Tuesday, 8 March 2011

rolling in the deep.


No romance today.No school time or sitting in library all day long too.Just lying.A cup of coffee.Devouring Fools die by Mario Puzo.Skimming over Why most modern poetry suck? and reflecting whether it does suck.Dealing with a backstabbing bitch.Fake smile.Shitty people around me.

Day is done.Here comes the night.




a kind of poetry i can say.Enjoy.
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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.