they walk around town
with a blatant purpose in life,
with direction and destination.
they look like hell,
they are pretty.
they stop at red lights
and cross the streets on time.
the cars going south are on the left
and on the right,
they go north-
and in formation.
lights flash, cars crash
(and burn),
buses stop (and stars too),
people walk in lines.
there is a rhythm,
not one that makes you dance.
that girl with long braids
and long legs wears
a neon yellow construction suit.
maybe she's going to work
(work on a building or
work with a client in her bed;
who knows?)
maybe she had two bowls of rice crispies
for
make of it what you will by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
make of it what you will
maybe i can't do this
maybe i can't let go
and maybe im boring you to death
and maybe, maybe its overrated
im holding your hand and its cold as hell
maybe you should wear mits
so should i.
mondays are cleaning days by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
mondays are cleaning days
his blood stained the carpet
the room smelled like bleach
and sweat perled into your eyes
and you scrubbed like there was no tomorrow
wich there wasn't
not if the stain remained
he wouldn't tell you what had happenned
but by the amount of blood
and the skin on the knife
you had a pretty good idea of what had happenned
why it happens every monday
at 3 o'clock was beyond you
he didn't want the stains to stay
he wanted the carpet to be clean
and for the seventh time that night
you wondered why he spilled blood on the carpet
couldn't he do it over the sink?
no that would be too easy
he liked to cause you trouble
and not only w
wishing star num. 305 by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
wishing star num. 305
there's nothing left but you and me
and the stars
we're drunk on stardust and
we don't feel the same
but who's gunna tell us to stop?
prevent us from falling
into the dark
we've got one night
to make it right
and if you ask me
it'll never work out right
because you and i don't rhyme
and if they did it would be nothing but chaos
and heated kisses and flaming skin
do you really want this?
it's too easy
just like it's easy to pretend it's okay
the bitter in you
and the liar in me
are bigger than us
and who are we to want something more than the universe?
i've been listening to jazz by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
i've been listening to jazz
her name was Jazz because her mother hated the name. she had stark red lips that pouted gently and skin that looked like a white pellicule of snow stretched accross glass cheekbones. everything about Jazz screamed innocence and desire. she was walking contradiction. no one loved her but everyone wanted her; especially the boys. Jazz was the perfect destination in a human world.
she walked the yellow line on the road like a prisonner walks the plank on a pirate ship. she curls her toes into the cold brown slush that chills her to the bone.
the car was a yellow mini with racing stripes and the whole shabang. it had just turned winter that mor
they walk around town
with a blatant purpose in life,
with direction and destination.
they look like hell,
they are pretty.
they stop at red lights
and cross the streets on time.
the cars going south are on the left
and on the right,
they go north-
and in formation.
lights flash, cars crash
(and burn),
buses stop (and stars too),
people walk in lines.
there is a rhythm,
not one that makes you dance.
that girl with long braids
and long legs wears
a neon yellow construction suit.
maybe she's going to work
(work on a building or
work with a client in her bed;
who knows?)
maybe she had two bowls of rice crispies
for
make of it what you will by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
make of it what you will
maybe i can't do this
maybe i can't let go
and maybe im boring you to death
and maybe, maybe its overrated
im holding your hand and its cold as hell
maybe you should wear mits
so should i.
mondays are cleaning days by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
mondays are cleaning days
his blood stained the carpet
the room smelled like bleach
and sweat perled into your eyes
and you scrubbed like there was no tomorrow
wich there wasn't
not if the stain remained
he wouldn't tell you what had happenned
but by the amount of blood
and the skin on the knife
you had a pretty good idea of what had happenned
why it happens every monday
at 3 o'clock was beyond you
he didn't want the stains to stay
he wanted the carpet to be clean
and for the seventh time that night
you wondered why he spilled blood on the carpet
couldn't he do it over the sink?
no that would be too easy
he liked to cause you trouble
and not only w
wishing star num. 305 by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
wishing star num. 305
there's nothing left but you and me
and the stars
we're drunk on stardust and
we don't feel the same
but who's gunna tell us to stop?
prevent us from falling
into the dark
we've got one night
to make it right
and if you ask me
it'll never work out right
because you and i don't rhyme
and if they did it would be nothing but chaos
and heated kisses and flaming skin
do you really want this?
it's too easy
just like it's easy to pretend it's okay
the bitter in you
and the liar in me
are bigger than us
and who are we to want something more than the universe?
all i want for xmas by IamEatingMyToast, literature
Literature
all i want for xmas
sadly, the lines have been blurred
and you remain nothing but
steps in the fresh snow
and the sun in your eyes
has made diamonds in your hair
but you want nothing more than to go inside
there's a brightly lit christmas tree
in the kitchen
because there was no room in the other rooms
and no one has said anything
or, at least,
you think that if there were people, they wouldn't mind
[the kitchen has always been the warmest
with it's blue tiles that are cold against your bare skin
the lights on the trees look good from that perspective]
She saw him at the park once. He was the colour of dirt; with bird eyes and white, mapped palms. Her little forehead lined as she felt the bile force its way up until her saliva was acid. She counted her toes and bit the inside of her cheek, should she run? Are they fast runners? She figured this one must be if he kept himself out of jail. The dark man flashed a mouthful of pebbles and held out his hand- which would have swallowed hers.
'Don't touch me.'
Her hands were all knuckles and her baby eyes tore into his. He faltered and stepped away, a half mouthed sorry. He looked upset, a grin spread like fire between her dimples.
Suddenly she
The world is at your feet by WastedThoughts, literature
Literature
The world is at your feet
It's the rum you are hiding in that coffee mug that is doing all the talking for you
And you just cannot help but remember that it
is Friday night and you are all alone and the warm feeling in your chest is not leaving, the
bitter taste in your mouth is not leaving, don't spit it out, no,
no, don't waste a drop.
There is music rambling on about girls by the name of Emily, and Ashley, but that is just not you, and it just sounds like mumbling anyway.
The way of your skirt makes you think of the ocean, and the sea, and the salt, and seaweed, and the boys that cannot help you now.
You cannot find yourself in the boys that take you int
so,
life is goo(d)
hahaha goo :3
summah is in zee air
and i ares in love wif summah
im losin' mah mind ovah it
(and losin' layahs of skin
shanks sun haha -.-)
tell me a story, love.
:sun:
i swear, the sun will burn a whole through me.
it's a beaut tho
:sun:
guys,
it's going to take me like FOREVER to get used to this dA omg.
how do you like iiiitt?
and i havn't uploaded in like FOREVER because i havn't been home in like FOREVER.
i love my boat FOR like EVER (:
hahahaha i have forever by chris brown stuck in my head if that explains anything.
:bulletpink: :bulletyellow: :bulletgreen:
maaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh i want a huge thunderstormmmm
:turbopoke:
i' in a very very good mood; lack of sleeeeep :sleep:
guys,
i saw the Hannah Montana movie yesterday -.-
hahahaha as if eh? oh my i can't get over it
:star: