Clay Loons

its kinda awkward
the thought of a fat woman atop a prince's mountain
or like me on you

chizzeled
your nakedness, dream of clay
jung images in my head museum

turned my cheek to you
eleven new years eves
ticking pure thoughts, bethleham man

eyes sprout insane hands flailing
to make it stop
looking in your mirror

its kinda disgusting
the thought of a monet
hanging on the wall in a gas station bathroom stall

you derserve a hook of gold
diffused lighting on your amazingness
you are beautiful
beautiful with beautiful

who wants to be a tv tray at sotheby's
i bet you do
who wants to be murdered whale blubber on the hearth
i bet you do
fries up many hearts
"and the fires are burning so many dreams on the shelf you say i wanted you to be proud of me i always wanted that myself"
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Comments

  • This is excellent stuff... Get down to what we all want to say and can't because we're afraid of what others will say... I think you're brilliant and soulful.

    "Nothing is good or bad... But thinking makes it so" Shakesphere
  • Ok2GoOk2Go Posts: 102
    or afraid what others can do to us when we lose trust.

    sad
    "and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

    Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    wow your talented, you should write more!
    please write more :)



    Originally posted by LittleFacistPantease
    its kinda awkward
    the thought of a fat woman atop a prince's mountain
    or like me on you

    chizzeled
    your nakedness, dream of clay
    jung images in my head museum

    turned my cheek to you
    eleven new years eves
    ticking pure thoughts, bethleham man

    eyes sprout insane hands flailing
    to make it stop
    looking in your mirror

    its kinda disgusting
    the thought of a monet
    hanging on the wall in a gas station bathroom stall

    you derserve a hook of gold
    diffused lighting on your amazingness
    you are beautiful
    beautiful with beautiful

    who wants to be a tv tray at sotheby's
    i bet you do
    who wants to be murdered whale blubber on the hearth
    i bet you do
    fries up many hearts
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