Dusk falls and night comes;
carefully constructed quietly,
the black blueprint sky marks out the high rise night.
Until morning comes.
Like a barging, bulging, bludgeoning ball,
that breaks apart the silent solace of sleeping citizens.
Red-eyes rolling rhythmically,
to the sound of interrupted fantasies.
The sky now pink, orange, silver;
animals wake, scratch, quiver.
The sun barely awake,
makes a journey; climbs and drinks coffee.
There it will stay,
if branches swing, sway or get cut away,
In rain or hurricane,
for love or disdain.
Until once again,
night comes quietly creeping;
like property developers sneaking,
to the
Dusk falls and night comes;
carefully constructed quietly,
the black blueprint sky marks out the high rise night.
Until morning comes.
Like a barging, bulging, bludgeoning ball,
that breaks apart the silent solace of sleeping citizens.
Red-eyes rolling rhythmically,
to the sound of interrupted fantasies.
The sky now pink, orange, silver;
animals wake, scratch, quiver.
The sun barely awake,
makes a journey; climbs and drinks coffee.
There it will stay,
if branches swing, sway or get cut away,
In rain or hurricane,
for love or disdain.
Until once again,
night comes quietly creeping;
like property developers sneaking,
to the
A cigar is just a cigar by Snow-Machine, literature
Literature
A cigar is just a cigar
Freud and the penis shaped cigar clenched between his teeth
stare at me from beneath everything I've ever written.
Clearly, he says, this obsession with monsters stems from
a childhood trauma. You're in love with deadly women
because your mother never loved you. You're in love with
the devil because your father never loved you. Your sexual
repression has led to isolation. Your isolation has led to
this anxious pathology.
Why darling, he says, and the cigar jumps, everyone
knows the girl you wrote into this labyrinth is you.
Once you address the source of your problems,
this unhealthy writing compulsion will cease.
So I cu
I live in Melbourne. It's not all bad. I write like people speak, I'm not an idiot. I love large complex, beautiful words and taking photos. I have a few piercings (I wish to add to) no tattoos (which I wish to add to) and am currently undertaking Bachelor of Education (P-12) at VU.
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you walk like a zombie
you talk like a zombie
it's not in your head
you're a living dead
whatever you're gonna do
you're gonna make me cry
you walk like a zombie
(you make me wanna cry)
you talk like a zombie
it's not in your head
you're a living dead
whatever you're gonna do
you're gonna make me cry
and you wanna hold hands
in the cemetery
and you wanna be lost
for all eternity
and everything is dark
and kind of scary
and you crave the full moon
but I don't care
and you want a mountaintop
with a little castle
and you wanna name our kids
Morticia and Fester
and all the flowers you bring
are always dead
and you howl