.  He liked to watch me skip down the stairs of his castle.  He wanted me to be nine forever.  So I was. The Talewinder lived in a castle made of stone and dreams; from the outside, it was enormous, half of it hanging off a dark cliff.  A river raged underneath, only interrupted by the occasional stone that would fall into it with a splash.  There were human shaped gargoyles and beast shaped statues on every ledge, twirled around every cone sh