Log in

No account? Create an account

Purple · Scripts

I think my hand fits yours quite well. I think your heart fits mine.…

Recent Entries · Archive · Friends · Profile

* * *
I think my hand fits yours
quite well.
I think your heart fits mine.
Quite disturbing really
how I can't seem to breathe
without you.
I heard a song that was about you
and all the chords they reminded
me of you
and Wilde said honey, my biography
is for you
and we laughed at his stupidity.

You broke every bone in my body
shattered like a glass
and Wilde said honey there
aint no sun without you
and I cried at his audacity.

Round the back of the schoolyard
over the burnt out hills
under the cock strung blues
and into the melody.

* * *
* * *
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 01:54 am (UTC), lah_de_dah commented:
Here we came across two mouths,
One dark and red and fearfully reassuring;
The other, hidden within the first,
Staring through the iron teeth.
"It's only dirt," she told me,
"But I like it."
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 01:56 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
We can hardly sing for laughing.
For some reason, today deciet
is the medicine.
Is my skin really that pale?
Are my eyes really that green?
I thought I saw you whisper
but I know that sound is smoke.
And I did kill that man for his giro
but my biro broke and left you un-bilo-titled.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:03 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Here, I took a pinch of salt
And followed her instructions to the letter.
Sliced it,
Ground it into the air,
Waited for her to inhale and tell me to
Add more, add more.
Never could I refuse her,
Nor put pepper where we were wanting.
I dared, once, to add a different spice,
To see if she'd notice and tell me to stop.
I am going too fast. I am to add more salt.

Stop rapping my knuckles, I told her,
I'm quite capable of helping you myself.

But she went out, and left her cookery book open
On the page that I'd torn out.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:08 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Won't you tell her why she is lying
in bundles of peppered rain?
Scattered across the landscape,
Deborah, Deborah, you put yourself in exile.

And we wanted it to be a sort of haven,
somewhere she could hide from kinship;
Hide from most things life threw.
Her heart is the eye of the storm.

He shook the hand of Deborah
and remembered his daughters name.
Maybe Violence is a way of life
Maybe Guns will save us
Maybe peace is the enemy
and Bombs will blow up mountains.

Deborah, you were the eye of the storm
a sort of oxidation.
Come, Bring pleasure to these lips.
Kiss of the heart that born you.

[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Out there in the woods,
I met a fox.
He told me, though I couldn't see too well,
That all she glitters is glass
And all our arms are wooden.
When the heavens opened,
I saw him for what he was -
A convict, trapped.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
[ favourite ].

Wipe up every ounce of guilt please,
I have no time for seconds wasted.
You tore up my dairy
and threw it in the fire.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Spring-cleaning last October,
I found a fragment of your shattered mirror,
Dusty and spectacular.
And there you stood, silent and seething,
In the intonation.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:24 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
She didn't mean to break your mirror.
Wanted yor reflection to dissapear.
Glass can make diamonds of coal
but she just wanted some freedom.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Between velvet leaves, I was the first
To discover a new kingdom,
A new mockingbird.
I tugged at her arm,
And stayed in London.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I wanted to be the first to leave.
I wanted to be the one with mo direction
I wanted to be the last one alive
and the first one to die.
I wanted so much more than flight
but all of a sudden my voice ran out
and I couldn't tell her to stop.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I told her she'd kill herself,
And she laughed and blew in my eyes.
Uncaged, I broke my shining pattern,
And in the flick of a switch
I was condemned.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
A thick black spider
ran its legs down my throat.
I tried to
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 02:57 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
When my record finally snapped
And the golden voice cut short forever,
I broke with it.
I hurled my happiness at the wall
And made a great black mark.
In a certain light, it could be handsome.
For now, it is flat.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
The strings sing when I sleep.
The mice hear and hide it from me.
Their ears are sensitive
like my heart.
The strings serenade
the tiny creatures
for whom music
is pleasure.
[User Picture]
On January 14th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
All we have to show
For seventeen and fifteen,
Are two pairs of ears
And one heart.
— On January 14th, 2006 03:04 am (UTC), chasingwords posted a reply · Expand
— On January 14th, 2006 03:14 am (UTC), lah_de_dah posted a reply · Expand
* * *

Previous Entry · Leave a comment · Share · Next Entry