orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Hyde and seek

Beseech
I write and speak not of the Princess

"I feel to make you anybody else.
all the drugs in this world.. wont
save her from herself..."

the queen escapes
shes painting her roses red
mumbling in her atrophy

my philosophy
wrapped in the black leather
with pockets of this and that
the chrome zippo
gift of the Princess
to light the dark smokes

The light of the moon

sitting chatting in her room

outside I smoke

inside I ponder
how her mind
wanders
the sublime
slips
under the unconciousness
like Morrisons
music

like poetry
fast
like a Numbers Station
like a shooting star
a wish falling
keep watching
so many

beautiful and darkly broken
richly positive
the feed
sizzling in its light
like a welders torch
in the night
the sparks
beautiful
calling

the shadows
moving like magic

how would anyone
know
what its like
to fall in love
with a poison
so delicious
and pure

the steel
in the snow
the branches
laden
in their softness

the kindness
in a scarred
ruined forest
where she runs
like a white ghost

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10:53 p.m. - 2015-02-02

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