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Nighttime changes me, I feel is if it is the moon. It brings out all the sides in me I can't allow to be fully illuminated.

Darkness that pierced the soul with an evacuation of light so horrific that you'd be tainted eternally with one glimpse of it.  

No one dared go within 100ft 

Unchecked ramblings of the insomniac I currently am.

He told me he loved me like a jellyfish, never changing or growing; never ageing or getting one step closer to death- Biologically unchangeable. His love would only die if something killed it, it was a strange analogy, one of which the ending can only have been aimed at me. "The something that killed it part" I mean.  Thoughtful I suppose, it meant more to me when he told me, it showed me he really knew me. He knew I wasn't a doves and rose petal type of girl. I guess I shouldn't have  been so quick to dismiss it. 

A journey

Flashes of green fill my sight entirely. Running away as soon as they're caught by my eye. I want to chase them, follow them into the depth of where they are.
 Deeper and deeper until I'm consumed by lengthy meadows: ankle high, waist high, shoulder high. I wish to be drowned by the protracted hair of the earth. Maybe it would solve this affliction. Just maybe.

All at once darkness monopolises the aggregate. I'm panicking. My breath is shortening, speeding it's pace into an exhausting wheeze. Instantaneously the flash of green has returned. A tunnel, it was only a tunnel. My conscience must be growing on me, enhancing my paranoia. Demons of which no matter how fast this train goes I cannot escape.

Warmup task 4/12/13 "The first/last time I saw..."

The first time I  saw it I knew, my life's epilogue in one soul.
One smile so naive and bright that it filled my world with a gracious halo of solitude.
my life coexisting with another for the previous two hundred and sixty four days, now, an eternity more.
My baby, my darling child with her gracious smile.

Keaton Henson (my favourite musician) quotes

Dear unknown, I hope you listen as though it were all for you.
I hope she knows it was.
I hope you can forget the fact I do both.

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I want you to be my life's epilogue, want you to stay real clean. I want you to fall in love again but only again with me.

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Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
what he has?

Does he know not to talk
about your dad?
Does he know when you're sad?

You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does he know where your lips begin?

Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
what I lack?

Do you know your lip shakes
when you're mad?
And do you notice when you're sad?

You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does his love make your head spin?

The darkest places are most beautiful because you can't see the faults in physicality 

Post box

Post box idea. 

Idea that a postbox is filled with people's secrets and lives. 

Love letters, greetings, cards for birthdays and Christmas etc

Delphine blurb

Link to the Annabel McCourt video.

http://vimeo.com/42978236





BLURB
An emotional tale on a lonesome journey of self discovery. Delphine excludes herself from society, Living by the sea that she investigates, Delphine lives alone in her caravan giving her a lot of time to reflect on her younger self. Her seclusion however does not mean that nobody speaks to her. She can hide from her demons but she can't stop their voices.

Soon come, first draft. Late night ramblings.

Brows crease bones break blood flows; effervescent
thoughts tangle. A black widow spinning them beyond your control.
She poises herself within the cracks of ones self, interlacing her geometric silk beyond the ambuscades hidden deep within.
A nihilist she seeks destruction, now, anger prevails more prominently than before.
Avarice yearns entirely; becoming her.
Transmundane she awaits her martyr.
"soon come my darling."

Ticking - unfinished

Midnight has while passed and still I fail to wander upon the vast plane of sleep. Doubts of the act introduce themselves within my uninterested mind, although, the act of sleeping seems nonsensical; I am already dreaming of you.

ROSES- a reminder to write about these vibrant beautiful fellows

Nervosa - Poem, unfinished.

The girl in her reflection is not the one I saw.
The girl in her reflection everyone adores.
The girl in her reflection counted every flaw.

 The girl in her reflection hates every inch of skin.
 The girl in her reflection her emaciates within.
The girl in her reflection yearning to be thin.

 The girl in her reflection is now the one I see, the girl in her reflection is who I wish to be.
 Bones, scars, porcelain skin. 
To only explain how wrong she was- now where would I begin?

APRIL. Poetry, first draft.

APRIL.

She was the type of girl the stars come out at night to watch.

She was the type of girl to scope the sky with jaundiced eye

nefarious heart. She fell apart.

When nighttime came she lost her way. Destroyed herself. She is a waste.

Sombre thoughts left by stars, seldom serene she was scarce.

She was the type of girl to notice life. Morning, evening

 raw at night.

As much she tried to escape, irreparable she felt her fate.

The cautious stars watched her frame. All they wished, to steal her pain.

Unaware- she gazed, impaired. 

She cried for help but no one heard as she watched the stars that ceased her years.

Wistful thinking

I sat in class, an evidently eccentric man before me. A poet; a man; a traveller; an observer of the world much like you and I.  

Anthony Suter. That is all I knew.

 It was rather uninteresting to say the least, the combinations of vowels and consonants seemed almost strenuous; floating aimlessly around the air so close to my grasp, I just couldn't find the energy to reach out for them.

 Instead I wistfully gazed out of the window, an audience to the too and fro of elegant dancers dressed in the finest silver silk. Green hair flowing long and wild in the wind- entrancing every fleck of gold within my iris.

 Unable to look away I fell further down the rabbit hole until I came to an abrupt halt...