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there once lived a shark,
beneath the seven seas.
he courted many,
and many desired him.
he seeked solace in many arms (fins?),
but that’s all he could find.
unsatisfying short company,
not the harbour he had in mind.
the home in which he longed to stay,
was not found till he met the pufferfish.
and together they built a home
with baby puffersharks, a new species!
inspired by
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
Feigned Innocence
Posted February 19, 2010
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what hides behind those eyes
what goes on in your mind?
the neon lights cast you in ghastly green
or perhaps, that is the true color of your skin?
in a dream i dreamt long ago
you tore down the blue carribean sky
and drained the turquoise sea.
over the squeals of fishes you bellowed and raged,
that the world was imagined.
and that you and me were as fake as could be
i could stab you and you could me
for pleasure, pearls or sympathy
or are you just being self-reassuring?
for you who tore down the sky and drained the sea
who raged for all to see
still harboured hope, however small,
and is nothing compared to the betrayal planned
by the angel who vowed to stay
by the human who swore to hope
by the girl who claimed to loved
by me.
inspired by TrueStoriesNot.
The Moon
Posted November 8, 2009
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i run around you in full circles
circling and circling
going nowhere
like the moon orbiting the earth
but i hope to escape
coz we can never collide
even though that would be nice
to end in destruction
and to break into a million pieces with you
for people to place their wishes on
because I like to torture myself
Posted October 1, 2009
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sometimes i do not know what i’m doing.
my heart is gone.
i like to do things opposite.
i like to walk the hard way.
i do not like things to come easy.
i like to torture myself.
i like to be the death of you.
and indeed i will.
someday you will hate me.
for there’s something i’m not telling you.
on purpose maybe
accidently no.
i just like to distance myself away from you.
for i do not like things to go easy
i like to torture myself.
and you had no choice (actually you do)
but to go along with my tiffany twisted mind.
we’re like poles
we repel
for i do not like things to go easy.
i like to torture myself.