December 2010
72 posts
Etsy Taste Test - What a beautiful way to kill... →
celebrity crush
I wish I was brave enough to pull off this hair… she is so yummy :)
Don’t bend, don’t bleed, don’t beg, don’t scream, don’t whine, don’t fight, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me, don’t tell me.
Don’t sing, don’t talk, don’t yell, don’t laugh, don’t think, don’t speak, don’t save me. Don’t save me, don’t save me.
to taste your beating heart
If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me I held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we’re apart drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You...
poetry = sex // sex = poetry
my poetry stems from sex. I realize this as I lie in bed last night and hunger for syllables and sounds to spill out of my mouth… The need to pour myself into microphones and smear my thoughts into pages - comes from a throbbing deep within… a murmuring impulse that disguises itself in tortured words and metaphors used to free my inhibitions. Take me. Here. Now. Again. For I am...
