Ezra Pound
Tumblr, y u eat all my messages?
I just want to talk to my friends…
*sigh*
I shall keep on trying…
More poetry tomorrow!
:)
Sorry for being so quiet, been out and about and not in the mood for writing anything of merit!
wish-on-stars (a blog you should all be following!) gave me two lines to start a poem, and I had the job of finishing it off. I’ll probably end up editing this heavily sometime in the future to make it work better, but I’ve been silent for too long! Thank you for the little project :P x
Here’s to all the poets,
The kids who couldn’t make it
When the sunrise flicks its scalp
Like a bitch and sandbar skein
Retake their plateau shells,
Stellar-made cowering
Magmatic, sheltering their eyes
Grotesquely from dawn’s chin,
Its flax maw in gag-reflex
All too ravenous for the
Wayward slips that hide
Their bloating and eczema
From sandmen and dirge; nothing
But their cast aside clothes
Dirigible in oceans
Of pitch made to swallow their
Stomachs; those kids obsessive
Of the morning’s temples,
To patch them or to tear them down
To the apocalypse of
Their gorgeous fabric.
“You see a mousetrap, I see free cheese and fucking challenge.” — Scroobius Pip (via pezsface)
Want to see another bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla ever again
Effort > Gain
BLAH.
I’m behind on my poetry
And now I’ve eaten too much, so my fingers are too fat to type
And on top of all that, forever alone
Grump.
Looking up at you though squid ink,
The eyeglass of the drowning,
I cannot tell if this storm is
The child of your eyelash
Or the secret of their lids,
Darkening the hemorrhage salt.
Perhaps the only art is
Asphyxia, the breathless
Liquids of Leviathan
Drawing out our beasts with the
Hook in its gill, until seeing
And drowning are only parted
By the wideness of your eyes in
The rain.
- Malb 23/05/2011 01:39
(Source: fashionsociety, via ceryselizabeth)
“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.” — Oscar Wilde (via quotewhore)
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