Hello I'm fine How are you?I am black.A waterfall in twilight black.A rose's shadow on spotted stonesIn starlight black.MyHeart beatsBOOm ...blackBoom...blackBoOM.... BlackA lonely teardrops chancein hell black,a lonely cry thrown downthe mossy well black.Now pull me inOr I won't be back.I'll die a HeroSoaked in black.BOOm...Kiss BoOm ... meWith how you really feel.(even if it's honest black)Pleasetell me.tell meAnythingto pull me back,Or I'll die a heroDrown In Black.
a dead boys poemWe are become stitch doctors.Magnificent (opera)torsof the vastmagnolia.Picking pinch-squeezingold woundsuntil we spilljust enough bloodto call it art.Then quickly we grab the gauze and dab the cut dry againembarrassedeyesapologizingfor the dirty mess we didn't mean to make, while passion and lust go wilting into a dirty corner.I WANT YOU TOSPILL ME.SLIT MY WRISTS!!!GO ON. SLASH ME LIKE A SMILE.let that good blood flow full,red as the swollen moon in November's sky.And as I falldrowsilyinto that onebig dark,if you want to hit meif you want tokiss me, butRememberthe word
He never caught the ButterflyWhen he was six,only six, with big dark eyeslike black spaces on a white piano faceand his arms stretched out like a cat's grin in the sunlight he ran all dawn and duskchasing butterflies againbutterflies with secrets heneeded to know,but he never could catch you.Today he's illwith useless averages.living the low fat life style,his dreams are steam in his coffee cup.and before he goeshe will wait thereby the open doorunder the porch lighthis hopes packed in a briefcase,a sparrow in the attic, fluttering panic,racking the rafters with moansdies next to the open window.
Come Closer Angelcome closer angel come closersaid mother gooseas he lifted the hem of his dressabove his knees to reveal his stockinged thighs.now i know...my mind is perfectly incapable of following a single doctrine for too long. ...strict lines beg to be crossed after all...and once you step over them they seem so small and far away...and you can never go back...no you can never do that. ...and who wants to ...but come closer angelcome closerand i will tell you what you can do.slay the dragon.the mold green monster that sitsupon his treasure trove of dusty oldideas.his name is: Thou Shalt.and he breathes...thou shalt obeythou
definetely an adorable picture. love the black lips. <3 i think everything about it is very casual, yet a little curious. very nice.
casual happens to be easy
so yes
. it's very me.
thank you though as always for commenting.
And your hair
it may be.
half the time you can't even tell, and there is half the fun.
this picture speaks much more....
and i kno wats in the book!!
mirrors stuck in the pages....
so yu can self criticize n self admire while pretending to read
im ryte arnt i???
i never even thought of that...it is a good idea though...
perhaps..i could..hmm..
you're just so...
non-chalant.
such dignity.
such seriousness
and pride.
the other's were more glammer
and this one just feels deeper to me.
Like there might be something to think about behind it.
[who knows?]
thank you, as always always
...and can someone please tell me why i have to repeat words all the time,
honestly.