My eyes still search for loveless lovers.
Dav
“(mis)Takeeeeeeee, one!”
Was that too close the wire?
Wrapped around your finger,
Distorted by disire?
I’ve built an empire on it.
My melted heart’s solid.
I picked apart the seams,
Seems ‘’ should not have been bothered
I could have just waited for it to break,
Then go past unacknowledged.
I’m sorry for the truth,
But have to be honest.
Shoe-shine-spit-polish
Live life to the full-ish
Speaking to specific people.
Talking to the crowd.
Speaking to specific people, talking to the crowd.
Dav - Punctuation
hi it’s BEEn a while 🐝🌿
Dav
tell me i’m sexy, but know that i’m evil
Cuteness/goddessness overload
““Do you fall in love with boys or with girls?” I asked her. “Sometimes boys,” she replied. “Mostly souls.””
— Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 132
“I wonder what it says about me that I feel pretty in a dress but powerful in a suit.”
Hardly eccentric
I found it... how I left it
Then I let slip... I didn’t mean to
The ancient hieroglyphics might have been written in Hebru
Your phoney see-through concept of an idea
Is the very definition of what I find weird
What makes me tear up... is real love...
Of a concept, that’s outside it’s realms of context
No more complex, any that came before
Do you hate me, for what you now love me for?
Terry Pratchett - The Hogfather (the end of page 637 if reading The Gods trilogy)
Change my voice just to hear you speak
It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week
Broken like the fire, I’ve decided to keep
It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week
It’s a bit scary,
Living in the past, when it’s past me barely
Voice box tearing
Logic’s a pointed mess, free to keep airing
It’s a bit of me, jus’ a little bit lairy
It’s a bit of me, another playdough sheep
Living like I’m fine, but I just can’t see
It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week
At loss, being bitter, but I never I miss a beat
Never miss a ‘please... no... thank-you...’-you’re welcome
As if you’d accept it,
Kinda reflective,
High-dry... and over-protective
I deck my shit, tryna get to sleep
That’s a bit of me, been the same all week
Change my voice just to hear you speak
It’s a bit of me, been a strange old week
Broken like the fire, I’ve decided to keep
It’s a bit of me, I’m here all week
Read it and weap
If I can get your burnt cheeks as one crush
I can hold the blood back from one blush
Some touch
Quite the perfect combination.
I want to break your concentration.
Be your only contemplation
It’s the same shit, different situation.
Growing can take a step back.
The plant is fed, fat, and all I see is red flags.
So take some solace
My edges made from sandstone when once polished
My land is taken, when once promised
You’re my cup of tea
Whiskey please, Dutch courage.
The young forest, has in common with me;
The temperature dropping
My branches besotted, by lost leaves that have rotted, words; all but forgotten.
I was at wits end, till the tenure, I lost it.
The moisture in my mouth has all but turned to cotton
I’m slipping, dropping form, forgotten born again
You tore hearts, just making friends
You made the end seem bitter, no sweetness
Full bodied completeness
Iron for the edges, straighten out my creases
Gaining comfort by eating creatures
Creeps, the rest of them
My sweet surrender, takes my hearts pretender, glass offender
Such pretty face, on a frame built slender.
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My favourite sounds, reduced, simmered, my feelings mirrored.
Small minded but thinking bigger and if there was gun to cry in public, then, you’re the trigger
Ode to Baxter
I stay illusive, from no ones choosing
I want to make my features grosume
She said I lacked, and so I grow some
Talked of dark times, said I knew some
I only live life to be a nuisance
Planning out different futures for compardrays
Saving away for hard days, tough times
Rainy days for sunshine
Burning in the sunlight
When will I be done by?
The end of the night, will I be tongue tied?
Dav
Waking up alone,
You make me feel at home
When my head is thinking clearer, I’ll figure the way to go
...but for now?
Slow down.
Take a glass of lowbrow entertainment
Or low effort jubilation
Sat, I’m duly waiting
I’m truly taking my time
Whilst making up my mind
Shan’t figure where to go, let me fall further back, behind
Come rain, wind or snow
Sit back and watch the show
Because I prefer it different, better, when the pace is slowed
(Another) Lame post
Sometimes people need lame
Whatever lame is
It’s what they want but won’t admit, we’re all kinda lame
It’s a shame to quit now, but lame cures a big frown
If it going down the drain, and if it’s all the same
I will be content, with being happy, just by acting lame