• creepestbloom commented on the post, still 5 years, 6 months ago

    Sit solid like a frameless beach and sift the still glass grain, the lawn of some long passed nobody.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, prayer 5 years, 6 months ago

    In life we move as little deaths and solemnly whisper prayers that in death me we recover life

  • a wan gang of appendages grasps
    devotedly as preying wasps
    to a heightened drive
    for love

  • I don’t have enough time to find a routine
    I’m hoping to uncover some though, the way I hope that others will discover me.
    It’s not easy being withdrawn. At some point I’m just hoping I’m found at all, even if there’s nothing but a vague void refuse.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, date 6 years ago

    dates are waiting! We first have to get settled in to our selves first. Unlike the lucky ones, we knew nothing about us. So we had to pretend to get interested in finding out about us. If I wrote a bunch of things about me and stuffed it inside an acorn, you’d read it right? I mean, I’m hoping you’d do the same for me.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, easygoing 6 years ago

    how easygoing is Christmas you ask? NOT so far! It’s not that kind of question! The reality of the situation you see, the verdict is, you see, is that Christmas is GUILTY of being a tough holiday to write songs about. Have you ever tried to write a Christmas song? You might as well try to write a song about soggy wood.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, aboard 6 years ago

    All aboard the cling film she hissed, as we jumped from the pot and into the skeletons mouth. Nobody wanted to admit that the thing about skeletons is that they don’t need to do anything, but they do things anyways. They have dog logic and for that reason they might make good pets.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, lunacy 6 years ago

    caramelized corpses today, spitting raindrops and soggy teeth into my morning cup. I should be the only one allowed to sleep because no one else gets it. Ours is the birth cusp of lunacy.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, festive 6 years ago

    let’s manifest and get festive and shake them gaudy heavens like we meant it. Let’s get mean and remain unclean and fall from the platform where we can be unseen.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, mirage 6 years ago

    Dayly mist dries the dalliant dream, “I leave”, I wrote on the receipt, changing languages in between words. The cashier was abrupt, and before he swept a scowl across his brother’s face, I became a mirage. I left.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, measure 6 years, 1 month ago

    Alright, it’s a fine way to relish your plucked leather, there with the sun shining through the empty wine glasses and the scent of bug wings cursing from a measured stick of laughter

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, savage 6 years, 2 months ago

    Savage page brings all the book shops to the yard. They can’t touch the wires that transform and re-wrinkle in my sleep. That’s the only dance we can synchronize with. You’ve got your line and I’ve got mine. You’re emitting various discords that I don’t believe in but somehow it keeps my youth.

  • Oh hot magenta slipping down my spine, giving me a fever and bedding me til late afternoon. Oh magenta you sultry configuration. Give me a second chance at being exploited

  • what kind of creature have i disfigured towards? I’ve suffered spiritual atrophy and now I’m living in solitude, only able to name the things that brought me to this discomforting end.

  • Sipping eternity is so sating, like inhaling youth until it’s pollen crusts your lungs. From the inside out, it rejuvenates and warns the rest of the world so old and cracking that spring is coming, spring returns.

  • Director of me, what’s that that’s preventing anyone to see my inner lawn? Hire someone to chase my wind, the way it’s never been, so pleasantly caressed was I under a burning sky.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, soil 6 years, 9 months ago

    My favorite fertility, wraps me kindly in it’s gentle atmosphere. There’s nothing more comforting than the idea of someday returning to the warmths of a modest plot, to be once again ground amongst the holier company of dust and leaves.

  • creepestbloom commented on the post, now 6 years, 10 months ago

    Always slipping away, like a stone treading water with infinite inertia.

  • I am determined, above all things, to find the kind of love that I know exists in the dainty forms of fresh spring flora and is best conveyed by those can appreciate it best. There will always be a soft pastel place for the person that can sign it with their beauty