I have officially moved to tumblr. It is lots more exciting. I might sometimes come back here for the other blogs I follow... But otherwise, auf wiedersehn!
Come visit- http://sorejigsaw.tumblr.com/
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Thursday, 16 September 2010
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I'm thinking of moving onto Tumblr... It seems like there are more people on there, I follow a few of them anyway.
Also Blogger is a bit primitive design-wise. Watch this outer space.
Also Blogger is a bit primitive design-wise. Watch this outer space.
Strainer
Violent curtains clipped on do nothing to quell
sharp light showers scratching my eyelids open
to greet melange flower blancmange worlds, no longer
skeletal but, shadows swapping, their coloured prints left behind my eyes
like the pin pricks I find in the dark.
I fight but I've never before tried
to hold out a stronger impulse than the engulfing light,
heat creeps up my spine, I watch my toes from snow to red,
and a back, moles, clammy multiply-
I touch my nose to shoulder blade, but still my body agitates
to watch the show.
A body so still, the skin exposed so cold it feels like requested death,
like the broken words distant that were almost disconnected,
the dead heats a little and the rattling cars
shake peripheral distractions into vibrating spikes
which pierce my tear ducts and induce sanitary saline.
A small frame weighs in my head far more than its gravity
I can't move its perfect straight arms,
only shift wisps of pale hair from beneath my cheek.
Silence speaks and asks me to stay awake
and I politely decline,
gripping my love log body fallen asleep and praying for a copycat,
empathy pregnancy.
Heart beats meld together as the ventricles get slapped in time
only broken by the vehicles at intervals,
creaking wood, cracking aches and bright disdain.
sharp light showers scratching my eyelids open
to greet melange flower blancmange worlds, no longer
skeletal but, shadows swapping, their coloured prints left behind my eyes
like the pin pricks I find in the dark.
I fight but I've never before tried
to hold out a stronger impulse than the engulfing light,
heat creeps up my spine, I watch my toes from snow to red,
and a back, moles, clammy multiply-
I touch my nose to shoulder blade, but still my body agitates
to watch the show.
A body so still, the skin exposed so cold it feels like requested death,
like the broken words distant that were almost disconnected,
the dead heats a little and the rattling cars
shake peripheral distractions into vibrating spikes
which pierce my tear ducts and induce sanitary saline.
A small frame weighs in my head far more than its gravity
I can't move its perfect straight arms,
only shift wisps of pale hair from beneath my cheek.
Silence speaks and asks me to stay awake
and I politely decline,
gripping my love log body fallen asleep and praying for a copycat,
empathy pregnancy.
Heart beats meld together as the ventricles get slapped in time
only broken by the vehicles at intervals,
creaking wood, cracking aches and bright disdain.
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