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We work in the same office, but I don’t think she realizes it. She doesn’t look my way, and I don’t blame her. I am just a younger man with messy hair and an addiction to cigarettes and fast cars.
The last time we talked was five years ago. She glanced up from her computer screen and introduced herself. Michelle Kellok. For five seconds I had her undivided attention and that’s the most I’ve ever had. And sometimes, that’s enough. Ever since then, I’ve just been the boy who brought her coffee before we sat down at separate desks to work on separate articles. I write about music and movies, take pictures of “ne
by ~my-oh-my
goodbyeI was born dead. The umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck and I was delicately blue. My eyes were wide open and filmy, the color of moldy bread. My tiny lungs did not work the way science instructed. I did not inhale and exhale and blink in the light; I lay cold and bloody in the doctor’s gloved hands.goodbye
I was a miracle, they said, because at three minutes dead, I came back to life. They don’t know how it happened and all doctors agree that, according to science and advanced biology books, it shouldn’t have. But I was Saved, they said, like it was some sort of religious experience. I found Jesus in the maternity ward. He wore
by ~my-oh-my
sleeping beauty died aloneI. she is porcelainsleeping beauty died alone
by nature, girl with
marble feet planted to wet grass and
pregnant soil; eyes
towards sky, clouds, heavens and all that is beyond her.
II. she sleeps,
on painful white beds and
takes her pills: isometric
shapes like bedroom
wallpaper, colours of the
rainbow, with a paintbrush
to dangle from her lips
and a glass of water to
wash her reflection away.
III. she is a dream,
a firefly dancing
across satin sheets, a light
in the midst of hopelessness, that which now
by ~my-oh-my
Favourites
HimHe's like broken promises on romantic nights Sitting under stars trying to find the wrong from the right He's like falling slowly into something wrong Enjoying every moment on the way till it's doneHim
He's like fire through my soul Like the wings that help me fly He takes me further gives me meaning But I don't know if he's right
He's like a drug breaking hearts Slowly leading you to death He's like a cigarette too addictive Till he takes my last breath
He's the boy that helps me live He's the earth beneath my feet Keeps me grounded keeps me
by ~Teasersp
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: right here...or there
- Interests: writing, my guitar, my pretty friends
- Favourite movie: empire records
- Favourite band or musician: Amen
- Favourite genre of music: anything Loud
- Favourite artist: Jean-Michel Basquiat. Or Franko b
- Favourite poet or writer: <3 Jen <3
- Favourite photographer: Nan Goldin
- Favourite game: scrabble, using only dirty words or any sort of drinking game
- Favourite gaming platform: my x-box when i can remember how to switch it on
- Favourite cartoon character: the mayor from the powerpuff girls. he's hot.
- Personal Quote: she likes to talk about herself in the third person & idealize her faults
- Tools of the Trade: my twisted imagination
- Website: http://www.livejournal.com/~__my_oh_my
- MSN: a_riot_of_sorts@hotmail.com
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