| My "poetry" is words lined up in a specific and calculated way. Most of it is a rant. Not all of it, most of it. |


UmerremUYour tongue. Cold like a slug. Slug on the inside. It's a life. Soft.UmerremU


Wet DreamsI sleep with contemporary thought. I sleep in a mellow mood coated in a deepening sorrow. Most of the time it's just black representing a void in me like the particular one I have felt from childhood. A void so... petty? I hate disclosing it. The uncommon recess of the gaping dismal ebony only intensifies the loss in my mind. When I dream, I dream in vivid lucid colour. Only the colour is lucid. I know I dreamt last night, during the petty 2 hours sleep I had. But for the life of me I can't remember what it was about. It just felt so empty.Wet Dreams


Busy night?Well well busy night I've been far, to places I haven't seen before... Places I never knew existed. And did it all without walking. I've seen new faces, heard new things, learnt new things thought new things. I was sitting the whole time. Sitting up in my plush warm bed.Busy night?
| My "poetry" is words lined up in a specific and calculated way. Most of it is a rant. Not all of it, most of it. |
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hairy eyeball
LJ
Psyence: poet / short story author at your service
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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traveling without moving...
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Thanks fer the fave!
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