Addiction:
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your o
We lost electricity on the night you left me
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thou
Things to do when you're bored by Oilux, literature
Literature
Things to do when you're bored
Things to do when you're bored:
Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper
Wait around corners and scare random people
Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave
Go out and adopt fifty puppies
Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!'
Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago
Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back'
Get a lemonade stand, give o
The Avatar State:
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
[Air:]
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
[Water:]
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pul
When I close my green eyes
If I focus I can see
People and places from my past
Etched in my memory
If a blind man closes his eyes
What can he possibly see
Without any visual images
Stored in his memory
How do I describe colour
To man who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Within these heart felt rhymes
When I close my green eyes
I use my mind to conjure up
Dreams of the future, based on
Pages already written in my book
If a blind woman closes her eyes
What future can she see
Unable to visualise
Her fate and her destiny
How do I describe colour
To woman who is born blind
The same way I describe my love
Withi
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says