how do you consume me?you float in the oceans of my heart,
take flight in spaces of my head,
you're the last before i sleep,
and the first when i awake.
- november 10th, 2002
sooncollapsing, plunging, tumbling,
descending, lapsing, stumbling,
slipping, tripping, spiralling,
toppling, and then sprawling...in you baby, the chasms of you,
of fullstops non-existing,
and fingers of this weakness
crawl upon this heart that's beating.the nights have just got colder,
the days a lil longer,
with you grow still much shorter,
and aches a lil deeper.all these signs i'm seeing,
i've been this place before.
you're not much further, baby,
surpassing soon his shore.
- october 29th, 2002
a queen's choicethree witches she had in her.
one sits pretty in her heart,
the second in her head,
and the last in her gut.the most evil she pleads,
"the handsome troop they wait."
rubbing roses at her feet,
"let free the gate."seated by her side
was dutiful of the three.
touched her knee and said,
"listen to me."but she would not.
and now she pays.
rome struck dull,
silly disarrays."tis ok i shall get by.
father time sits by my side.
far worse hues my rome has seen
but for now, it's time to clean!"and that, the queen shall do.
all of it, as penance for you.
- july 6th 2002
hello my technicolour rainbow by running, literature
Literature
hello my technicolour rainbow
hello my technicolour rainbowto dreary days and monotone
to dull gray hues and monochrome
to 24 sloths and lustful idle
to 7 lentors and dogged dawdle
to midnight languors and summer somnolence
to reckless quiescence and swinking indolence
i bid all well and healthy living
pilgrim to some other unsuspecting
- may 28th 2002
the obstinacy of the enamoured by running, literature
Literature
the obstinacy of the enamoured
the obstinacy of the enamouredperhaps i might stop thinking
of brown eyes that bear into,
then consume me undivided.perhaps i might forget
of arms that keep me
in still frames of time.perhaps i could obliterate
of soft fingers that appreciate
the bones of my cheeks
and strands of my hair.but i couldn't,
even if i wanted to,
and i don't, dischargeof warm, silk lips that tease,
the conversation of tongues
in the proteans
of silent pantomimes,more than enough to
lock for minutes.
then return
over and over,each time to deliver
with Draconian fury,
always the same rapacity,
always the same avidity,
always the same delirious insatiety.
- may 25t...
i'm missingeyes,
of which look at me, to look for me
fingers,
that run over and through
lips,
that speak and laugh and kiss
and both your legs,
tangling me with you
- may 23rd, 2002
rome stands downthe hours before have transcribed the ends
of the ardous journey for him.
impulsion, impatience, desire once more,
her thorn, her archille's heel.merciless cavalries of the marauder's men
sleek black steads, stoic stygian armour.
at its helm he stands looking, pacing, seducing,
irises of defiance, obsequitous ardour.from behind the gates she returns the look,
she's the charmed fish, who's baited and hooked.the hours before have transcribed the ends
of the ardous journey for him.
the gate's unlocked, and rome is inviting,
her army stands down, at will.
- may 22nd, 2002
silent melodiesshe was told to me
in silent melodies
all the hymns of solicitudethat her right was still nursing
wounds that have not healed.
not completely. not plenarily.and that had killed her left.and she is sorry
for the broken,
unrealised story
- may 10th, 2002
sunflower complacenciesthe trepidation
the inquietude
the quivering, the shaking
the apprehension
the consternation
the propensity of panic
the paralysis
a cowardicecrashes,
booms
and bangs
- may 10th, 2002
sunflower complacenciesthe trepidation
the inquietude
the quivering, the shaking
the apprehension
the consternation
the propensity of panic
the paralysis
a cowardicecrashes,
booms
and bangs
- may 10th, 2002
silent melodiesshe was told to me
in silent melodies
all the hymns of solicitudethat her right was still nursing
wounds that have not healed.
not completely. not plenarily.and that had killed her left.and she is sorry
for the broken,
unrealised story
- may 10th, 2002
rome stands downthe hours before have transcribed the ends
of the ardous journey for him.
impulsion, impatience, desire once more,
her thorn, her archille's heel.merciless cavalries of the marauder's men
sleek black steads, stoic stygian armour.
at its helm he stands looking, pacing, seducing,
irises of defiance, obsequitous ardour.from behind the gates she returns the look,
she's the charmed fish, who's baited and hooked.the hours before have transcribed the ends
of the ardous journey for him.
the gate's unlocked, and rome is inviting,
her army stands down, at will.
- may 22nd, 2002
i'm missingeyes,
of which look at me, to look for me
fingers,
that run over and through
lips,
that speak and laugh and kiss
and both your legs,
tangling me with you
- may 23rd, 2002
the obstinacy of the enamoured by running, literature
Literature
the obstinacy of the enamoured
the obstinacy of the enamouredperhaps i might stop thinking
of brown eyes that bear into,
then consume me undivided.perhaps i might forget
of arms that keep me
in still frames of time.perhaps i could obliterate
of soft fingers that appreciate
the bones of my cheeks
and strands of my hair.but i couldn't,
even if i wanted to,
and i don't, dischargeof warm, silk lips that tease,
the conversation of tongues
in the proteans
of silent pantomimes,more than enough to
lock for minutes.
then return
over and over,each time to deliver
with Draconian fury,
always the same rapacity,
always the same avidity,
always the same delirious insatiety.
- may 25t...
hello my technicolour rainbow by running, literature
Literature
hello my technicolour rainbow
hello my technicolour rainbowto dreary days and monotone
to dull gray hues and monochrome
to 24 sloths and lustful idle
to 7 lentors and dogged dawdle
to midnight languors and summer somnolence
to reckless quiescence and swinking indolence
i bid all well and healthy living
pilgrim to some other unsuspecting
- may 28th 2002
a queen's choicethree witches she had in her.
one sits pretty in her heart,
the second in her head,
and the last in her gut.the most evil she pleads,
"the handsome troop they wait."
rubbing roses at her feet,
"let free the gate."seated by her side
was dutiful of the three.
touched her knee and said,
"listen to me."but she would not.
and now she pays.
rome struck dull,
silly disarrays."tis ok i shall get by.
father time sits by my side.
far worse hues my rome has seen
but for now, it's time to clean!"and that, the queen shall do.
all of it, as penance for you.
- july 6th 2002
sooncollapsing, plunging, tumbling,
descending, lapsing, stumbling,
slipping, tripping, spiralling,
toppling, and then sprawling...in you baby, the chasms of you,
of fullstops non-existing,
and fingers of this weakness
crawl upon this heart that's beating.the nights have just got colder,
the days a lil longer,
with you grow still much shorter,
and aches a lil deeper.all these signs i'm seeing,
i've been this place before.
you're not much further, baby,
surpassing soon his shore.
- october 29th, 2002
how do you consume me?you float in the oceans of my heart,
take flight in spaces of my head,
you're the last before i sleep,
and the first when i awake.
- november 10th, 2002
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i'm missing by running, literature
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i'm missing
i'm missingeyes,
of which look at me, to look for me
fingers,
that run over and through
lips,
that speak and laugh and kiss
and both your legs,
tangling me with you
- may 23rd, 2002
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i had an online journal before... that i built from scratch and which i maintained for almost a year. then i went into a 9 month hiatus before my fingers started itching again.now i've got something up with blogspot but it looks so lazy compared to a lot of others. it's amazing wot an eye a lot of people can have.anyway i'm still toggling around with this site. so when you see something up you'll know i finally got somewhere.
Hi, I'm just messaging you to say I accidentally mentioned you in a conversation while trying to get a "Running" Emoticon, sorry about that. I didn't know there was a person with that account name.