abdicatioin of my heart by col-er-rah-do, literature
Literature
abdicatioin of my heart
Here I abdicate,
Concealed by my breast I grieve.
Longing for your bunting hatred.
I drink your love like the gin of sentiment.
My misery is muffled by your mulberry rain.
Your cyclone of fear
such is my Christmas coco bean.
The eggplant of happiness.
How can I feel you if you cha-cha over my heart?
My love now is propagated by your eruption.
Your earthquake of joy.
Hielamon.
This rectilinear, scrawny, tearful,
Of lust.
I would sluice your donkey fish if it meant
I could see your toe of ecstasy.
Such sorrow.
Such regret.
How I stretch for your toe of bliss.
Tantamount.
Dust and gravel lifted up as he walked down the dirt road. The sky was turning grey as the clouds moved silently above. The hint of a storm was in the air. Matt continued on. He was almost home. From this distance the house didn't look too run down just a bit shabby, but as he moved forward the decaying façade became more apparent.
The flowers were dead. The lawn needed mowing and bits of old junk were scattered around the front yard. The house was old with peeling white paint and chipped rails. One porch step had a hole in it. The windows were dirty. The old chair that sat next to the door was covered with dust and cobwebs from lack of use.
Halcyon watches waiting
The maddened raven emerges
Finally free to feel
Shock for shock
Acceptance with disbelief
Confusion and hate
Nothing
Warring emotions
No time to aim
The raven flies in guilt
The halcyon relief
It hurts, it aches
It soothes, it breathes
If it needs to feel nothing
Why feel the pain?
Her eyes glisten with tears.
She doesn't see you standing near,
then you tell her not to fear.
You'll stroke her hair
and mouth her name across her fair
and lovely skin. Whisper away the hurt within.
Cradle her in your arms
to never let go. Tell her not to be alarmed
you'll be there till she's calmed.
You say your love is everlasting. Your thoughts will never stray.
Her name is on your lips, in your heart every day.
Yet when her eyes open you've already gone away...
Current Residence: that place there... near the tree no the other tree... Favourite style of art: things that are nice cool pretty and real Shell of choice: the ones that match Wallpaper of choice: pink with yellow dots Skin of choice: blue Favourite cartoon character: cinderella Personal Quote: i will tip one molar Hydrochloric acid on your soul and you will die
so there i was just minding my own business when a chick walks onto the bus smoking a joint... how did i know you might ask... i know the smell thats how. and it was clearly a joint. and then she started rambling about how these old women with green bags are in on the conspiracy... firstly... what conspriacy... secondly maybe they are just being environmentally friendly when they go shopping... unless the pot smoking chick is right and there really is a conspiracy. so once again men are stupid. but hey what do you do...? become a lesbian. i'm such a good joke teller... like this one
whats green and eats nuts? syphilus
and this one
there's
so i figured if i said here at uni and pretended to be working no one can give me evil "how dare you use a computer for trivial facebook habits thats what i wanted to do" looks and i don't have to feel bad. see i type and people think i'm actually working... like at work lol. brillant. and i did just find 22 journal articles on franchising. although i can't understand the appeal. this keyboard really sucks half the keys are stuck in odd ways so its hard to type letters :-(
so i havent been on in ages... over a year according to my last journal.... if only i could do that with facebook. i guess updates are in order for those of you who care.
ME. i lost the battle to facebook after a day... this took an extra day. so i'm back and ranting about numerous things. like neighbours. and how awkward it is when things dont work out and they still have to live here for another four months... i got my book back... yay. neighbours really suck though... and neighbour's brothers and neighbour's friends... man they are everywhere... if only i could remember what he looked like. i love house. its the only show i always want to watch... weird i know. so my google is doing this heaps gay and annoying thing where i search pick the thing i want to get taken to one of three places:
1) a website abou