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Fishing in the grass. Wondering what you’re thinking of to moonlight serenade. Just whistling in the grass and watching the stars kiss. The moon blushes at my dreams and looks the other way, but I catch it eyeing me all night.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 05.18.2015 @ 5:44 pm
Sit solid like a frameless beach and sift the still glass grain, the lawn of some long passed nobody.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 04.09.2014 @ 8:43 pm
In life we move as little deaths and solemnly whisper prayers that in death me we recover life
» Posted By creepestbloom On 04.08.2014 @ 8:55 am
a wan gang of appendages grasps
devotedly as preying wasps
to a heightened drive
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.22.2014 @ 5:03 pm
Glistening witness, what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours? I haven’t slept in 3 days and I’m waiting for a Strawberry favorite.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.06.2014 @ 10:59 am
nonsense me until I’m gem your chasm with my litter litter.
I’ll shamble your brambles
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.02.2014 @ 12:06 pm
Dryly, thou must compensate,
for the waste of time so sure’d create,
thinking thinly, was never so smart,
Approvingly smile, so far apart
» Posted By creepestbloom On 02.20.2014 @ 3:44 pm
Tripping over a snake that day, I realized that I must have looked pretty suicidal. Then I remembered that earlier that day, I choked a swan. I can’t recall much else, but wait, I am starting to recall the pinecone I sucked on.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.27.2013 @ 9:59 pm
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It’s not easy being withdrawn.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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.26.2013 @ 4:50 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.12.2013 @ 1:21 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.10.2013 @ 7:08 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.07.2013 @ 11:34 am
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.06.2013 @ 11:15 am
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 10.04.2013 @ 6:57 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 09.26.2013 @ 7:26 pm
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
» Posted By creepestbloom On 09.19.2013 @ 1:27 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 08.20.2013 @ 3:23 pm
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
» Posted By creepestbloom On 04.22.2013 @ 9:26 am
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 04.18.2013 @ 11:00 am
Overtly recapitulated my memoirs before they were ready. The birds and speaking of parallel things, gravity doesn’t draw attention to them like it does to me. She avoids my gravity, I can’t make anything of it, why should I care?
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.15.2013 @ 11:56 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.13.2013 @ 2:29 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 03.12.2013 @ 3:50 pm
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.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.28.2012 @ 10:20 pm
Always slipping away, like a stone treading water with infinite inertia.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.26.2012 @ 10:26 pm
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
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.13.2012 @ 9:49 am
Always being encouraged by new opportunities. Time is nothing to be afraid of, just something to be respectful of, like a great predator. Everyday you’re presented with a chance to do something completely new, completely fresh, and completely out of character. It’s wonderful.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.10.2012 @ 9:14 pm
I was already planning on contorting today’s word into something that conveys my insomnia. I’m really scared of my own methods sometimes. I’m addicted to melatonin and I’m trying so hard to break that habit, but it’s such a machine thing to do for me, to take those pills every night. It’s just some supplement, sure, but it has it’s effects, and though the immediate benefits are awesome, the long-term ones are really deleterious to my mental health.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.10.2012 @ 12:16 am
Oh July, the name that brought me no joy until I found someone to convey your goodness. Oh July, better than June, and lovelier than August, and better yet than all the months, and why is it so? It’s because there’s an individual that bears your name and does it good.
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.07.2012 @ 5:27 pm
I’m thinking too abstractly at this concept. Objects, all objects, nothing is object-less. Everything is then….objective? I don’t know anymore. I used to think that everything was subjective…but then what is a subject but an object?
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.02.2012 @ 9:21 pm
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Cook was the word we used to announce that we were about to make love. Throw something spicy in the bed, make it sizzle, before it rains it’s got drizzle, the roses are parched and they need a good shower, the kind with rainbows that last half an hour. Make the river run wide and you’ll soon view the world in the lenses that are created by dew
» Posted By creepestbloom On 12.01.2012 @ 11:54 pm