Gone Fishin’

I’m think I’m hooked on you. You’re like a shot cocaine in the morning. I smile whenever I see a text from you. The black hole in my chest rages happily when you’re quiet.

I think I’m hooked on you. You presence is the way I affirm my existence. You feel better than any drug. Even if I can’t hold you, you grab me by the aorta with an emoji. I think I’m hooked on you and I like it. You’re my food, water, coca cola, my ice cream, my vodka, my goodnight sleep. 

I think I’m hooked on you. My minds all fucked up over you. I go through what can only be withdrawal when my phone is silent.

Im hooked and it’s funny because I’ve only profile picture to remember you by. Its weird because I’ve not yet held you, smelled you, looked upon you, heard your voice in very many days. Im so hooked on you and I’ve not physically been in your presence, Lord knows how it’s gonna be when that all changes.

Im hooked on you and we only ever text. And yet you’re the first person I check on in the morning and the first who comes to mind when I’m happy. You got me these kinds of fucked up and you know what. I fucking love it.

JuneBug

I have this cup. I keep this cup turned downside up. and once in a while my naïve side crawls up out of the hole I stuffed it in and does some spectacularly retarded shit, like decide to turn the cup the right way up.

The problem is; there’s a reason why that glass stays like that. See this glass is like Pandora’s Box, minus the happiness and shit at the bottom of the box and shit. Once this cup fills up, its quick to overflow and once that happens all the shit falls to hell and I regret all the shit and yada yada fish paste.
Then I turn down again, everything is still acid burnt and fucked to death, but you know what after that all crap goes away and shit.

This glass I’m talking about is how much is my “care” glass. Don’t be retarded, it’s a metaphor.
my point now is caring is usually not worth it, because you care and put in the work and all that shit and still get blasted in the face with shit, piss and barf. Afterward, when I feel sad, alone, dejected, disappointed, rejected and all around all around just fucking depressed, I remember why I chose to not ever give the tiniest of fucks in the first place. That shits like playing with water when you’re clearly fire. It just don’t end well.

So for now I go back to my cave and indulge in all of my little fucked up luxuries. All the while fixing the colossal mess that naïve fool made. Oh, yeah, I have a gigantic ass crush. Schoolyard puppy kinda shit, you know! Like, bad bad, all disgustingly cute shit. This girl is the Rose. I was supposed to lead with that, I guess. Romantics are born, cynics are made. I didn’t survive the battle, I am made a cynic. It’s smarter, its logical. It will win the war. But that romantic naïveté is for the birds.

So now the cup is upside down, the fool back in his cage, and me left with a mess.

(X_X) I just hope she doesn’t see this ever

Brace Yourselves

Judging by the stats and the general response you guys liked our little flashback moment. We’re glad you like it. 🙂
Oh… And sorry about the minor confusion with one of the posts.

Nostalgia isn’t something we like to entertain very much, but it seemed fitting that we introduce this theme as platform to carry another.

Hopefully my new work will tickle you all as much as my old poetry did. A bit more about love, lust, girls, booze and drugs, and a bit less ranting.

Keep your eyes glued to your screens, more is coming. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. 🙂

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The Rain

She asked me why it rains.

I don’t know I answered.

But I’m glad ’cause the falling rain is linked to the pain.

She looked at me, smiled and said,

love reign in the rain and the pain is not but the alien joy that invades your atria and ventricles.

Behind every chill there’s warmth.

So smile!

For one day the sun will illuminate our way back to one another.

Aren’t I glad I had on my shades for my eyes began to glaze.

I could not let her read my face for pride would not let me show my state.

We grew from a trickle to a stream to a mighty river in little time.

But even the greatest of river must split, part ways only 2 fall to the same lake.

U must see my face in the rain.

Sunshine will break this blanket of grey one day and paint your visage with its lovely grace.

On that day tears of joy will drown that pain.

 

She asked me why it rains.

I don’t know, though perhaps the sad sky weeps on our behalf.

Ain’t that a lovely thing, she said, though I would beg it not so.

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Me and girls…

Coming straight out of high school I knew that I knew very little when it came to girls, I mean I had a lot of knowledge of thing but without any practical background.

In the past 20 or so months though I have learnt a few things about me, and girls, in relationships. And its not really about what I did with them, its about now what I didn’t do, or for.

I know there’s still a whole lot for me to find out though, but I think I’m satisfied with the progress at the moment. It might not be that much, nut I think its a good start.

Its been three years since I left high school and I still have a few more years to fuck out. And I want to get it all. But I also need to remind myself to try not prioritise this over school. [Insert sarcastic face: awesome] 3-|

Black Orchid Girl

We met her last autumn, about 2 months after calla lily girl. And she wanted love and we didn’t mind, we didn’t have anyone, we were interested, we wanted to know, she intrigued us. but boy what a ride we were in for.

We introduced her to the erotic side of life, and she shows us what it is to fall in love. She had us imagining things, had us seeing a world that was not without her, not even for any of the moments of the rest of our life. We were prepared to give our life to her, for her.

It seems though that she had other ideas though. After all she put us through, after all the promises she had us make, after all of the things she had us change, she decided it still wasn’t good enough and left.

Crushed us, stomped on our heart, tore out our soul, spit on our love, burned our dreams and promises and threw us out into the rain. We gave her all she asked of us and she wanted to take more and when she couldn’t get anymore, well…

Calla lily Girl

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We met in the spring of 2010. She was cool, she was fun, she was straight forward. We partied, got high and got drunk together. She wanted to fuck me, but she had a man, and at first I thought she was kidding.

She wasn’t though, and then we got to it, we were great together. But we went further than we were meant to. We were supposed to just be casual. We weren’t supposed to catch feelings, we weren’t supposed to be exclusive.

We did though, we complicated a simple situation. We failed to put boundaries in place, those that we did were hammered down. We got infected with feelings, and we nurtured them.

It soon became clear where we were going, more to her than to me and she decided to cut it loose and thank Athena she did, it hurt, good lord it hurt! But I’m thankful she did.