thrifty-pixie

The world's a strange place where I've never felt free. I'm ready to run away. Won't you come follow me? Into the chaos that lies over the fence, creepy crawlys nipping at your heels. Lily white dresses and pleated skirts. Khaki pants and broken in shoes. A place in which your wildest dreams control you. It's not a place of independence but a place of wet wild dreamers. Welcome to the Valley. They beckon you with a wave. Smile and nod politely. They won't bite you much at all. Instead of praying on holy relics and dreams. Take my hand and die peacefully. Maggots and rot they are the only things that keep words from living forever. Eating p

Dear *****, This is probably the one letter you will never get. But I find it necessary for you to know, that although I called it all off. That I instiagted the end, that not one day has gone by where I have not thought about you. For endless seconds that have ironically flown by I want you to know that I love you. That deep down I feel as if, I have lost a part of me. I can barely breathe or think. It’s as if I am suffocating. Because I don’t have you here with me, even though we were never with each other physically for long, but the thought of knowing that I could love you, made me happy. And the very idea that there was some

Through Memories I Live It’s an echo. A cry. Painfully, Pulling and Nagging At a Past… Lost & Tragic. You can honor the dead. You can remember the responsible. But it’s the memories of our lovers that we will always wish to re-live. It’s a sigh. A moan. Invigorating & Beautiful  Strange & Silent The watches tick and tock As you feel time lock you away:     Caged “I will always be with you no matter what.” But never let your words utter mournful cries. Don’t sob as you fly away. Aching all over your body, To feel that shaking To feel the shudders of warmn bodies; skin barely on skin.

The starless shadows of night fell upon the great manor of Stygian. It wrapped itself within the flaws of the marble columns. It curled within each nook between the great statues of angels, who looked more demonic than their celestial reflections. The once tame grove of auburn roses now over ran the walls and twisted around the gate; suffocating all who were caught in it’s thorns. But it wasn’t the thorns who willed themselves to smother all who were captive in it’s arms. For it was the atmosphere of Stygian. It was the quizzical air of coming doom. It was the perplexing spell of loss that emanated from the shabby gray walls. I

You scream bloody murder and Hail Mary, The tired and the timid crawl away, limp and dead; gnarled trees of the seasons of time And you say I love everybody. Raining so sweetly; tears of mine they are reaping. I am not bullet proof, Human like you; I kill too Suicide, genocide, it’s all inside Their catharsis is tainted and unspoken; All for the gory And I love everybody Clipping and yelling: shoving and shouting Your words don’t affect me. That foreign liquid dribbles from hidden scars; Laughs of apathetic ridicule Sick with guilt for the one taunted; oh haunted No pity, unshakeable like slabs of granite; frigid, hard

Oh, light, ‘tis be the hope of my vacant eyes When all flames of youth flicker out, and the world is cold and neglecting. Oh sweet angel, you guide me to the pearly gates The white walls splattered with graffiti, Masterpieces of the devil’s spawn, looking for a home Oh catharsis of falling rain, weeping to wash away leprosy So refreshing to the touch, going from blue to red Freeing us of tainted blood, with wet gliding fingers Oh innocent libido, only in dreams are they pure The streets so dirty, mouths as black as soot; imagine sweet summery kisses Only when you are awake can you see the flickering torches and meaningless