| hazy smoke fills up my head when you're around and I'm suffocating; choking on your smile. |
| hazy smoke fills up my head when you're around and I'm suffocating; choking on your smile. |


.ultraviolet.do you even realise the poetry in the things you say? accidentally, infinitely more beautiful than any of the words that tumble like smoke and ash from my charred lips, you are untainted by the clichés and doubt that infect my metaphors, and bitterly cynical where Im sickeningly saccharine. you laugh as you speak like songs of spectrums, souls and sleep and as your words echo around my hollow ears at night I find myself more enchanted than ever..ultraviolet.
and I know that
((despite what you say, in half-blush compliments)) Ill never be quite as gifted as you.


.of all the gin joints.locked in monochrome smiles, that night was heavy with the dawn, and I no longer have to hide the laughter perched like doves in my throat..of all the gin joints.
in cracked voices, we whisper timeless words, and press them tight against each others lips. you let me steal away collarbone kisses and hide small inside your ribcage and contrast skies hang low overhead.
the lights are distant, shrouded in the hazy heat that spills from open windows and open wounds. you are rust-blood-red, and I see you smile with scissored lips.
[makedamnsure, sweetie. I always was.]
I told you that here is whe


.as time goes by.maybe people only sing these songs because their hearts.as time goes by.
have forgotten how to beat any other melody. ifhecanstanditIcan, I can, I can.
maybe the world is only spinning because if it stops
gravity will take hold and that heavy-headed delirium will weight it down. Im a drunkard, a citizen of the world.
maybe soldiers only march because theyve forgotten
how to break free of left-right-military-sanity. the sky wore grey, and you were all livewire green.
maybe we cant speak that language because the synapses in our mind can only stutter out eight
| {It's not much, but it's all I have to give.} ♥ |
| lovelovelove! |
| I'm Hannah. I'm insomniatic, insane and in love. it's all the same thing, really. ♥ My friends, music, words. Cliches and destroying them. Marvel comics, lipbalm, Fight Club, frogs. Winter, ice tea, Sharpie fumes, hairdye. Lyrics, eyeliner, the Joker, IT lessons. Spiderweb veins, grammar, fairytales. Deadpool, coffee, my iPod. Him. |
--
we built bridges just for burning.
--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
--
{ Friday, I'm in love. } ♥
I appreciate you checking out my books and cards.
--
"You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love."
-Henry Drummond
Love Yourself for Art Contest: [link]
--
{ Friday, I'm in love. } ♥
--
Into the realm of the unknown.....Gender?
What are you! MALE, FEMALE, McFLURRY!
Or the lesser known 4th gender.....ME!
--
--
Clowns are awesome, but preps are horrible, never trust them when it comes to sassy ones, it'll give you Nightmares!!!
Chainsaw Mandy/ also known as "M+M"!
Author of: The Nightmare from Down Below
IGOTS6MONKEEZ!!!!
--
raphael does photography, too!
Previous Page12345...Next Page