Home› Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

Fragments

tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
edited November 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
endings crumpled over a keyboard
fractured memory, not sure it even happened
stung my face and turned away
collapsed
stepped away
saying goodbye
why some memories hid so deep
they might be only dream

crumpled endings
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention

lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
Post edited by Unknown User on

Comments

  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    dark winter, bony chill
    english street zooming out
    me so tiny, shivering bone
    knotted abandoned alone
    many years ago but
    enters the bloodstream just the same
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    inevitably the witches reach me
    through their tangled web of unformed ideas
    luminescence once brought comfort
    tonight only silence has the upper hand
    every day the journey
    ends at a different place
    so surprising that it's this one
    the one with tapping outside the window
    stripping it down
    so you don't know where you'll ever end up
    there's sense in this direction sometimes
    and sometimes it makes no sense at all
    words tougher than the faltering ego
    are somewhere to be found
    substance in words themselves
    substance from before the time
    when the words got cut adrift
    craving something tangible
    all this motion is a sickness
    I want to pull down a dictionary, and throw it on my fire
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    tremors wrote:
    inevitably the witches reach me
    through their tangled web of unformed ideas
    luminescence once brought comfort
    tonight only silence has the upper hand
    every day the journey
    ends at a different place
    so surprising that it's this one
    the one with tapping outside the window
    stripping it down
    so you don't know where you'll ever end up
    there's sense in this direction sometimes
    and sometimes it makes no sense at all
    words tougher than the faltering ego
    are somewhere to be found
    substance in words themselves
    substance from before the time
    when the words got cut adrift
    craving something tangible
    all this motion is a sickness
    I want to pull down a dictionary, and throw it on my fire

    once again
    you have blown my fucking mind
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    tremors wrote:
    many years ago but
    enters the bloodstream just the same
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    tremors wrote:
    substance in words themselves
    substance from before the time
    when the words got cut adrift

    :shock: how you put that into words




    tremors wrote:
    craving something tangible
    all this motion is a sickness
    I want to pull down a dictionary, and throw it on my fire

    and how you put that into words into words





    :shock:
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Thank you kind angels both. You warm the chill, fight the monsters at the door and light up the sky with your affection
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

    lettherecordsplay1x.gif?t=1377796878
Sign In or Register to comment.