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Bodies.Sometimes,Bodies.
people just
fit together
like puzzle pieces on the floor that found a right place at that right time
and the shape
of our bodies
were opposites
so when I held you I was the sky and you were the horizon
with nothing in between
I wasn't build to be apart from you. I was built to be a part of you.
by ~startmachine
Cause.... eff you MidasSo strange a feeling when I find myself missingCause.... eff you Midas
all the things I used
to wish I lived without…
Like her keeping tabs was maybe just her way of saying “I wish you were here instead”…
Like the free time to reduce my stress was spent thinking but rather more like worrying…
and I hate the cliché
so instead I will say:
“I would be unhappy
either way”…
But you know that I mean: “I wish it was yesterday” So strange a feeling Missing what once was wish
by ~startmachine
Febuary in port moodyA cool crisp breezeFebuary in port moody
accents a blemish free sky I drink in the day with pockets full of hands and a narrowed view As the sun reaches down
unopposed
an erection of towers scaling the landscape like arms with
questions for the horizon
today is for these people, this city,
and the sea.
by ~startmachine
Of AetherRock and Roll is dead Punk is dead Hardcore is dead Metal has been spread too thin We are the generation left with the bills for the funeralsOf Aether
and the ashes to be thrown in the sea Because the shape of punk came and we don’t recognize it anymore, Because the Romans were doomed to fall and the satellite years are over. And although you’ve heard this before, You’re feeling it for the first time again. We are Of Aether, We are everything in between.
by ~startmachine
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Hymns of Self-ServiceHere on earth, some unrefined home, a loneliness keeps him tetheredHymns of Self-Service
like loose smoke against a vague ceiling; a hanged man inside his heart. The conversations gather around, each one adding substance to the cloud giving it body, some accumulated shape that defines its place; there it is, missing a certain etiquette: the formal touch of intimacy still formless and bound to spread thin against its own impermanence.
“This is life,” he cried out to the stars who’s reply will descend too late, only to be received by an echo of his tenancy.
A piano sounds out a chord, a solemn
by ~Blue-Bard
Escapeby ~flyingdebris
The deserted mansionThe deserted mansionThe deserted mansion
Steaming coffee in the tall mugs was growing cold, long table cloth was developing blotches of brown mud stain, the ground floor was engulfed in heaps of disdainful dust, sparkling glass tops displayed infinite scratch marks, a basket of fresh fruit now lay squashed in neglect, utensils of stainless steel had transformed into pale bronze, rich portraits portraying war scenes hung listlessly from the wall, heaps of literary books lay buried under a mountain of sand, pitchers full of mineral water now bred a cluster of fungus, &
by ~nikhilparekh
shifting to a new paradigm.
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