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There is an eyelash on the page;
you call my name, 
You call my name,
eleven digits in a straight neat line.
Seven leans out
to place his order.

I peel the skin off my lip and drop it in the bin,
and lick off the blood. This, 
this is decomposing. I am breaking down 
into the blue carpet, ready to feed the young
and the new,

Sinking into the grass faster than you
fed my letters into the shredder.
There is the itch, then comes the red
then you melt into the soil, and spend the rest
in the ground.

The carpet is brown, and when you slow down enough
you see yourself vibrate
way out there 
(she gestures with one outstretched hand)
You’re bigger than the room!
You are the warm and the wet
and when I entropy on over and out, 

I’ll remember you for that.

warming up to you | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)

Guess who you should foollooww? ….me, but then after that!! ^^^^

The Right To Fall From Grace [W.I.P]

Fuck right off with that
Holding a straight jacket to your chest
Blocking out the sun with your left hand
Letting little bullets of malice seep into your brain
You’re at the diving board
You’ve already knocked on the devils door
When did the placement of your bones and nerves
Dictate that your one of the good guys?

You pick up the local schemes leaflet
Looking at the dolly faced girl like a reflection
The discouragement hits you like concrete
But don’t let the brand of apparatus
The complimentary you both share, deceive you
Your a villain and you can’t hide it
I’ve seen the long line of broken hearts you leave
There’s sick on your collar due to the fact
There’s been no rest until your next voyage
You’re a mess, You’re chaos, You’re a heartbreaker
And call me masochistic but I want to be next in line

Criminals, killers and date rapists parade the bar
But there’s no doubt your the most dangerous thing here
Like a sabertooth entered in a dirt rally
You show your fangs like your still in your element
They come with inflated egos, and knighthood dreams
But leave with a bruised lip and a black eye
There’s no force that can stop you
From having the time of your life
Dancing with shots and scrapping in the garden
Until the dawn shows up and you can’t see straight
Don’t let the condescending tone from the day light
Of well wishes, family advice, and ego driven boys
Make you feel any less larger on our shared earth
Because down here your just scum like the rest of us
You can be dreg you were always born to be

Sly Says [W.I.P]

2 sickies, a overdue bill, and a signed overtime contract
The trifle things that stand bewteen my salvation
I can picture their sullen droped down eyes now
“If only we could’ve done something, IF ONLY”
Well actually there is something you could do
Put away that shitty look you shoot choose to give
When you cotton onto the company I’ve chosen to keep
Oh yeah I didn’t forget, trust me
When we’re arm in arm on hazy nights
And you gave me a little PSA on the dezins I’ve yet to meet
My lovers giving me a warning of their intents
Slit pupiles, forked tounges, dead langauge
But the matter of fact is only this
They’re here, your not
And right now as we slide down the walls
Of the back of the local supermarket
Exchanging catalysts condensed in a consumable
Exchanging blows on behalf of the newest album
They’ve given me the gift of a pulse that keeps on giving
That’s more then I can say about anything else

Oh my new bestest friend in the whole of ever: Sly
She says she was lead hear by the filth that carries in the wind
Sly tells me she cried into a still a dead tuseday noon
And the voices beconed her to come
They were the first voices that talked to her in months
Voices not backed up with another prescription
Sly see, she looks into my eyes
Sly knows i’m a forien object in the ally’s biology too
Sly reckons I could understand the appeal too

Evil

I can imagine you now in your basement
Grinning by candlelight
Picking up and arranging chess pieces
All with our names etched into the sides
Only the diabolical thinking of a puppeteer
Could’ve arranged tonight’s events this way

“Oh what a coincidence!” She exclaimed
“Fancy running into sour-puss here”
As you bump into me, at my local round
There’s nothing coincidental about precise timing
Just the right amount of time after my split
The right balance of loneliness and rational thinking
“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, but how weird!
I’ve not long split since my fella too”
So now the gaunlets really been thrown
You know your available, and you know I wanna hurt her
I don’t even have the care to play along with the facade
So I just ask “My place or yours?”

Oh man you really are a villain aren’t you?
No a sign of remorse or regret in your eyes
Just a grin of ecstasy as you lead me to your lair
Like a black widow dragging back her prey
You can feel the rubble of foundations in your fingers
You can smell the burning of bridges
It brings you back to life
Returns your skin to it’s natural glow
You got blood on your lips
And sludge pouring out of your eyes
Playing by the rules was never your style
And playing nice was really suffocating you
It gives freaks like us a purpose
So drag me down and give my life meaning

Signs of the devil remain, where you lay your hands
I stain your bleach blonde locks, when I grab your hair
You poison my blood when you bite into my veins
I mark the skin around your neck with my grip
You bruise my face, whenever spasms dictate
Sink your fangs into my limbs
To keep my consciousness in this world
And serve me severed thighs, with your nail line
You scream like the valkyries
As your 4 support beams begin shake
Your entire temple collapses onto me
That filthy grin, only served by a fallen angel
The thought of those we’ve just stabbed in the back
Keeps those spasms going for another second
We’ve seeped into each others blood stream
It’s a pact now, a deal with evil

If you think all my shit lately has been Velvet Undergroundy it’s cos I cannot stop writing when listening to them lately, where they the missing link of inspiration all along!? :L

Dear Sophie 2

I dunno if letter number 2 is far too early to be getting introspective, I guess that just means these things are doing their job right the fact I need to rationalize you into my speaking world makes me contemplate your existence. I’m trying to think of the first time you ever came into my life but I’m puzzled. Whenever I try to though it always comes back to my earliest memory of you, coming back home on the train from Norwich trying to swallow my very first break up

I swear I’m remembering these things wrong, surely I was dumped via text? Then why was I said on the way home, maybe I just knew I could feel it in the air. I was always told I could see these things “2 moves ahead” as it were. Maybe that’s why when I looked up from my seat you were sitting there. Carrying bags from your shopping spree, in your black shirt, white tank combo, with boots just a little too navy blue to go with your black jeans. You calmly just look at me like we already knew each other and just said “So… what are we gonna get up too when we get home?”

Always thinking backwards
Lnc0

Thinking of poetry club names, allready decided it has to be a music reference. My two favourites right now are either “Letters To Hermione” or “Some Written”